Chapter 43 Bitter Boy, Happy Boy

Lin Feng looked blankly at the small bottle that was emitting coolness in his hand, came to the front of his nose and sniffed carefully, and suddenly felt that his body and mind were shocked. The idiot laughed stupidly: "Hehe, hehe..."

"Good-looking..." The illusion in the sea of knowledge curled his lips with disdain and scolded angrily. But I feel unprecedented jealousy and hatred in my heart. This boy's alchemy talent can't be underestimated. Compared with super geniuses like me, he is only on the front line.

"How can you meet any bullshit good luck?" Fantasyning about Lin Feng's previous easy and freehand action, he is still very disgrined.

"Hey..." Lin Feng just giggled and gently poured out an elixir and carefully held it in his hand.

I saw a blue elixir that was deeper than the deep sea lying quietly in Lin Feng's hand, emitting an intoxicating light and a refreshing coolness. Lin Feng couldn't help but be obsessed with it.

Suddenly, Lin Feng's heart moved, and an inexplicable impulse surged into his heart. He blurted out, "Bloom."

With a soft sound, the skin of [Buyuandan] broke, and the blue petals gradually unfolded, like the skirt of a pavilion dancer, and a small blue flower quietly bloomed in Lin Feng's hands.

"Is it really blooming?" Lin Feng looked at this elegant little flower happily. A breeze blew, and Lin Feng was surprised to see that the extremely thin and crystal petals swayed gently in the wind, emitting a trace of refreshing coolness.

"Meow..." Lily was also strange, lying on Lin Feng's head and looking at it stupidly.

"Does the flower bloom with one thought?" The phantom chin in the sea is about to fall down. He stared at the little blue flower that seemed to have some strange vitality and suddenly understood.

"Liar, you big liar!" He said angrily, "You must have sensed a very small trace of consciousness in the elixir. Under your mind, the remaining consciousness in it subconsciously executes your orders, which is why there is this amazing little flower."

"Hmm?" Lin Feng thought about it and couldn't help admiring the old experience and living in vain for so many years. There was a trace of inexplicable familiarity in the pill just now, which was probably the divine consciousness left in it when refining the medicine.

Throwing the blue flower into his mouth, Lin Feng sat down cross-legged and slowly refined.

A wisp of extremely heavy and comfortable coolness flowed down his throat, flowed through his whole body with the flow of Jianyuan, and then disappeared into the black hole. A moment later, the black hole spit out a more blue ball.

"..." Lin Feng looked at the blue balls in his angry sea speechlessly and didn't know what was going on.

"Fantasy, why can't I refine him?" Lin Feng felt the almost unchanged Jianyuan in his body and was a little dumbfounded.

"Well..." Huan frowned and thought about it, and suddenly patted his head heavily and shouted, "Wrong..."

"Is it wrong?" Lin Feng was a little dumbfounded, "What's wrong?"

"I made a mistake." Huan patted his head awkwardly and looked at Lin Feng's puzzled eyes and explained, "I know that [Buyuan Dan] is a good elixir, but I forgot that he seems to be very useful for water constitution and people who practice water. A fiery physique like you will not only not grow, but may offset the original sword element in your body. That is to say, it's useless for you to practice it.

"..." Lin Feng stared straight.

"How...what? What are you doing? He asked with obvious a guilty heart.

"You bastard, you are not a human being, ah, forget that you are not a human." Lin Feng cursed angrily, "You are really not a thing. Ah, what kind of messy thing are you?"

Looking at the cold bottle in his hand without tears, Lin Feng couldn't wait to break him suddenly.

"Go to hell!" Lin Feng raised the medicine bottle high, but he couldn't be cruel.

"Don't, ancestor, you can use it if you can't use it!" Looking at Lin Feng, who entered a crazy state in an instant, he quickly exhorted and comforted, "Isn't your mother a water constitution? Besides, a second-grade elixir is 100 coins. The high-quality elixir you have practiced can be directly priced at 120 coins.

Lin Feng put down his arm hatefully, but still stared at the illusion and set his eyes on fire.

