Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 274 The Old Heavenly Master's Alchemy Technique
In Longhu Mountain, inside the Tianshi Mansion, you’re surrounded by ancient pines and cypresses, a faint scent of pine permeates the air, and the courtyard is peaceful and solemn.

Old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei and "flawless in life" Lu Jin sat at the stone table in the courtyard, facing an unfinished game of chess. The black and white chess pieces were arranged in an orderly manner, and the game was hard to determine.

The two men played chess, their eyes fixed on the chessboard, and they slowly picked up a chess piece in their hands.

Although they seemed to be concentrating on playing chess, their minds were clearly not on the game.

Zhang Zhiwei was dressed in a simple Taoist robe, his expression was as calm as water. Although he was over a hundred years old, his eyes were still as clear as a deep pool.

"Old Lu, you have some good moves but also some bad ones."

"Their plan to focus all their efforts on Chu Lan failed, but a bunch of opponents who came for the Tongtian Talisman appeared for no reason. It will be even more difficult for Chu Lan to fight his way out among the elites of various sects."

"I'm afraid it's not easy to protect his identity as the successor to the Heavenly Master." The chess piece in Zhang Zhiwei's hand was spinning gently at his fingertips, but it didn't fall down for a long time.

"Hehehe, I don't know that guy. What the result will be depends entirely on his luck."

"To put it bluntly, I just feel annoyed by the looks on the faces of people like Wang Ai and Lu Ci. I feel happy when they get humiliated." Lu Jin said with a smile.

In this world, there are many evil people like Quan Xing, but even though their crimes are unforgivable, they dare to take responsibility for them.

What is more disgusting than Quan Xing is a group of sinister people who wear masks and trample on the rules to stir up trouble.

"Those terrible things happened back then. You in Longhushan and I, Lu Jin, and others didn't step forward to stop them in order to protect our own interests. I won't make the same mistake this time." Lu Jin sighed slightly and turned his eyes away from the chess game.

"The aftermath of the Jiashen Rebellion has not yet dissipated. It has been suppressed for so many years. The appearance of Zhang Chulan has caused all parties to get restless. It is better to ease the situation than to block it!"

Ugh!
Lu Jin recalled the scene in which his former best friend Zheng Zibu crawled in front of him, dying.

"In short, it's hard for you to give up this time." Zhang Zhiwei put down the chess piece and no longer had the heart to play chess.

Lu Jin shook his head. "Give them the eight unique skills. By the way... have you really dealt with Yan kid? Can a single announcement dispel all the concerns of him and other sects in the alien world?"

"The boy is smart and knows what I mean." Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard, smiled and shook his head, "He is not interested in these things in the first place. It's enough for other sects to understand."

Lu Jin paused, and said in confusion: "Is this considered bullying?"

After that, he began to speak in an extremely exaggerated tone: "We are going to hold a super cool ceremony in Longhu Mountain. Guess who is the only one who didn't receive an invitation?"

"It's You~" Lu Jin pouted and said sarcastically.

Zhang Zhiwei frowned and rolled his eyes at Old Lu sitting opposite him. "Alright, you are already a hundred years old. Leave some family tradition for your Lu family. You won't be afraid of being seen and laughed at by others."

"As for Xiao Huan, I did make compensation. I'll let him know later."

"Oh?" Lu Jin raised his head with interest, "Can Longhu Mountain provide something that interests me?"

"Hey~" Zhang Zhiwei laughed, "I really have something in this mountain."

"What is it?"

"Then I can't tell you." Zhang Zhiwei said, stood up from the chessboard, brushed his sleeves, and walked towards the backyard.

Seeing this, Lu Jin hurriedly stood up and asked, "The game isn't over yet, old master!"

"Keep it. There's no need to rush." ​​Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand without even turning his head, saying calmly, "I have to go make the elixir."

Lu Jin stood there in a daze, watching Zhang Zhiwei's back go away, and couldn't help but feel puzzled - the old Taoist priest had always disdained these alchemy techniques, but today he seemed to be in high spirits. "Oh, by the way! One more thing!" Zhang Zhiwei walked halfway and suddenly turned around.

"You used the Tongtian Scroll to your heart's content in front of the Ten Lords before. It destroyed a pavilion behind my mountain. Remember to compensate me."

“Ah? Oh...oh oh..." Lu Jin responded repeatedly.

Zhang Zhiwei returned to the backyard and picked up a palm-leaf fan as soon as he entered the house. He squatted beside the stove and skillfully lit the fire. The flames rose up and surrounded the small medicine cauldron.

He waved a palm-leaf fan in one hand and threw several medicinal herbs into the cauldron with the other. The flames licked the cauldron and a rich medicinal fragrance slowly spread.

This training lasted for most of the day, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was gradually getting darker.

Zhang Lingyu finished his daily homework and was holding a pile of freshly washed Taoist robes. When he passed the backyard, he suddenly smelled the fragrance of medicine.

He stopped and turned to look at his master, only to see Zhang Zhiwei still squatting beside the stove, gently waving the palm-leaf fan in his hand. The fire flickered slightly, reflecting on his slightly old face.

Zhang Lingyu couldn't help but wonder, "Master, you've been guarding here all day long, what are you refining?"

Zhang Zhiwei didn't even raise his head, still concentrating on the stove, and replied casually: "I'm refining pills."

"Eh?" Zhang Lingyu was stunned when he heard that, and felt even more confused.

Master has never advocated those external alchemy methods, and usually sneers at the tonic techniques of burning elixirs and refining mercury. Why did he suddenly start refining medicine today?

This is a sight that has never been seen before.

He put down the basin and walked to Zhang Zhiwei, his face full of questions: "Master, don't you always disbelieve in external elixirs? Why are you making pills yourself today? What kind of medicine is this? Can you tell me?"

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes moved, and he seemed a little impatient with his apprentice's curiosity. He waved his hand and drove him away, "Go away, stay away! You haven't finished your evening class yet, go to the evening class later."

Zhang Lingyu squatted down, blinking his curious eyes, looking very obedient: "Master, please tell me about it! I have followed you for so many years, but this is the first time I see you making medicine!"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at him sideways, and suddenly revealed a sly smirk: "Do you really want to know?"

Zhang Lingyu nodded quickly, staring at the steaming small medicine cauldron excitedly and full of anticipation.

"Okay then!" Zhang Zhiwei finally gave in, but then he changed the subject, "I won't tell you today! When it's finished, I'll let you taste it first."

Zhang Lingyu was overjoyed when he heard this: "Thank you, Master!"

Zhang Zhiwei just smiled slightly, still waving the palm-leaf fan rhythmically in his hand, and watched his disciple leave.

"Don't thank me, Master. I saved this for you. It's all good stuff."

After a while, Tian Jinzhong, with the help of his disciples, came to the backyard in a wheelchair.

His bloodshot eyes widened and stared at the steam rising from the small medicine cauldron.

He raised his hand, and the little Taoist boy following behind him left.

Tian Jinzhong smelled the aroma of the medicine and said solemnly: "Brother, this medicine you made is not a good one!"

(End of this chapter)