Half an hour later, the two of them were covered in dust and finally lit the fire. Mingyue couldn't wait to hold the two jade slips in her palms, checking the alchemy notes given by Bai Qianqian and Ding Ling's "The Essentials of the Alchemy Cauldron"

Because it is a pure spirit body, Mingyue can directly get the things in the jade slip.

"Below, a high heat will last for one incense stick, and the torment will reach the nose for five minutes."

Ding Ling stuffed firewood into the earth stove. He looked empty and covered his nose with his sleeves and said in a muffled voice: "How big is the fire? I only know the firewood in the natural gas stove... I have never burned this firewood before, it is unprofessional!"

"Anyway, you just wait for an incense stick. It will be about fifteen minutes." Mingyue took a few steps back and stood on the upper vent. She looked at Ding Ling in a mess, and finally had a smile on her face that had been stern.

Ding Ling murmured that Mingyue actually asked his master to burn the fire, while carefully maintaining the fire. Although he had never burned the earthen stove, the bonfire for the picnic was lit. He knew that the fire could not be stuffed too much, otherwise the fire would be extinguished.

However, the climate in Youxutian is too warm, and the dry firewood you picked up is more or less moist, so although the fire rises, the smoke rises.

It is worthy of being a spiritual herb growing in the legendary Cave Heaven Fairyland. Not long after the water was blooming, Ding Ling smelled a trace of fragrance. It was not the bitter and unpleasant smell of boiling Chinese medicine.

Ding Ling looked up and asked Mingyue: "What is the concentration of this five-point fragrance?"

The little loli shrugged, saying that she didn't know either.

"Then I'll come by time?"

After about fifteen minutes, the aroma was already quite strong.

"Three points of spiritual power, injected into the furnace and cauldron."

"Damn! How many points are there again... Who knows?" Ding Ling couldn't help but complain, but he still stretched out his hand and tried to inject the "three-point" spiritual power from his palm into the seemingly inconspicuous small tripod.

While injecting spiritual power, Ding Ling murmured: "I know why my mother didn't leave me a pill. She must be too lazy to do such a brain-I know my mother too much. She is just a lazy person and is most afraid of trouble in her life."

Mingyue ignored his stubbornness at all. She stared at the furnace without blinking, and said calmly: "When the furnace is covered, stop the injection of spiritual power and turn to medium fire."

Ding Ling saw that as soon as the little loli's voice fell, the lid of the furnace that had been jumping constantly stopped beating under the influence of spiritual power.

This is the cover? Ding Ling thought, stopped the injection of spiritual power, and then hurriedly pulled out a few wooden sticks, and the fire immediately became smaller.

"After two incense sticks of medium fire, continue to inject spiritual power..."

...

Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s hot, and every now and then, it’s time to input spiritual power... In this way, after nearly two hours of tossing back and forth, Mingyue finally came up with the final steps.

"Seven-point spiritual power is injected, until the dragon's eyes of the furnace are lit, then the furnace is burned with a high fire, and the furnace can be opened after one stick of incense." After Mingyue finished speaking, even though she was calm all the time, she couldn't help but breathe heavily: "The last step is here, come on!"

"The longan is shiny? The question is where is the longan?" Ding Ling was a little happy when he heard that it was already the last step, but he could not find the longan of the furnace cauldron.

"I don't know, it's probably because your furnace is too dirty - I'll tell you to wash it outside and you don't listen!" Mingyue pointed at Zhang Xixi's furnace and cauldron with anger, "Can you eat the things you trained with such a dirty furnace and cauldron?"

"Hehe..." Ding Ling smiled embarrassedly. In order to hurry, he simply washed the inside of the furnace in the river, and was too lazy to care about it outside.

"But I also think there is no hope for this pot today." He rolled up his sleeves and gritted his teeth, "But you have to look at the trump card, otherwise you won't give up!"

Ding Ling injected spiritual power here, and Mingyue took a small stick and poked it everywhere on the furnace cauldron, hoping to poke out the dirt outside and find the so-called longan.

Ten minutes later, Ding Ling's spiritual power was almost exhausted. He was sweating profusely and gritted his teeth and said, "My spiritual power is about to be exhausted... Why haven't it been lit yet?"

"Don't worry... I found it! Hurry up, it just shine!"

Ding Ling saw that as the bright moon poked off a layer of thousand-year-old mud with one stick, a small raised dot appeared and emitted a little blue light.

"It's just one step away!" Mingyue threw down the stick and stood nervously behind Ding Ling and looked at the longan. At this moment, Ding Ling suddenly shouted: "Damn! I don't have spiritual power!"