"Nah..." He shrank his shoulders and pointed to the weak medicinal herbs piled up on the ground and said, "No matter what, these things were brought back by Lily's hard work. You can finish practicing. You see how tired Lily is. Don't let her down. Leave half of the practiced elixir for your mother, and sell the rest for money.

"Do you dare to speak?" Lin Feng became more and more angry.

"Well, I'll help you find a more advanced prescription later. The second-grade elixir can only be managed to the third grade of the swordsman. We will directly practice the third-grade elixir, so that you will be free before you reach the fifth grade of the swordsman. The illusion of weak flattery.

"Humph..." Lin Feng snorted coldly and continued to refine the elixir.

"hehe." Knowing that he was wrong, he smiled and said, "You practice hard. Strive to achieve the yield of the second elixir to 100%, so that the third elixir can be successfully refined.

"I don't trust you anymore." Lin Feng didn't look at it and said angrily, "You unscrupulous liar!"

A mouthful of old blood is about to spit out. Isn't it just a small mistake? As for his own integrity, he has been lost. Dare not to anger Lin Feng any more, he smiled and said, "Cough, the success rate of the second elixir is 80%."

Seeing that Lin Feng no longer responded, he was even more ashamed and angry. Surprised to see Lin Feng, who entered the alchemy process so quickly, there was a smile on his face.

" No wonder. No matter what you do, concentrate all your energy on it. If you are so focused*, it would be strange if you can't practice such a good elixir. Huan suddenly thought of the situation of refining low-level elixir for several days when he was a child, and smiled. People are often surprised and envious of the amazing skills of genius, but they can't see the boring, long and focused training behind them, and they can't see the sweaty sweat.

There is no previous artistic conception of flowing clouds and flowing water. Lin Feng's alchemy speed naturally slowed down, and the elixir rate also decreased. But his movements are still very coordinated, which looks very pleasing to the eyes and pleasant.

Practicing tirelessly, Lin Feng refined all the medicinal herbs into elixir. He was stunned and stopped until he reached out and touched his hands. Looking up at the sky, the moon has already passed through the treetops and reached the branches.

"Wow..." stopped to feel unprecedented fatigue and fatigue. Looking at a hill piled up in front of him and feeling the ubiquitous pain and numbness in his body, Lin Feng couldn't help smiling bitterly. He couldn't believe that he could refine so many elixirs with his current physical condition. Reach out and brush your hand slightly and put all the elixir into the world of broken sword marks. Lin Feng patted the grass and dust on his body and stood up.

Who knew that he did not stand firmly under the station and staggered to the ground. However, after a long time of cross-kneeling, the blood on the legs is not smooth, coupled with the good deeds of heaven, the legs are numb and sleepy.

Sitting in place with a wry smile and rubbing, Lin Feng breathed the clear night wind and looked at the winding bright moon in the sky. His tired mind gradually recovered, and he simply lay down.

The moonlight is as clear as water, and the gentle moonlight quietly shines on Lin Feng's body, making him want to moan comfortably. In the past few days, he fought with the psychopath Feng Wuren, and almost survived. Then he was fooled by Tianhe Huan, driving out the deepest numbness in his heart. After suffering for a few hours, he felt that he didn't seem to know whose body it was. Finally, listening to the amazing secrets mentioned by Grandpa, he felt that a mountain hit his head fiercely and smashed his head fiercely, and he was unwilling to press heavily on his body, making it difficult for him to breathe. After refining the elixir for such a long time, the divine consciousness is also tired. At this time, he lay down like this and felt the softness of the moonlight gently sprinkled on his body. Lin Feng couldn't wait to lie under the moon forever and quietly enjoy the rare relaxed and quiet time.

"Is there really a beautiful and quiet Guanghan Palace on the Moon Palace?" Lin Feng turned his eyes to the bright moon and looked at it very hard: It would be great if he could live on it and stay away from the disturbances of the world. Well, it's better to bring your parents, grandpa, Lily and Meng'er. Well, although that guy is hateful and sometimes unreliable, there must be a lot of joy in his life. Although the sky is cold and fierce to himself, take him with him. Anyway, he has nowhere to go, and he has lost his memory. He is lonely and pitiful.

