Zhang Qingshan took a wooden barrel and walked towards the cliff west of the valley.

There is a natural mineral salt area here. The salt used by Xu Yi before, including the salt used to pickle the big bird meat, were collected from here.

Zhang Qingshan naturally didn't understand the salt, so he came when his senior asked him to come.

The valley was not big, and in a short while he came to the salt area of ​​the cliff to the west.

I saw several small pits on the ground, each pit about half a meter in size, and it was covered with fine salt of snowflakes.

The snow-white fine salt piled into the shape of a small hill. Zhang Qingshan didn't find it strange at all. He took a big spoon and put salt into the wooden barrel.

Is this the case with mineral salt?

Shouldn’t a little coarse salt be carried on the salt stone, and after a series of evaporation, drying, dissolving and crystallization procedures, the snow-white fine salt can be obtained?

Just as Zhang Qingshan was about to load salt, a white elf emerged from the snow salt.

The elf is snow-white all over, emitting a white glow, echoing the snow salt on the ground. There are transparent wings behind it, like a reduced version of a human child, extremely cute.

"I am the salt spirit here. Are you here to pick salt for your master?"

The elf flapped his wings and flew to Zhang Qingshan's eyes. He was not afraid and asked directly.

"Yes, senior, please let me take some salt."

Zhang Qingshan did not feel any strange when he saw the elves. After all, there were many elves and monsters in the valley of Senior.

"The master often came to pick salt in the past, but the old tree told me that we could not disturb the master during the period of transformation."

After the elf finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Qingshan with anticipation and asked, "Have you ever said that the salt tastes very good?"

Zhang Qingshan carefully recalled that he finally remembered that he sprinkled some salt in the barbecue. The senior once exclaimed: It tastes good.

"Senior has said it, it tastes good." Zhang Qingshan said affirmatively.

Hearing Zhang Qingshan's answer, the elf flew happily and said seriously: "I will definitely work harder to produce more, whiter and saltier salty salt to the master."

Zhang Qingshan nodded in agreement and walked back with a large bucket of snow salt. The elf also crawled into the salt pile and disappeared. Obviously, he was excited and worked harder to produce salt.

But Zhang Qingshan was walking back and didn't see it. Shortly after he left, the amount of snow salt increased rapidly, and soon piled up to half a person's height, and it was still increasing rapidly.

Xu Yi has already started to refine medicine pills.

Zhang Qingshan placed the wooden barrel next to his senior and stood respectfully.

"You're here just right, pour a little bit in."

Xu Yi looked at the quality of the medicinal paste in the iron pot and said to Zhang Qingshan.

Zhang Qingshan nodded, lifted the wooden barrel, and poured it into it.

Xu Yi had no time to stop him, so he went in directly after half a bucket of salt.

Well,

It should be no problem,

Xu Yi looked at the salt layer covered in the iron pot and felt a little uncertain. Can this be eaten?

Yu Guang glanced at Zhang Qingshan, and Xu Yi thought to himself: It should be no problem, at most it would be a little salty.

So Xu Yi continued to make it according to his own process without any expression.

He made a little changes to today's formula. According to pharmacology, try to avoid the existence of wanting to be criticized.

Among them, Tai Sui Ganoderma lucidum became the main ingredient, increasing the use of more salt.

As they were cooking, a strange fragrance wafted out of the iron pot. Even the creatures around him seemed to notice something and looked at the iron pot.

When asked about this fragrance, Xu Yi felt relieved all over, and his eyes were a little unbelievable.

"I actually refined it?"

Zhang Qingshan next to him was even more excited. This feeling was much better than that in the morning.

Xu Yi uncovered the lid of the pot, and as a smog of smoke dissipated, a piece of snow-white medicinal paste appeared.

Hey, why is it white this time? Is it because there is too much salt?

Xu Yi's face was calm, as if the white medicinal paste appeared, which was as expected by him.

"Senior, it was dark this morning, it turned white this afternoon, this..."

Zhang Qingshan saw the white medicinal paste. Although the fragrance was very attractive, he still asked in surprise.

Xu Yi was still calm when he heard this, and explained calmly: "This powder for healing your injuries is divided into yin and yang. The yin attribute you eat in the morning is the yang attribute this time. The two are combined, and the yin and yang are combined."

"Only by taking both servings can the effect of the powdered recipe be reflected, but you should pay attention that the amount of the two must not be at all different. If the difference is too large, the effect may decrease and there may be some other impacts."

Hearing the senior's explanation, Zhang Qingshan nodded seriously, then picked up the previous big bowl and carefully added it from the iron pot.

His movements were cautious, and he looked at his appearance, and he was constantly recalling how much black mud he ate in the morning.

After a long time, Zhang Qingshan observed left and right, and finally confirmed that it should be almost the same as the amount in the morning.

Of course, Xu Yi would not care about these things. He had already made it clear that if there were any other side effects, it would have been caused by the difference in the amount Zhang Qingshan took.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the medicinal paste he made.

After Zhang Qingshan made up, he immediately started to eat without hesitation, and put three large spoons into his mouth and swallowed them directly into his stomach.

Zhang Qingshan, who had eaten three large spoons in a row, seemed to have no other abnormalities on his face, but the Qingjing bulging on his forehead represented the turmoil in Zhang Qingshan's heart at this moment.

As Zhang Qingshan swallowed it bit by bit, the white mud in the whole bowl soon disappeared.

Xu Yi kept observing, and seeing that Zhang Qingshan did not vomit blood again at this time, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

After waiting for a while, he was about to ask Zhang Qingshan how he felt at this moment.

However, just when Xu Yi was about to speak, Zhang Qingshan showed a strange smile at Xu Yi, then rolled his eyes and collapsed on the ground.

Xu Yi:.......
Chapter completed!