"You... just asked you to restore your spiritual power, you said you still have the courage!" Mingyue gritted her teeth with regret, and she stamped her feet and said, "Then it's the spiritual power of her own life!"

"I'm going to do my best!" Ding Ling also gritted his teeth. The spiritual power that the practitioner never used easily rushed out instantly, and as his palm sank into the furnace.

The longan is bright and the blue light is dazzling.

"Stop! Go and restore your spiritual power quickly and leave it to me next."

Ding Ling was so tired that he lay on the ground with big words. At this time, he didn't care that the ground was dirty. He lay for five minutes before he got up and sat down to recover his spiritual power.

As the Shu Forgetful Sutra was running, the spiritual power returned to the body, but the fruit that symbolized the spiritual power of the natal world became much smaller. And no matter how he ran, he did not grow up again.

It's not worth the loss!

Ding Ling was somewhat upset and ran the two cycles of the waiting scriptures to open his eyes.

The firewood had already gone out, and Mingyue sat cross-legged and closed her eyes.

"Hey, Mingyue, Xiaoyue?" Ding Ling shouted, but Mingyue ignored him.

"Can the bloodline elves sleep too?" Ding Ling stood up and walked towards Xiaohe and washed his face briefly. After he came back, he found that Mingyue had opened her eyes.

"Ding Ling, I found a problem." Mingyue did not ask Ding Ling to turn on the furnace immediately, but said in confusion.

"Um?"

"I am your bloodline elf."

Ding Ling said in surprise: "That's right, what's wrong?"

"So my power comes from your power."

Ding Ling raised his eyebrows: "Hmm. Is there any problem?"

"Yes!" Mingyue frowned her little eyebrows and said in confusion: "When you went to restore your spiritual power just now, I felt very sleepy, but I didn't dare to return to your body rashly. So I... subconsciously ran the Shun Forgetful Sutra."

Ding Ling immediately jumped up when he heard this: "How is it possible! You are a pure spirit, you are a person without a life river, okay? How can you run the Shunhou Sutra?"

Even though Ding Ling is a beginner, he has been reading the jade slips given to him by Bai Susu for the past two days, and he has basically known all the principles and common sense of practice.

To put it bluntly, the bloodline spirit is an independent consciousness produced by the awakening of bloodline. It is completely attached to the host and usually exists on the host's destiny tree in the form of a spiritual body. If it wants to appear in reality, it must consume the host's spiritual power and appear in the form of a pure spirit body.

For example, Mingyue is now wearing clothes, and her appearance looks the same as a real person, and ordinary people can't tell the difference. But as long as she explores her spiritual sense, she will know that her whole body is fake...

Ding Ling said, and his spiritual sense unconsciously penetrated. The next second, his eyes immediately widened: "Fuck! How could you have a life river?"

“Is there any?”

"Yes!" Ding Ling even found it clearly. Although most of Mingyue's body was still a spiritual body, a small heart was beating happily: "Damn it! Can you still return to my body?"

Mingyue was also very confused. She hesitated for a moment and then stretched out her finger.

After a touch, she disappeared instantly.

"Damn..." Ding Ling was completely stunned when he saw Mingyue return to the tree of fate again.

"Forget it, I'd better come out and see you turn on the furnace. So as not to have enough spiritual power, I will suffer from the disaster of fish inside."

Ding Ling was extremely curious when he saw the little loli appearing in front of him again, but he had no time to think about these things now, because the next one was the last and most critical step - to open the furnace!

Opening the furnace is not as simple as uncovering the lid to get the spiritual pill. Instead, pouring all the spiritual power into the jar until the lid of the furnace cauldron is automatically opened. The spiritual power cannot be interrupted throughout the entire process, otherwise no matter how good the heat is in front of you, you will definitely fail.

That's why there is a saying that when opening the furnace, the guardian should immediately renew the spirit for the person who opened the furnace when he saw that the person who opened the furnace did not have enough spiritual power.

Taking a deep breath, Ding Ling held the furnace and began to infuse spiritual power frantically.

Feeling the rapid disappearance of spiritual power in the body and even the exhausted edge, the lid of the furnace still remained unmoved, and Ding Ling had the heart to cry.

At this moment, Mingyue's little hand reached Ding Ling's back, and a stream of spiritual power from the same clan and the same origin instantly poured into his life river, and then poured from his palm into the furnace.

With a crisp sound, the lid of the furnace opened in response to the sound.

Two milky white meatballs the size of cherries were lying quietly in the dark and messy slag.

"Level 3 Shunling Pill, medium-grade!" Mingyue gave the standard answer.

"Beautiful!" Ding Ling bent down, picked up Mingyue, and kissed her shattered little face.

The little loli was stunned and then glared at him fiercely.
Chapter completed!