She Is Not a Witch

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Speed ​​up the tempering speed and improve one's own strength, the main task at the moment is this.

The extraordinary core of her own condensation, because of the extremely excellent characteristics, basically does not need to bother to manipulate the cultivation, and automatically refines the magic every moment.

But just so, the speed is still a bit slow. As a result of the six months of learning, Lorrain Hill can be regarded as a complement to the knowledge of alchemy after the Mercury Dynasty, and he has learned a lot of new methods of refining potions.

Except for a few rare potions, most of the alchemy formulas can be found in the library, but it is another matter to refine them.

It's like a very beautiful painting in front of you, you can see the details and colors, but you can paint by yourself.

The same is true for cooking. Recipes can be seen everywhere. There are not so many things that can be done well. The same goes for alchemy.

But unlike other potion masters, Lorrainhill lacks materials, not refining techniques. The mythical talent allows her to easily grasp the characteristics of the materials and the subtle weight, and the temperature and changes can also be delicately sensed by it, but now it is precisely the lack of suitable raw materials.

She can cultivate excellent extraordinary crops, but it takes time to grow. Even if it is catalyzed by her own magic power, the more advanced crops have a lower effect. The pearl-grade colorful grapes behind the house have already spent a lot of energy and a short holiday. It is not realistic to cultivate other crops.

It seems that this time I am out of the door to explore.

Sitting at the top of the canopy of the red maple tree hundreds of meters high, the silver-haired girl looked at the mountains in the distance with the color of Qingdai, expressing such feelings.

The Tiziran Mountain Range is just a small branch of the Sighing Mountain Range. The Sighing Mountain Range divides the mainland into two. It is vast, most of which are inaccessible. There are also many extraordinary monsters hidden in the mountains. Although dangerous, they also hide. Lots of good things that grow naturally.

White legs swayed gently in the leisurely air, and the pure white skirt fluttered in the air. Lorrain Hill leaned against the tree trunk, thinking about which direction he wanted to head in.

By the way, I almost forgot, isn't there another one who understands the local existence?

She gently patted the tree trunk under her body, closed her eyes, and slowly felt the consciousness in the tree.

A slightly cheerful message came from the tree, seeming to be thanking myself for his help. But it has been eight years, the feelings and thoughts of the tree are really different from those of human beings.

Lorrain Hill asked where there was another existence like it. The red maple tree seemed to be thinking and remembering for a while before emitting a shallow ripple spreading in all directions.

Following this spreading arc of light, Lorrain Hill probably knew two directions, one in the far north and the other in the southeast, both in the mountains of sighs.

The icy one in the north seems to be a little bit painful recently, the hot one in the south seems to have been sleeping, and here is the answer from the red maple tree.

They have never met each other, and can only perceive each other's existence by relying on the vague information in nature. According to the perception of the red maple tree, the northern one is similar to it, it should be a Sequence 7 coral-level existence, and the southeast one should be a Sequence 8 crystal-level existence, but it looks lazy and does not have much desire to attack.

Is that like this, Lorrain Hill thought, if it is such an advanced and intelligent supernatural plant, it should be possible to communicate with it, and it shouldn't be difficult to find them in exchange for a few fruits at that time.

After making up her mind, she leaped gently from the tree, let the wind flow over her body, and fell freely, then she held down the skirt and slowly landed on the grass in the courtyard.

Going back to the hut, I prepared some things, such as clothes, food, and some travel supplies. After putting them in the stored ring, Lorrain Hill thought for a while, and put on a pure white witch dress, like this in the forest. It will be much more comfortable to move between.

For ordinary dresses, the shoulders and collarbone will be exposed in the air, and they will be easily scratched by thick branches and leaves. The shawl on the witch’s dress will provide much better protection. In addition, the skirt is relatively long, without lace, and will not be hooked. live. At the same time, the big brim can block water dripping from the forest.

After changing her clothes, after thinking about it for a while, she jumped onto the tall tree trunk and folded a one-meter long branch as a cane.

Sure enough, the witch should have something in her hand.

Sitting sideways on the picked branches, Lorrain Hill flew into the dense and distant mountains.

According to the information from the Red Maple Tree, the existence in the north is about a thousand miles away from the courtyard where she lives. First fly to the vicinity of that side, and then drop down and look for it.

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Layers of forests are all over the mountains, and the emerald green and thick canopy is constantly retreating under the feet. Lorrainhill rides on a wooden stick and walks through the gaps between the forest hills. Occasionally, you can see clearings between forests, puddles formed by water after the rain, reflecting the blue of the sky, like a mirror.

Some small animals will drink water carefully at these water holes, such as foxes, wolves, antelope, etc., but there are also some rough guys. Occasionally, a few big wild boars will rush into the puddle like a joy, splashing a large amount of water, and then rolling around inside, so that the mud is covered with their hard mane.

Lorrainhill held his hat brim to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, looking at the emerald green scenery below, and sometimes walking with a few birds, holding these curious little guys in his palms, looking carefully, and then Re-launch.

Since it was not in the morning when she set out, she only flew half the distance when the sun was about to set. The burning sunset glowed across the horizon. Several herons were singing in the forest, and the girl gradually slowed down, preparing to find a place to rest for the night, and then set off tomorrow.

After turning around a few times, Lorrain Hill found a place with pine trees on the mountainside and fell down. It is safer to have no Warcraft around this place and will not be disturbed.

The land in the forest is covered by layers of light yellow and withered leaves. There are not many shrubs, and many scattered pine nuts can be seen on the leaves.

The girl's boots stepped on a rock on the ground, and then the pure white skirt slowly fell, and the slight air current blew a few fallen leaves beside her feet. She gently waved the wooden stick in her hand and drew an arc in the air, and then the air flow rotated, bringing up layers of fallen leaves, pine nuts, and a small amount of dead branches and other debris, exposing the black ground below.

After sweeping out a round open space around, Lorrain Hill took out a larger tent from the ring and placed it on the ground.

First lay a layer of waterproof mat on the ground, then put the tent on the mat, then set up the shelf, fasten the tent, and fix the surrounding corners with nails. Then adjust the details slightly, and the tent is set up. Up.

Picked up some dead branches around www.wuxiaspot.com~ and piled them together to raise a small bonfire. Lorrain Hill sat on the rock beside the fire and took out a few green fruits and put them on the bonfire to bake grilled.

The girl held the wooden sticks and flicked the burning firewood lightly. With the occasional burst of pine nuts and sparks, a faint firewood and pine fragrance floated in the air.

After a while, the girl in the white skirt peeled off the steaming peel and sipped the sweet and sour pulp, occasionally being burnt and sticking out her tongue.

After eating the fruit, she took out the notes she had recorded at school to see which formulas were suitable and good, and thought about ways to improve.

In the quiet night, the quill pen scribbled across the paper, the girl's focused face and the pages of the book reflected the warm fire light, and the long shadows shook slightly under the flame.

The sky full of stars, the secluded forest, and the grass underneath from time to time heard the sound of insects.

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