Chapter 7: The Sage of the West

Chapter 7: The Sage of the West

The other alchemists came quickly, and Zhang Shen sensed their existence for a few minutes. Several figures appeared at the door. Several people, tall, short, fat, men, women and children completely blocked the door, and even a mosquito could not enter.

Although it is said that when the rotating peak alchemist invites newcomers, other peaks can't be maliciously robbed, I'm standing here. In a word, you can't say anything about me.

The corners of Feilu's eyes jumped as if he didn't see it. After all, that's what my peak vein did at the beginning...

Zhang San glanced over and found that although these people seemed to be playing sculptures, they actually released a wisp of spiritual fluctuations at the moment he glanced.

"The twelve-day Feixianfeng vein from Kunlun, our vein..." Feiluzi slandered these guys's movements as if they had smelled meat-flavored wild dogs, while introducing Feixianfeng as quickly as possible.

Tongtianfeng, Yuxufeng, Feixianfeng, Kunwufeng, Liguangfeng, Bailianfeng, Lianqiaofeng, Yunlufeng, Weixiafeng, Lugefeng, Jingqifeng, Fenghuifeng, this is the mountain where Kunlun is located for 12 days.

Although it is divided into twelve peaks, in fact, there is no particularly serious internal dispute between alchemists. At most, it is because the ideas do not like each other. It is only at the level of language. At present, there has been no bloody struggle.

Zhang Shen has long had a certain understanding of Kunlun, the holy land of alchemists, through various books on the market. At this moment, he listened to the flying house for a while, and had a further knowledge of the situation in Kunlun in the twelve days.

"That..."

As soon as Zhang Shenfu opened his mouth, a pair of eyes suddenly swept over.

Their eyes are not malicious, but the spiritual pressure brought by the powerful soul still exists. If Zhang Shenzhen is a delicate young man, he is afraid he will faint at this time.

"I think you all misunderstood something."

"I have never said that I want to worship Kunlun and learn alchemy from my teacher."

Wh??!!

Everyone, including Qian Long, was dumbfounded.

"Can you say what you said again?" Fei Luzi's face was a little wrong, and he said in a low voice.

The inheritance of alchemists is not a sect but a master-apprentice system. In order to make apprentices go further on the road of Dandao, no slightly famous alchemist will accept more than three disciples, so as not to be able to teach well and mislead others.

Because of this, among alchemists, the relationship between master and apprentice is very important, and even often exceeds the affection between father and son.

Zhang Shen did not explain much. He squatted down, picked up a hard object and carved it on the ground. Lines appeared one by one. As Zhang Shen's mind moved, a simple pattern appeared in front of everyone in a blink of an eye.

The outermost is a standard impeccable circle, followed by an equilateral hexagon, and inside is a very casual triangle. On the three patterns, several messy lines are intertwined into a strange symbol.

Qian Long took a long neck and peeked at it. Obviously, it was a very simple pattern, but for no reason, he had the illusion of dizziness and even suffocation.

Looking at Feiluzi and others again, they only took a look and changed their colors, as if facing a big enemy.

For a moment, the cold sweat began to slip from their foreheads.

Feiluzi took out a magic weapon similar to the compass in his arms, read a word in his mouth, and played with it with his hand on the compass. His hand was extremely fast, and he could see the faint shadow of his fingers. Looking at his appearance, he seems to be guessing something.

Alchemy is mediated by reaction; alchemy is an inference, and the compass of Feiluzi's fingers is a magic weapon similar to calculation, but it is more advanced.

Feiluzi's behavior gave inspiration to everyone. For a moment, the hall on the first floor, which was not very spacious, was filled with a "buzzing" sound, which made people annoyed.

Zhang Shen did not say anything about everyone's behavior.

The seemingly strange symbol is that he integrates his alchemy knowledge and tries his best to condense all his understanding of the "earth" into such a simple symbol.

This is a painstaking attempt. Of course, this new symbol cannot show all the knowledge related to the "earth" that Zhang Shen has learned, not even half of it.

However, such a spontaneous symbol made several alchemists present calculate for most of the day, but still can't be cracked!

For a long time, Feiluzi put down the push algorithm in his hand, wiped the cold sweat on his face, and chose to give up.

At this time, he found that his clothes had been almost wet with cold sweat and could almost get out of the water!

Other alchemists also chose to give up one after another, looking at each other in congruous and a little depressed.

"Senior, can you show us the meaning of this symbol?" Feiluzi took a deep breath, took a step forward, bowed his hand, and said sincerely.

In the world of alchemists, the masters are teachers, and other ages are all floating clouds. In fact, the life expectancy of top alchemists has long exceeded that of ordinary people, breaking through the limits of human life and being able to live for hundreds of years.

