President’s Exclusive Alchemist

After the bleak silence of the winter night passed, the early spring night in the south had vaguely signs of excitement like summer night.Especially the No. 2 Middle School of the Flower Market, which is famous for its garden school. After a winter, various insects living in the flowers began to wake up, making intermittent calls in the cool night.

But today is different from usual. Amidst the sounds of insects, a gnashing cry suddenly came out from a dormitory in the male dormitory building of No. 2 Middle School.

"You all will be buried with Lao Tzu!"

Suddenly there was such a disturbing cry in the quiet dormitory area. Fortunately, it is not the start of school. At this time, there are only scattered students who have returned to school early or protesting in the dormitory building. There are more than a few scattered ones.

One of the protesters happened to be in the same dormitory as the one who made the noise.

Just listened to the bewildered voice coming from the opposite bed, "Master Dao, buddy, don't be so cruel..." The complaining voice was a bit illegible at the back. It seemed that the other party was not awake at all, and the muttering finished. He soon fell asleep again.

The dormitory was quiet again, and the Ming Wuxiang expression that sat up from his sleep was a bit hideous and crazy, as if he hadn't recovered from the "dream state" just now.

Fortunately, at night, plus the only other person in the dormitory who sleepwalked Zhou Gong, no one saw his expression at this time, or they would think that he had just had a terrible nightmare because of the face. The remaining expression is scary.

"dream?"

The change in the environment caused Ming Wuxiang, who was sitting on the bed, to calm down quickly and speak again without the previous anger.

A little uncertain, when he subconsciously stretched out his hand to his heart, his chest was smooth, without the touch in his memory, he hurriedly opened the collar, and under the faint light from the dormitory corridor, he made sure that the piece of white jade that had been hanging on his chest was not there. .

Ming Wuxiang lowered his head and held his hands tightly, muttering in a voice that only he could hear: "Not a dream, am I wearing it again?"

Yes, I wear it again.

There is nothing to show off. The world is so busy that he has lived until he is twenty-eight. When he thought he would continue to live an ordinary life, he accidentally fell off a cliff during a company outdoor activity.

When falling to the cliff, the feeling of falling made Ming Wuxiang think that he would be crushed to pieces, even the corpse would be difficult to find.In the end, he didn't die, and he passed through, crossing into a fantasy world dominated by immortal cultivation.

Online novels are the favorite pastime of Ming Wuxiang, especially his name, which is ridiculed by many friends as the protagonist. Ming Wuxiang, who has only lived for 28 years, has always been a passerby character. .

Perhaps it was due to nature. Even if he traveled to the world of cultivating immortals described in the novel, Ming Wuxiang did not give birth to a unified world, opening the harem and collecting the younger brother, which is the protagonist model of Long Aotian style.

To make a fortune with a muffled voice, this is the enlightenment obtained from a survey of many online novels, especially when Ming Wuxiang understands the world of cultivating immortals, and knows that he possesses a treasure that even the ancestors of the tribulation period will covet. Death is jumping around.

That treasure was a piece of white jade that Ming Wuxiang’s grandmother gave him before her death. White jade is a family heirloom from his grandma’s family. He only wears females but not males. Ming Wuxiang’s father has only one male. In the generation of Ming Wuxiang, he is the only one.

There are no girls in the two generations in the family, and the grandmother has no choice but to give Bai Yu to Ming Wuxiang, hoping to pass it on to his daughter.

He accepted the white jade when he was young, and when he got older, Ming Wuxiang could only apologize to his grandmother in his heart.His own sexuality is destined to have no offspring. He cannot harm a girl for such a thing.

In the bottom of my heart, he felt guilty for grandma's entrustment. When he traveled to the world of cultivating immortals, Bai Yu recognized the Lord, and finally got a glimpse of Bai Yu's secret, and at the same time knew that he was lucky enough to travel through this piece of white jade.

This seemingly unremarkable piece of white jade has a very large background. It is actually one of the fragments of the Shennong Ding that was passed down from the Chinese mythology of Shennong who tasted herbs and used to refine a hundred medicines.

If it is not before crossing, someone tells him this, Ming Wuxiang will definitely reply to the other party and read a book, right?It's better to make the Xuanyuan sword or the Pangu axe even better to scare people.

After crossing, I entered the white jade space and saw those immortal grasses protected by formations that would definitely cause a sensation in the world of immortality.

Ming Wuxiang can only silently swallow Tucao and nod-yes yes yes, everything you said is right.

It doesn't mean that I have accepted the inheritance of refining medicine in Baiyu.

Ming Wuxiang was able to cultivate to the Yuan Ying stage with the aptitude of Shuimu Shuanglinggen in less than a hundred years, and stepped on many of the single spirit root geniuses of the world of cultivating immortality. This shows how powerful this inheritance is.

Of course, there is also the reason why Ming Wuxiang made a fortune with his muffled voice, but no matter how careful Ming Wuxiang was, he still accidentally exposed his feet.

