Chapter 918

On the seventh floor of the Medicine Pavilion, Meng Hao stood next to an ancient book. After thinking about it for a while, his eyes suddenly opened. He raised his left hand and waved towards the first volume of the Herbal Scripture. The pages of the ancient book quickly turned. When he blinked and paused,

A medicinal herb emerged.

Then he turned the page again. After a while, there were nine pauses in total. After nine medicinal herbs appeared, Meng Hao grabbed the page and immediately all nine medicinal herbs appeared on the first page of the blank ancient book.

Immediately according to Meng Hao's thoughts, either the branches were cut off or the flowers were removed. In Meng Hao's consciousness, they were condensed together and gradually grafted together using the method of mutual growth and mutual restraint.

This page of medicinal herbs suddenly shone, as if analyzing and judging. In the blink of an eye, it was slowly turned over, which meant that it recognized the first medicinal herb created by Meng Hao.

Meng Hao turned over the Book of Herbs and Trees with his left hand again, contacted and found the medicinal herbs, and constantly used his spiritual consciousness to change and graft them together, creating different medicinal herbs according to his own needs.

As time goes by, this assessment seems boring to those who do not understand the way of alchemy, but for those outside monks who are of the same lineage of alchemy, this is a rare opportunity and good fortune.

Especially those seventh-level alchemy masters, their eyes immediately showed strange light. Seeing Meng Hao creating medicinal herbs, they understood the most. The more they looked, the more frightened they became. Even their own knowledge of herbs seemed to have something to do with it.

Touch to lift.

"You can actually make cold-natured plants like this...After the nine heats, it was originally cold, but he added the nine colds. According to the method of mutual generation and mutual restraint, this should be neutralization, but it is like this!"

"This Moon Spirit Flower can actually be grafted into Sunlight Leaves. His idea was unbelievable, but it was actually successful!"

Even the old woman was dumbfounded and imitated subconsciously, her knowledge of grass and trees invisibly improving.

Those fifth- and sixth-level alchemy masters were also very excited. They were all in the exploratory stage when it came to grafting plants and trees. Now that they saw Meng Hao practicing in person, they all immediately remembered all this.

For them, this opportunity is too rare.

And those low-level alchemy masters, even if they are still far away from this realm, understand that if they want to go far in the alchemy path, they must learn to graft plants, and they all seize this opportunity now.

Although Yaotong didn't understand much, he saw that all the high-ranking alchemists around him were taking it seriously, and they all understood that it must be Meng Hao's current grafting. It was very shocking, so they all stared intently, trying to go

Remember Meng Hao’s method of grafting.

Outside the Medicine Pavilion, everything was quiet. Even the two old men who had been guarding the Medicine Pavilion all year round opened their eyes and looked at the sky.

The eighth-level alchemy masters here were silent, looking at Meng Hao in the picture and watching him grafting plants, looking forward to each other.

Meng Hao once again ignored time and was immersed in the grafting of grass and trees. His left hand was extremely fast, making the book of grass and trees scroll through it quickly almost every moment.

As time passed, Meng Hao created more and more plants and trees, one plant, a hundred plants, a thousand plants...

Seven days later, Meng Hao finally created ten thousand medicinal herbs. He took a deep breath and continued to immerse himself in it without finishing. At this moment, he seemed to have found a spiritual practice-like feeling among the plants. He could feel it.

, along with creation, my understanding of vegetation becomes more detailed.

Even though he hadn't refined alchemy for a long time, he could vaguely feel that his alchemy... was getting stronger and stronger invisibly.

"My hands are furnaces. I can fuse the heaven and the earth into my palms and refine a great elixir!" Meng Hao's eyes revealed his Dao light. This is his elixir path. He can use this Dao to prove his heart and use his heart to refine elixirs.

Seven days have passed again, and the number of plants and trees created by Meng Hao has reached 15,000. This scene makes the outsiders feel shocked and admire Meng Hao to the extreme.

Even the old woman asked herself that she was not as good as Meng Hao in terms of her attainments in grass and trees. She sighed in her heart, and she understood that such a person was what the alchemy lineage lacked and what the alchemy lineage longed for.

And if she...if she continues to follow the outsider's request to target him, I am afraid even the Alchemy Dao will not tolerate her.

"That's all, after all... I am from the alchemy lineage!" The old woman's eyes showed determination. She took a deep breath and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to target Meng Hao. It seemed that her body suddenly relaxed a lot, immersed in the picture, and understood.

vegetation.

Fifteen thousand plants, twenty thousand plants, thirty thousand plants...

In one month, Meng Hao created 30,000 medicinal herbs, and there were even more people from the outside world. At this moment, there were more than 500,000, scattered and boundless.

Almost everyone was watching Meng Hao create vegetation. Sometimes some were ecstatic, sometimes others were confused, but in the end, they all gained something from witnessing it with their own eyes.

It's a pity that Meng Hao is immersed in it and doesn't know what's happening in the outside world. Otherwise, he will definitely go crazy, because this is the best... opportunity to collect contribution points.

If he comes out and yells at this moment, most people will definitely send contribution points.