Lin Feng thought randomly, but he really yearned for it.

A sudden pain on his leg woke up Lin Feng's dream. Lin Feng rubbed his legs in distress, and his mouth was full of reluctant muttering: "It's a pity that you have to get five grades [Ganlin Grass], and you have to practice your sword hard to defeat the hateful Lin Jian."

Standing up slowly, Lin Feng walked slowly down the mountain with Lily in his arms.

The moonlight gently enveloped them, leaving a long shadow behind them.

"Mom, grandpa, I'm back." Lin Feng only felt that his legs were about to break.

"Why did you come back so late?" Lin Xiaochen's arrival obviously improved Shui Xianyun's spirit. She looked at Lin Feng, who was dirty all over her body, and blamed angrily.

However, as soon as Lin Feng sat on the chair, he lay weakly on the table and devoured the food. He was even more distressed. He gently patted Lin Feng on the back and said softly, "Don't worry, it's all yours."

Lin Feng took out the first bottle of high-quality [Buyuan Dan] from his arms and handed it to his mother. While picking up the meal, he said vaguely, "Mom, this bottle of elixir is good for your cultivation. You keep it, and you will be strong enough to protect me and my father in the future."

"You child!" Lin Feng patted Lin Feng's little head with tears and laughter and said angrly, "I'm so tired that I'm so hungry that I'm still slippery. Well, I don't want the elixir you worked hard to practice, and it's of little use. Keep it for yourself."

"There are many more." Lin Feng had a lot of bottles and cans everywhere and said proudly, "You can use it vigorously. Your son, I have a lot. You can keep up with you even if you lose one bottle. Besides, this elixir is useless to me.

"Okay." Shui Xianyun knew the nature of his child and put it away.

Lin Feng showed a happy laugh and continued to eat hard.

"Well..." Lin Feng frowned, his mind moved, and the blue ball in the sea of gas arrived in his hand.

"Hey, Huan, can you give this little ball to my mother?" Lin Feng asked.

"Huh... the aura is more than those nine?" He scratched his head doubtfully: "Of course it's okay. This elixir is even close to the standard of three-pin elixir. Where did you get it?

"Hey, by chance, I spit it out." Lin Feng knew that the medicine was good, so he was relieved. Hand the blue ball to Shui Xianyun: "Mom, you can take this now and refine it quietly."

Although Shuixianyun was puzzled, he still convinced.

Lin Feng smiled and turned around and went out. He still had 8,000 swords to practice. As for my mother, with Grandpa's unknown super master at home, coupled with the super prohibition of illusion, there is naturally no need for him to protect her.

"Sea of Qi?" He touched his chin and meditated for a long time, and then entered the sea of knowledge of the forest wind with a black fog.

Looking at the sea of gas swallowing the black fog and spitting out black beads, his face was overjoyed. Then he kept pulling the black fog over. He sat cross-legged on the top of the sea of air and waited for the black beads to come out.

"..." Lin Feng naturally knew the changes in his body and shook his lips in pain. Although he planned to borrow some magical black fog, he had not yet moved. Without checking for a while, he spilled his mouth and let the ghost elf take advantage of the loophole.

When he came to Grandpa's valley, Lin Feng picked up his broken sword and practiced it seriously.

After practicing a hundred swords, the soreness kept drilling out of the cracks in his body. After a while, his arm was sore that he couldn't lift the sword, and his legs were so painful that he couldn't bear the body.

Big drops of sweat rushed out of his forehead, but he didn't know whether it was painful and sleepy or tired.

After practicing 500 swords, Lin Feng suddenly felt that his whole body was about to fall out. A large amount of sweat gushing from his body made his clothes wet and tightly glued to his body, which made him very uncomfortable.

How many swords? How many swords are left? In the end, Lin Feng could hardly feel his body, but mechanically waved the sword in his hand. Well, remember, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine swords.

In the moonlight, a bitter teenager tried his best to practice the sword to protect his family, but his heart was full of happiness.

Trying to wave the last sword, Lin Feng's consciousness blurred in an instant, and he fell straight to the ground and couldn't wake up.