"Danyun, this time it's real Danyun!"

With a scream, the observation seat below was in an instant.

The old Danxiu burst into tears almost at the same time, and he knelt on the ground and bowed down.

More Dan Xiu's eyes are red and his mood is turbulent...

The atmosphere of the entire questioning scene was instantly elevated to the peak.

Above the Taoist altar, a wisp of mist that was clear in color, completely different from ordinary white clouds, slowly drifting from the sky.

The blue clouds wrapped around the glazed fire column slowly descended. Although they were as misty as smoke, they seemed to disperse the bullets, but they could withstand the burning of high temperature and burning fire, softly, like care and celebration.

As the mist drifted from the sky became more and more intense, the blue clouds with a color like the warm jade of Hetian gradually formed, and were also poured down with a rich aroma of elixir, covering the whole audience.

Although most people have never seen Danyun, it is undoubtedly Danyun who appears with the records of various Dangong classics and such a rich and pure Danxiang.

"It's really Danyun. In my lifetime... finally... finally..."

The old Danxiu, who had white hair and beard, was trembling all over with excitement, and was in pain.

The teacher who had scolded the boy for not studying before was also trembling with his hands and covering his red eyes.

The older the Dan Cultivator becomes, the more excited he becomes.

The reason is very simple. Among the alchemy practitioners present, no one has witnessed the legendary alchemy cloud with his own eyes.

For older monks, it is already a great pleasure to be able to witness Danyun in their lifetime.

In fact, before Yan Yan climbed the altar to refine alchemy, those people shouted that Old He must refine alchemy clouds, which was definitely a difficult task in the eyes of the alchemist cultivators.

The process of alchemy is actually far more than just a few simple steps such as medicine, fire, and forming an alchemy.

The quality of a pill is of good or bad quality, and the grade of the pill are affected by many factors.

In addition to the quality of the alchemy fire, the control of the alchemy fire, the quality of the invested spiritual herb, the quality of the alchemy furnace and the status of the alchemy furnace, the cultivation of the alchemy master himself and the alchemy techniques...

It even includes the mood of the alchemist when he refining alchemy, as well as the right time, the right place, etc., many factors that cannot be controlled.

To refine the immortals, in addition to these, you also need to understand the ethereal secrets of heaven.

When refining the immortal elixir, the mortal alchemist could not cross the natural barrier.

This is why Mr. He used the alchemy clouds to capture and refine them for transportation when he refined them.

This is not to show off, but to be a souvenir.

Because even Mr. He doesn’t know if he will have a chance to reappear in this life.

"It's really a Danyun. This little girl is really not easy!"

This time, even the owner of Qianjin Pavilion spoke.

Those who were sitting upright behind him were still complaining that Old Man He was reckless in his heart, and actually invited a girl who was completely unfamiliar with the truth to climb the Taoist temple, the elders and guardians of Qianjin Pavilion.

At this moment, I didn't care about condemning the old man He for being rash. They all stood up and looked up at the sky with Qingbi Ruicai excitedly rubbing his hands.

Even if this little girl is not from their Qianjin Pavilion, with Danyun floating above the Taoist altar, this question is a great success.

What's wrong with being from Qianjin Pavilion?

Besides, it’s not now, but I can’t guarantee it.

When the question was over, she asked the old man to be a disciple.

Jiange is ahead?

That doesn't matter. If the disciples don't have it, they can still accept a goddaughter. These are nothing.

The important thing is, the cloud!

But just as everyone was staring at Danyun excitedly, Mo Jian felt a small hand and gently pulled his sleeve.

He turned his face and saw the junior brother who had been talking in front of the teacher's room before, looking at him with his big black eyes.

Seeing the elder brother's eyes coming, the younger brother quickly sent a message to him:

"Senior Brother, I have something to do not know, so I want to ask my senior brother for advice."

Mo Jian was actually in a bad mood at this moment. When he heard the junior brother ask for advice, he frowned without a trace, but he still nodded patiently and gently.

The junior brother raised his head, turned his eyes to the Taoist altar, and frowned:

"Senior Brother, I think something is wrong with that pill that has become."

After hearing what the junior brother said, Mo Jian looked up at the Taoist altar.

In fact, when everyone was immersed in excitement and admired Danyun, which was rare in life, Mo Jian didn't look at any cloud.

He was thinking about something else.

Thinking of his teacher.

He knew that since the teacher had asked Jiange last time, something was wrong when he came back, but he didn't understand why.

Until today, the teacher solemnly invited the little girl to the Taoist temple, and he seemed to have vaguely guessed some of the teacher's thoughts.

When the little girl started to refine alchemy and the teacher closed his own alchemy furnace, he clearly saw the teacher's gaze and bet on their group of disciples.

At that moment, Mo Jian finally affirmed his guess.

Teacher, the reason why something is wrong for so many days is...

disappointment!

It was a disappointment with these disciples.

He suddenly realized that the day he asked about Jiandao, on the high Taoist altar, the young master of Jiandao successfully asked the sword and knocked on the Taoist door, which stimulated the teacher.

The teacher also hopes to have a disciple like the little master of Jiange.

Mo Jian suddenly realized that the teacher locked himself in the room these days and didn't come out, the teacher was waiting.

The teacher was waiting for these disciples, and if anyone had recommended himself to come to the hall to ask questions, he went to find him.

The teacher didn't want to participate in this question competition at all.

The teacher wanted to use this question to test these disciples.

However, among these brothers, none of them can understand the teacher's painstaking efforts.

Mo Jian suddenly regretted it.

I regret that as a great disciple, I have always been a disciple who knows the teacher best. Such an important teacher, but I don’t understand the teacher’s wishes.

Yes, in his opinion, fame and fortune are no longer rare for a respected alchemy master like his teacher.

What he wants and needs most now is an excellent disciple who perfectly inherits his legacy like the little master of Jiange and allows him to succeed.

Just as Mo Jian was thinking about the teacher's thoughts, his thoughts were interrupted by his junior brother. Then he raised his head and turned his eyes to the high Taoist altar.

The first thing Mo Jian saw was the energetic girl in bright clothes.

His eyes stopped on the girl, and his eyes sighed silently before turning to the Danyun she had refined with her own hands.

Then, just as Mo Jian's eyes touched the pill hanging on the furnace, Mo Jian's pupils suddenly shrank.

How is this possible!

Mo Jian subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

Dan…

It's still there!

How could this elixir remain smoothly after the Danyun appeared?

This is absolutely impossible!

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Chapter completed!