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To be honest, Shi En really didn't think that this white-haired shota would actually be a Alchemist.

It all started when he woke up the next day from an explosion. On this day, Shi En habitually slept on the bed, but the heavens did not obey his wishes. It was early in the morning, and Shang Qian, the white-haired little shota who lived in the room next door, was already fiddling around in her room, disturbing her sweet dreams. Shi En who was still half asleep could only bury himself in the pillow and continue sleeping. But who knew that what followed next would be a huge noise that sent Shi En out of bed and towards the bottom of the bed.

Shi En who was full of energy after getting up from his bed, covered himself with a quilt and headed to Shang Qian's room next door.

"Dong, dong, dong!" White-haired Boy, don't hide in there without making a sound, I know you are at home, if you have the ability then you can quarrel to death, if you have the guts then open the door! "Dong Dong Dong!"

"Creak!" When the door opened, Shang Qian's image sloppily emerged from inside. His entire face was blown into charcoal, his hair was curled up and thick smoke was still rising from his head. He coughed a few times, and said apologetically: "Scoundrel, we caused trouble for you, Brother Shi En, why don't you not stand, come in and take a seat first."

Shane had come into his room with patience, and what he saw was another world. He didn't expect the modest room to be more than half as spacious as his. There were all kinds of items placed on the shelves, as well as bottles and jars. As soon as he opened the door, Shun En peeked through the crack in the door and saw a stove half a man tall and looking like a copper hotpot burning.

Shi En thought, could this White-haired Boy be a Taoist? And this was his place? Seeing so many strange things in his room right now confirmed his guess.

In a slightly more spacious area, three tables were arranged side by side in a row. There were weird iron shelves, strange iron barrels, tubes, instruments that people couldn't understand at all, a piece of black wood hanging on the wall behind, strange white symbols, dim sunlight shining through the windows, the pages on the table and the open book, and the brushes rattling on the pens.

Shi En who was wrapped in a quilt leaned against the wall, looked at his surroundings, and slowly spoke: "White-haired Boy, are you a disciple of a Dao Gate?"

The white-haired Shang Qian was currently adding firewood on the stove. Hearing Shi En's words, she looked at him strangely.

"From what I see, you're like a Dao disciple concocting pills."

"Oh, I'm not a disciple of some Taoist school. Brother Shi En, we're familiar with each other, if you speak carelessly like this, I can also sue you for slander."

The white-haired Shang Qian continued to fan the furnace. He thought for a while before replying, "Me, should be considered a Alchemist, and the 'External Devil' calls us scientists."

"Alchemist? A scientist? Then what are you doing? Aren't you concocting pills? I've seen little Ben before, the Daoist saying in the book that "alchemy is like this, roughly."

The white-haired Shang Qian saw that he was almost done with his work, he straightened his messy white hair and turned to Shi En: "Hehe, calm down a bit, Brother Shi En, you'll know in a while. First go back to your room and put on some clothes, then come over and help me out, please."

Shi En was also curious about what was going on with the furnace as he calmly went back to his room and washed his clothes before coming over. When he came over, he found no one in the room. The white-haired Shang Qian ran downstairs with two gunny sacks on her shoulders. When she came across Shi En, she called him over to help her. Shi En took the gunny sack and discovered that it was filled to the brim with fist-sized blocks. The gunny sack was tied up tight, he did not know what was inside it.

Shang Qian took out an exquisite small box from his robes and opened it, inside there were dozens of dazzling beads. He took one from the box and flicked the bead into the furnace. Then, a bright yellow flame began to burn in the stove. The flame was quite stable, without a single trace of multicolored light. It emitted a faint golden light, but it was warm and not scorching at all. One could tell at a glance that it was no ordinary flame.

Shi En took out one from the small box and looked left and right, bringing it to his nose and took a whiff, there was a pungent smell in his nose, he could not tell what it was.

"I say, what are you planning on doing?"

"Oh no, be patient, be patient. You will have your share later, Brother Shi En."