Fee the emotional fluctuations emitted by Feiluzi and others, Zhang Shen's expression moved, and a joy of finally finding the organization arises spontaneously. For Zhang Shen, fighting and killing is not what he wants. This kind of pure scholar who wholeheartedly studies his choice of path is what he yearns for. Unfortunately, the world is not up to others. By now, he has no choice.

Zhang Shen exhaled a soft breath, suppressed the chaotic emotions, slowly squatted down, put his palms on the refining array, and scolded:

lian into an array and start!!

The long dazzling silver current burst out, like thousands of dragons going to sea. The momentum is amazing and frightening.

The electric light came and went quickly, and immediately scattered into the ground and disappeared without leaving a trace.

A stone pillar slowly rises from the ground.

This scene stunned Qian Long's eyes, but Fei Luzi and others could not help but feel a trace of disappointment in their hearts. Especially looking at Zhang Shen's serious face, he feels that it is too far from expectations.

At this moment, the change happened quietly!

The color of the original yellow-brown mudstone columns changes rapidly, and it is full of layers.

Granite, peridotite, basalt...shale, limestone... marble, slate, pneiss...

Feiluzi was stunned!

He actually saw dozens of common rocks from the stone pillar less than one person in front of him!

turn mud into stone, and many alchemists can do it. However, Feiluzi deeply understands that Zhang Zhang's hand is far more difficult than directly transforming soil into rocks!

It requires not only the caster to know the structure of various rocks, but also has a considerable degree of requirements for its own soul realm.

The soul is not strong enough to mix so many rock structures into such a small stone pillar in a short time, and it is necessary to avoid conflict with each other.

Except for Qian Long, the people present are all young alchemists who have made certain achievements on the road of Dandao. Usually, they also have pride in their hearts, and no one is convinced of anyone. It was not until this moment that they deeply understood the truth that there are people outside the sky.

"Thank you for your advice." Everyone thanked him, and Zhang Shen accepted it calmly.

"The method of looking at the predecessors should be the alchemy of Western countries," someone noticed that Zhang Shen was different from alchemy, and recognized the source and asked, "Is it that the predecessor has just returned from Western countries?"

The railway between the two countries has been abandoned for some time. In fact, even when the railway was in good operation, the thinking characteristics of the Qing people determined that they would rarely be interested in Western countries thousands of miles away.

"That's right." Zhang San nodded, thought for a moment, and added, "I grew up in Amestoris. This time I came back to learn about alchemy." In order to reduce the trouble of identity, Zhang Shen simply came to death without proof.

In the Qing Dynasty, the 50 major surnames are staggered, and the blood and clans are like a magnificent net, covering the whole Qing Dynasty. Zhang Shen is in line with the appearance of the Qing people, and the surname Zhang is also one of the top 50 surnames. In order to prevent trouble in terms of identity in the future, he simply "broken" any relationship in the Qing Dynasty.

Zhang Shen believes that in this way, even if someone wants to "recognize their ancestors" for themselves, there is nowhere to pull the mouse turtle.

After a few more words, suddenly, Feiluzi remembered something, stepped back a few steps in a row, and his expression changed dramatically: "Is it that Elder Zhang, do you want to imitate the 'Wise Man of the West'??!"

Feiluzi's words reminded others of everything about the "wise man of the West". For a moment, the expression looking at Zhang Shen was a little complicated and strange.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Shen didn't know and was full of doubts.

"The Sage of the West? What is that? Is it the monster sage next to the Xixing Temple?"

Seeing that Zhang Shen's expression did not seem to be fake, Feiluzi and others were even more surprised.

"Senior, you don't even know the sages of the West?"

"What, do I have to know?" The expression of Feiluzi and others looking at the aliens made Zhang Shen a little unhappy.

"Hey, of course not... I just think it's a little, that's strange..."

Zhang Shen asked about the "wise man of the West".

The so-called "wise man of the West" is a man named von Hohenheim, an alchemist from Ames Dolis. Hundreds of years ago, he crossed the desert and arrived in the Qing Dynasty and challenged the alchemists of the Qing Dynasty at that time with his strong alchemy skills.

At that time, there was no formal Kunlun twelve days, and the alchemists were relatively scattered and did their own work.

After von Hornheim came to the Qing Dynasty to understand the situation of the Qing Dynasty at that time, he chose to "meal friends with literature" and challenged the slightly famous alchemists at that time one by one.

What makes all the alchemists ashamed to this day is that the original alchemist world was swept away by von Hornheim with one person's strength, and no one was his opponent!

Until Hornheim entered the Kunlun Mountain at that time, which shocked the great saints who lived in seclusion.