It has been four months since Meng Hao walked into the first floor. Although for monks, time is a long time, and they often meditate for several years, but when they are not meditating, four months have passed.

It's still a bit long.

But here, no one feels impatient, and on the contrary, they gain a lot.

Meng Hao, on the other hand, was also immersed in grafting and had his own happiness, because there was no place like this medicine pavilion where there were a billion herbs for Meng Hao to choose from.

Although it is an illusion, to Meng Hao, this illusion is no different from reality, and it can make his attainments in grass and trees reach a higher level.

Another month passed, Meng Hao's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he created fifty thousand medicinal herbs.

It was relatively simple at the beginning, but the further back you went, the harder it became. If Meng Hao was satisfied with coping, it would actually be easy, but he had very high requirements for himself. Every single one of the herbs he created at this moment was a hundred herbs.

above.

Especially for the last ten thousand, Meng Hao demanded that he use 500 herbs to graft one of them!

Fatigue appeared on his body. The three levels of five, six and seven were a kind of mental load for him. Even his consciousness had increased a lot without realizing it.

What surprised Meng Hao even more was that his cultivation had actually approached the level of a Nine Percent True Immortal in the past few months.

When the sixth month came, Meng Hao's body was trembling slightly, his energy was almost exhausted, his mind was swollen and sometimes aching, and even his thoughts became a little sluggish.

And the number of medicinal herbs he created has reached almost 70,000.

There is no duplication, and each one will cause quite a shock when taken out, especially the last five thousand... Each one is grafted with a thousand kinds of herbs.

It can be said that this herb can be made into an elixir by mixing a few herbs.

Everyone in the outside world was mesmerized, and they were all deeply shocked by Meng Hao's knowledge of vegetation. Until another half month passed, Meng Hao was finally mentally exhausted. His face was pale and his body was shaky. Even in the eternal state,

Nothing can make up for this mental drain.

Meng Hao sighed and ended the grafting.

As of now, there are more than 75,000 plants.

"I don't have enough energy anymore. If I continue, I'm afraid I will damage the foundation. And most importantly... my control of vegetation and grafting is still insufficient.

It is estimated that if we can create more than 10,000 kinds, that will be the limit.

And according to my idea, creating a great medicine grafted with thousands of plants and trees, with my current knowledge of plants and trees, it is very difficult." Meng Hao murmured, took a deep breath, stood up slowly, his eyes revealed

The light of persistence.

"I want to learn deeply about the Fang family's plants and trees!" When Meng Hao turned around, with one step, the figure disappeared. When he appeared, he was outside the medicine pavilion. As soon as he appeared, he immediately saw the dense surroundings of more than fifty people.

Ten thousand people, Meng Hao was stunned.

Although he thought that someone would come to see it, he didn't expect that there would be so many people here, especially alchemists of all levels. They were still awake at the moment, and they were all immersed in watching Meng Hao's own insights after refining the grass and trees.

.

Meng Hao said nothing due to exhaustion. He just wanted to return to the cave and have a good rest for a while. His body immediately flew up, turned into a rainbow, and flew towards the distance.

As soon as Meng Hao flew out, everyone here immediately woke up. After seeing Meng Hao's figure, they immediately showed their enthusiasm.

"Fang Hao!! He's out!!" As soon as the voice came out, it immediately started to rise one after another, causing everyone around to wake up one by one. Only then did they realize that the screen had disappeared, and Meng Hao had already come out from the Medicine Pavilion Sect.

"There are 75,000 kinds of medicinal herbs. He is a master of herbs. He is a well-deserved pharmacist!!"

"According to Master Fang Hao's knowledge of plants and trees, if he wanted to simply break into the Medicine Pavilion, he wouldn't dare say that on the ninth floor, but he would definitely be able to pass on the eighth floor!"

Everyone around was buzzing, and when they looked at Meng Hao's leaving figure, they all showed enthusiasm and reverence. The world of cultivation respects the strong, and the same is true for the Alchemy lineage.

"This time he stopped, but he will definitely continue next month!"

The alchemists around him all looked at Meng Hao's back with emotion, especially the eighth-level old men, who took a deep breath and looked expectant and excited.

"There is a successor to the alchemy lineage..." In the inner mountain, Alchemy Elder Fang Yundan, who has always been paying attention to Meng Hao, spoke softly at this moment, with a smile on his face, and raised his right hand, and a book appeared in his hand

An ancient book with the words Cao Mu Jing clearly written on it.

"Give it to Fang Hao." When he spoke softly, he waved his hand, and a shadow immediately appeared out of thin air, took the ancient book, and left in a flash.

At this moment, Meng Hao had just flown out of the Alchemy Path and was feeling groggy. At the given moment, his eyes suddenly opened wide and his whole body paused. His mind flashed like lightning.

"Damn it, why did I forget to collect contribution points? There were more than 500,000 people just now. I have been in the Medicine Pavilion for at least a few months...this...this..."——

It took me a long time to write this chapter... I wrote it while I was in class. The teacher looked at me several times... I finished it carefully and cautiously...
Chapter completed!