"The furnace has started again? Leave me some, Taisui Sect let me go over there for a bit. " Snake just came out from the corridor.

"Taisui Sect? Why did he have to meet an old lover? "Heh heh." The white-haired Shang Qian pretended to look like a playboy, and said with a smile.

"Pei, you better watch out. Don't let the Hong Kong Island's eight women come looking for you. The last time you opened the furnace to dry his clothes outside, they were all turned into ashes. I've helped you tidy up quite a bit."

"I know, I know. I will be careful."

Eh? Taisui Sect? So familiar, where have I heard of it? Shi En supported his cheek with one hand, while frowning and pondering.

"We'll have a taste when the furnace starts later." The white-haired Shang Qian laughed as he untied the gunny sack and stuffed the things inside into the furnace. Shi En took a closer look and realized it was a sweet potato! "It seems like he came all this way just to roast the sweet potato." All you did was roast sweet potatoes? "

"Hehe, not all of them are cantaloupes. Look at the upper part where they are refining some life saving gadgets. Below them is the cantaloupe. Anyway, you need a stove, this is called using two things!"

Suddenly, the white-haired Shang Qian seemed to have thought of something, and spoke to Shi En seriously: "Oh yeah, I still haven't thanked Brother Shi En for saving my life yesterday." After he finished speaking, he solemnly and seriously bowed to Shi En. It turned out that the white-haired Shang Qian the day before suddenly spat out white foam and fell on the ground, unconscious. It was Shi En who decisively pushed the blue pill into his mouth, allowing him to survive.

Shi En waved his hands, and said casually: "No need, no need, I only did it with a little effort, just roast more sweet potatoes for me to eat later, I'm afraid everyone in the whole neighborhood can smell this fragrance." As he spoke, he sniffed the fragrance drifting out from the furnace and immediately began salivating. He praised, "Your cooking skills are really not covered, haha!"

"Hehe, of course, it's ancestral skills!" Shang Qian patted the furnace with his white hair, his hand was scalded red, he exhaled towards his hand in big mouthfuls, and said awkwardly: Hehe, even the furnace is passed down from my ancestors! In any case, this half of my life will be hanging on this stove for the rest of my life. "

Hearing that, Shi En frowned, and asked: "Why do you say that? "You." Shi En thought back to yesterday when he was spitting white foam at the mouth. At that time, his entire face was covered in black Qi, if not for him giving him medicine in time, he would have already become an ice-cold corpse. Where did such a hardworking roasted sweet potato come from this morning?

Shang Qian carefully opened the lid with his white hair. Seeing that the various ingredients on the upper layer had all melted into a shiny liquid, he nodded his head and took out a test tube. Shang Qian immediately injected the red liquid into the furnace.

The flame inside the furnace gradually changed from a bright yellow color to a dark green, Shang Qian saw that the sunflower fan in his hand was fanning even more vigorously, the smooth burning flame suddenly became intense, rushed out of the furnace and wrapped the entire pill furnace, the flame danced up and down as though it had life of its own, rushing into the furnace to wrap the ball of liquid on top up.

Shi En stood at the side and stared intently at the ball of liquid. He heard the white-haired Shang Qian mutter a few words to herself, then slowly compress the flame along with the wrapped liquid. The jade-green flame gradually recovered its bright yellow color, but the liquid gradually became green.

"Ding!" "Ding!" With two crisp sounds, that ball of liquid finally condensed into a pill and fell into the pill furnace.

"Done!" The white-haired Shang Qian put down the sunflower fan in his hands. He was not in a hurry to take out Pill s, and instead reached out and took out two sweet potatoes from the stove, "Hehe, let's taste them first. Oh, right, Brother Shi En, what did you ask me about just now?"

Shi En took the scalding sweet potato in his hand, broke it in half and started to eat, "Wow, it's delicious, I'm curious why you said you only had half your life left?"

"Oh, you don't know, I'm a 'living dead'."