The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

The two reporters simply took a few sets of photos, did not conduct interviews or take videos, and then left with Fang Xiaoyu.

The office door closed and Bai Mo continued his lecture.

Okay, let's move on to the physics part. Let's first talk about the common models of electromagnetic induction...

The same lesson takes different lengths of time for different people.

For Wu Qingyun, this class passed very quickly, and all she heard was useful knowledge, including sorting out, reviewing, and improving and improving.

For Zhang Shan and Lu Yang, this class was extremely long. Although these knowledge points are all old acquaintances, it is only when I really start learning that I find that I have become strangers to them.

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Bai Mo announced that get out of class was over.

Then Wu Qingyun stood up, holding her notebook, her eyes dull and expressionless, but her words were very polite, Thank you, teacher. Goodbye.

After saying that, she even slightly leaned forward and bowed. After hearing Bai Mo say goodbye, she took steps to leave.

The other three students were more familiar with Bai Mo and were less polite.

But Zhang Shan stretched his waist, Lu Yang yawned, and Yu Tingting breathed a sigh of relief.

Haha, get out of class is finally over.

I don't have any other tasks today. Let's rest first.

Several old classmates sat in the office and chatted for a while.

Wu Qingyun went to training again, right?

She is so busy every day, training, studying, psychological counseling, going on missions... Is this the only four things she does?

And eating and sleeping.

Ha ha.

It's like a robot, it feels so hard.

Bai Mo sat next to him and caught the word psychological counseling. Wu Qingyun... did she really have a psychological problem?

As a little girl who is about to take the college entrance examination, will she be burdened with too much?

Suddenly, the office door was opened, and Fang Xiaoyu poked her head in.

well?

Where are the two reporters?

They both said they wanted to come back to this office and take more photos. Are they here?

Bai Mo, Zhang Shan and others looked at each other.

Didn't come.

They didn't come back after they left with you.

The conference room fell into silence.

Did the two reporters lie?

Where have they gone?

Zhang Shan immediately took out his mobile phone and called the Picture Investigation Department.

Team Wang, two reporters came to take photos on the 16th floor of Tower A and are now missing. Could you please adjust the surveillance...

…

The elevator descends quickly.

In the elevator, a young reporter wearing a white sweater was holding a camera with a slight look of fear on his face.

Boss, are you really okay?

This is the Fairy Arts Committee. If we cause trouble here, the editor-in-chief will scold us to death!

Maybe... they will even drive us away.

The reporter boss is already a middle-aged man, wearing a work vest, holding his pockets with both hands, and looking very indifferent.

Afraid of shit.

“If you cause trouble and fail to dig out any information, you will be scolded by the editor-in-chief.

It makes a big fuss, but if you find out the information, the editor-in-chief can only say a few mean words at most.

The elevator sometimes stopped, and sometimes people came in and out. Seeing that these two people were carrying cameras and hanging press badges, there was no doubt that he was there.

By the time the Graphic Investigation Department pulled out the surveillance cameras and found the traces of these two people, they had already taken the elevator to the first floor of the building.

When the elevator door opened, he saw three large characters written on the metal nameplate on the opposite wall...Training Ground.

The reporter boss smiled hehe.

This is it, come in with me quickly!

I taught you about the memory card, remember it.

The reporter's younger brother followed the boss with his camera, sneaking in like a thief. About memory cards, the boss once taught him... His camera was specially modified. It has two card slots and two memory cards, which can store the same things. If you are caught secretly filming, hand over one of the memory cards and hide the other in your belt buckle.

…

Turning around the entrance corridor, you can see that the training ground is a huge and empty place. Rows of light tubes on the ceiling cast light, and the ground is made of rubber. Thick pillars and piles of strange metal plates and wooden boards blocked the view.

At first glance, it looks like an underground parking lot being renovated.

The reporter boss sneaked forward while pressing against the wall, while lowering his voice.

“I heard a tip before that they were practicing immortality and was wasting a lot of money.

“Today we are just going to capture the waste, do you understand?

“When I post the manuscript, it immediately becomes a hot topic!”

The reporter boy frowned.

What did they waste?

The reporter boss suddenly stopped and looked at a hill of metal fragments in front of him.

Come here quickly!

Two reporters squatted in front of the hill, picked up the metal fragments, and began to observe...

Isn't this a waste?

It turns out that these are metal plates a few centimeters thick... Metal plates of such thickness are definitely not cheap. But they were all cut into mahjong-sized cubes.