How can a monk who is less than a hundred years old play tricks with those old foxes who have lived for thousands of years.Fortunately, those old immortals don't know the real secret of the white jade space. They only think that the kid Ming Wuxiang is lucky to get the inheritance of a master alchemy.

In the world of cultivating immortals, alchemists are the most sought after among all professions. Every time a pill of top quality or above appears in the auction room, the price surge will definitely stop people's heartbeat.

And the pill that flows out of Ming Wuxiang's hands is not inferior to the first-class character.

Ming Wuxiang has always understood that the world of cultivating immortals is a world where there is no law to speak of, and the weak and the strong eat the weak. He is being watched and constantly hunted down, his mentality is calm, and then he fights back.Even if he was forced to desperate in the end, he was still able to calmly choose to die with the opponent.

Thinking back to the faces of those people, especially the expressions of fear in the face of death, the inconspicuous chuckles with their heads lowered, their voices a bit hoarse but could not conceal the contempt in the words, "Heh, I still earn it by all accounts."

The pain of the body being torn when he exploded Nasal Infant will not be forgotten, but there are a large group of monks with strength at least one or two levels higher than him to bury him, as long as the thought of this is like he just said to himself That way, he earned it.

His act of killing so many high-ranking monks would definitely hit those family forces that had been chasing him down.

The world of cultivating immortals has never been a peaceful world, especially family forces. As long as they show weakness, they will end up being attacked and corroded by other family forces.

Lie back on the bed, Ming Wuxiang squinted his eyes halfway, although he could not see the decadence of those family forces, he didn't care too much, and he turned his head to look at a vague figure on the opposite side.

Just responding to his own voice, Ming Wuxiang certainly wouldn't miss it, especially where he was, even after living in the world of cultivating immortals for so many years, he still vaguely remembered.Memory is memory, but the exact time is unknown.

Naturally stretched out his hand to touch the pillow, and as expected, he touched a small box, dragged it over, and pressed the soft button on it. In the dim dormitory, a light green light shot out from the small screen.The non-phased pressing just lights up the phone, without unlocking, the date and time display of the candy bar in the locked state is very clear.

"February 26, 20XX." Looking at the not-so-new mobile phone in his hand, Ming Wuxiang had no time to miss the various smart phones with complete functions and capable of surfing the Internet, and was surprised by the time on the phone.

"I am not only wearing this, but also wearing it ten years earlier?!"

Yes, Ming Wuxiang traveled to the world of cultivating immortals at the age of twenty-eight, and the time displayed on the phone is ten years ago, not long after his eighteenth birthday.

Seeing the time on the phone, Ming Wuxiang, who was able to calm down even in the face of high-ranking monks, showed an angry expression for the first time.

"Why! Why isn't the time earlier!" Because of the anger, Ming Wuxiang's voice was not suppressed, and the opposite bed was dreaming once again.

"Master Dao, it's not early and late now, stop making trouble, go to sleep..."

If there is only one person, the unidentified person will definitely not calm down so quickly. I have to say that every time the opposite voice appears, it is timely.

The faintly glowing mobile phone was thrown aside by Ming Wuxiang, only a very faint light could shine on Ming Wuxiang's face. He looked directly above, looking apathetic, and the corners of his eyes were still moist.

Just over a month ago, at the end of his eighteenth birthday, the grandfather, who was dependent on him for life, left with comfort and guilt.

The old man lived more than ninety years old, and he has a long life at the moment. However, for Ming Wuxiang, who has just grown up, he hopes that his grandfather can always be with him, especially he has the white jade space, and the alchemy that shocked the world. , Extending the life for grandpa is a simple matter.

Ming Wuxiang actually understands that it is God bless you to be able to survive two times in distress, you should not be greedy, but to your relatives, no matter how rational people are, they will become irrational.

The light from the mobile phone has dimmed long ago, and Ming Wuxiang kept his eyes open, staring blankly upwards until dawn.

When Li Jiahua, who was on the other side of the bed, opened his eyes in a daze and turned his head to look over, he completely awakened the unconscious buddy.

"Master Dao, Ming Wuxiang! What's the matter with you? Are you okay?" As a student of Ming Wuxiang, Li Jiahua certainly knew what happened to Ming Wuxiang's family more than a month ago.

I was worried that Ming Wuxiang would never come out. During the New Year, Li Jiahua wanted to accompany Ming Wuxiang because of customs. Fortunately, after returning to school yesterday, Ming Wuxiang's spirit recovered a lot, at least not with a lifeless look. It seemed that Li Jiahua, who had been holding his heart, let out a sigh of relief.

However, when he woke up now, the other party suddenly looked like he was going to die. What kind of trouble is this!

The author has something to say: Grandma: Come to Xiaoxiang, this is the heirloom of our family heirlooms from females to males, we must collect them.

Dao Ye: ...I always feel that grandma has foreseen something o(╯□╰)o

General Gu: ^_^