Why are they trashing the sheet metal?

The reporter took out his camera and took a photo from all angles.

His camera was specially modified so that it could take pictures without making any sound. It was extremely quiet at this time, and the only mechanical sound he could hear was the gentle click of him pressing the shutter again and again.

Sudden……

Bang!

A loud bang resounded throughout the training ground, scaring the reporter boy so much that he dropped his camera and dropped it to the ground with a click.

“Fuck, what’s going on?

Is the camera broken?

He was about to pick it up when suddenly there was an extra hand on his shoulder.

Looking back, it was Zhang Shan and Lu Yang.

At this time, Zhang Shan and Lu Yang had dark faces and serious expressions. With a uniform and looming blood stains on the uniform, compared to the stupid student who scribbled notes in class just now, he had a completely different look, exuding a majestic aura.

“No need to pick it up.

It will be destroyed anyway.

The reporter was so frightened that his face turned pale.

There were two memory cards inside the camera, and I didn’t even have time to take them out.

The reporter boss was even more grumpy and said hurriedly, Our editor-in-chief...

Zhang Shan smiled coldly, cut his arm back, and picked him up.

You don't need to worry about him.

Go grab his car, it's already on the way.

…

The two reporters were escorted away by Zhang Shan and Lu Yang.

Yu Tingting, Bai Mo and Fang Xiaoyu stood nearby, feeling very sad.

“These two reporters are quite wild.

I actually wanted to sneak in and take photos secretly.

Bang!

Another loud bang echoed throughout the training ground.

Bai Mo raised his head. From his angle, he could see that not far away, Wu Qingyun was training with a sword.

She put on her armor again and held an ordinary alloy long sword in her hand. The blade was covered with a thin layer of blood and was slashing at the thick metal plate!

For a metal plate of this size, even using laser cutting or wire EDM cutting... it takes quite a bit of effort.

Wu Qingyun was holding an ordinary alloy sword, which was only covered with a layer of blood, but with a loud bang sound, the metal plate was cut in two!

Oh? The source of the power is the blood?

The Eighth Sequence of the Sword Immortal Path, [Blood Sword], opens up the secret treasure in Dantian. The immortal energy in the secret is called [Blood Water].

Bai Mo's consciousness quietly poked out, and he quickly figured out the secret of blood water. It turned out that the blood attached to the sword blade seemed calm, but in fact it was flowing and vibrating at high speed!

It looks like a bloody sword, but its actual effect is comparable to an ultra-high-power, ultra-hardness chainsaw!

This sword slashed down, and the iron plate's cross section was filled with debris, dense scratches, and riddled with holes!

If this sword were to strike someone, it would probably cause the skin to rip open, the pieces to scatter everywhere, and the boss to get a wound!

Is this the strength of Sequence Eight of the Sword Immortal Path?

…

Bai Mo and others did not disturb Wu Qingyun's practice and turned to leave.

As she walked, she suddenly recalled Chen Jingjing and the innocent heads she beheaded in the mall...

The wounds she made were smooth and flat... Did she use [blood] on the sword when she killed people?

If she had used it, why was the wound she made when cutting flesh and blood smoother and smoother than the wound Wu Qingyun made when cutting metal?

Is it because of stronger control over blood and water?

Is that what is called genius?

Bai Mo wasn't sure and didn't want to think about it anymore. He followed Fang Xiaoyu and Yu Tingting and left together.

…

The sky over Fox Mountain was as cloudy as ever.

The strong wind blows through the mountains, the square on the mountain, and the busy foxes.

Bai Mo is sitting on the fishing chair, refining Huaihuo soup with hundreds of fox apprentices!

Purple round pear, slice it immediately!

The three-fold grass has been straightened and ready for use.

Silver cotton, soaked in water.

The master passed down the orders one by one, and the apprentices immediately followed them.

…

In the material preparation area outside the alchemy furnace, foxes are holding short knives, long swords, or hammers, handling various short-acting medicinal materials.

Among them, Bai Zhaozhao was holding an incomplete bronze sword and was quickly cutting purple round pears. After cutting one, with a touch of the fox claw, the pear slices were neatly arranged on the plate!

When the wound of a pear slice encounters air, it oxidizes rapidly. From purple to blue...you have to cut it fast enough so that each piece has almost the same degree of oxidation.

Whitepaw grinned.

In the past, the cutting skills of the brothers were not good enough to meet this requirement, so the master often had to go through a lot of trouble. But now, after practicing swordsmanship, it is competent enough to help Master save these troubles!

…

Between the preparation area and the alchemy furnace, foxes rushed back and forth, taking freshly cut medicinal materials or medicinal materials prepared in advance, and put them into the alchemy furnace according to the master's orders.

Just when the purple pear slices on the plate oxidized and turned blue, Scud ran over, took them away, climbed up the scaffolding on the east side of the stove, and waited at the mouth of the Dan stove.

The liquid in the alchemy furnace is boiling, bubbles are flowing out, and light red steam is rising, which is so hot!

But Scud didn't care. It was waiting here with the pear slices in its hands. The fox's eyes were fixed on it, waiting for the color of the pear slices to continue to oxidize, from blue to green, then to orange... At this moment, according to Master As ordered, pour it into the alchemy furnace!

It grinned, showing its fangs.

In the past, it failed to grasp the opportunity to administer the medicine, which cost Master a lot of trouble. But now it has rich experience and can especially seize fleeting opportunities!

After throwing it away, it turned around and jumped off the scaffolding to make way for the brothers who were queuing up behind to wait for the medicine to be administered.

…

At the foot of the alchemy furnace, Big Head and three fellow apprentices each held a long pole in their claws and listened to their master's orders. Either open the valve, or close the valve, or leave the valve half open... They have used the alchemy furnace to make popcorn several times, and they are already familiar with the control of this valve.

Next to the big head, three brothers with black tails, black noses, and black eye circles are fanning the flames of the alchemy stove... Their usual job is to make fires in the kitchen, and they are quite knowledgeable about making fires.

At this time, they ignited the blazing fire under the alchemy furnace.

The crackling and burning wood in the fire is what they join.

The firewood next to it was a mess of all kinds of wood, some dry firewood, some wet firewood, some oily, some less oily... They were all useless scraps from the fox yam field. But they usually use this kind of wood to make fires in the kitchen, and they are very handy at this time!

It was even very leisurely, and I had time to chat with the big-headed man next to me who was talking like a fox.

Master's voice came from not far away.

Fire!

Then Black Tail picked out two long and thick tung logs from the firewood pile and stuffed them into the fire.

Suddenly, the flames surged, tongues of fire danced wildly, licking the alchemy furnace.

…

Bai Mo sat on the recliner, occasionally looking up at his apprentices and giving them orders.

Everyone is not busy and has enough time to complete the task. But they are very serious, cautious and don't dare to be careless.

Everything went well.

His consciousness and alchemy fire both entered the alchemy furnace and controlled the calcining and changes of the medicinal materials in it.

His spiritual consciousness observed that the fire lotus was floating up and down in the furnace. The flames of its petals are integrated with the alchemy fire, extending like ribbons, stirring the medicinal soup, brushing over various medicinal materials in the soup, burning the medicinal materials into ash, and absorbing the medicinal properties!

The flames of the petals changed in color, stained with the colors of various medicinal materials, and became colorful, like the gasoline leaking from the puddles on a rainy day... and then slowly merged these colors, turning into a strange dark red.

…

Next to the alchemy furnace, three pairs of fox eyes with black tails, black noses and black eye circles were staring at the fire under the furnace.

Dark circles under your eyes suddenly feel like something is wrong?

Just now two tung trees were added to the fire, and the flames did get bigger and the heat did get stronger, but why did one of the tung trees seem to have burned out? Has it turned gray? This thing is obviously very resistant to burning. What happened this time?

Ouch?

嘤嘤嘤?

嘤嘤嗷嗷?

The three foxes began to discuss the matter in a whisper.

None of the three of them have ever encountered such a situation.

At this time, everyone was scratching their ears and scratching their scalps, not knowing why.

Do you want to tell Master?

What they don't know is that in the pile of firewood under the stove, under the jumping and licking flames, under the crackling burning firewood, there is a pool of dark oil accumulated at some point! This puddle of oil didn't burn, it was quiet, just hiding there, hiding in the ashes.

The brothers and sisters were about to hold on to the dark circles under their eyes, and were about to tell the master.

Suddenly, I heard the master's order coming again.

Change to medium heat and close the east and west valves.

Is it time to change the temperature again?

The black-eyed man decisively raised his front paws and let out an ouch to ask the master to look over!

It believes that as long as Master pays attention, all problems will be discovered and all problems will be solved!