After a moment, Jun Bufu returned, holding a bucket of water in his hand. +◆+◆, his speed was very fast, but the water was rippling in the bucket and was very calm.

Seeing Jun Bufu back, the young man was shocked and quickly avoided it from afar. Although he also felt that Jun Bufu might not dare to take action here. But he was not afraid of ten thousand, just afraid of what if.

If Jun Bushu thrust his brain and stabbed him with one sword, he wouldn't have time to cry if he was hurt.

"Master, the water is coming."

At the same time, Jun Bufu put a bucket of spring water at Qi Xiang's feet and said, "What else do I need to do next?"

"It's gone, what's left is mine."

Qi Xiang shook her head and her eyes fell on the medicinal herbs wrapped.

He could see that these medicinal materials had been carefully prepared, whether they were branches, leaves, slices, stems, or fruits, all of them were their final forms.

You should know that processed medicinal materials and raw medicinal materials are two different forms.

A plant has branches, stems, leaves, fruits and roots, but not every part can be used as medicine. Therefore, it is necessary to undergo a certain processing and intercept the part that can be used as medicine before it can be used as medicine.

If a person who is not aware of the arts thinks that he has dug up a plant, he thinks it is a medicinal material and directly as the whole plant as medicine. Maybe there is no benefit at all, but it is a poison.

Of course, young people have a lot of knowledge and will definitely not make such mistakes. Not only are each medicinal material well processed, but it is also divided into bundles, of equal sizes.

After Qi Xiang looked at these medicinal materials and distinguished the properties and pharmacology of the medicinal materials, he turned around and asked, "Hey, who... are you planning to make Qingxin Pills?"

"ah……"

The young man who was still sulking secretly was stunned when he heard this: "How do you know?"

"nonsense……"

Qi Xiang muttered to himself: "It's both rhubarb, dried tangerine peel, fragrant scent, plus mulberry branches and locust branches. These medicinal materials are either used to cool blood and detoxify, or to clear heat and regulating qi, and are all medicines to reduce fire."

"The fire is clear and the heart is calm, and the spirit is calm."

Qi Xiang flipped it out casually and was sure: "This is an ancient prescription. It has been more than a thousand years, but it has not changed much. After all, there are still a few precious main medicines, which are the deleted version of Qingxin Jing Shen Pill. So it can only be called Qingxin Pill!"

"You, you..."

The young man heard a few words vaguely, with a look of seeing a ghost. No matter how slow his reaction was, he should have understood that Qi Xiang was somewhat pharmacological, and he didn't know anything.

"Actually, it's good to make Qingxin Pills."

Qi Xiang continued: "Besides, someone has already helped you clean up the medicinal materials. Just turn on the furnace and throw the medicine in. Then add water and boil it and stir it, taking into account the heat..."

"Basically, if the steps are good, a good quality Qingxin Pill will definitely be sure to get it."

Qi Xiang smiled slightly: "You elders have put a lot of effort into it for you. Unfortunately, you can't stand the mud on the wall, which is really embarrassing him."

"You... talk nonsense!"

The young man was both ashamed and angry: "I prepared the medicinal materials, and they had nothing to do with my grandfather..."

"hehe!"

Qi Xiang didn't comment. If it was really okay, the young man's reaction would not be so intense.

But then again, it’s normal to prepare the medicinal materials to be refined in advance. Just now, the same was true for Guo Dazhen. He prepared all the two packs of medicine in advance according to the number of equal parts.

When the furnace is turned on, there is no need to weigh and grab, which saves a lot of time.

Basically, the refining medicines on site are all in this process. Otherwise, the bystanders would not have the patience. Wait until you slowly get the same medicinal materials neatly and then put them in the furnace to steam and cook...

The opposite is true. If someone wants to ask the alchemist to help refine medicine, he must prepare the medicinal materials to be refined in advance. Unless it is a rare treasure that laymen do not know how to deal with, and the alchemist needs to take action personally.

Where can the alchemists have the time to prepare those ordinary medicinal materials?

Speaking of which, people are still impetuous, and no matter who they are, they pay attention to efficiency.

The time for water grinding is as good as it is, but it also divides into objects.

Obviously, when it comes to refining medicine, and not refining one's own medicine, ordinary alchemists must not have the patience, and they are all focused on studying and refining alchemy.

However, Qi Xiang took this matter seriously and checked the quality of the medicinal materials one by one in the package.

I have to say that there is really no medicinal material prepared by young people that is bad. No matter how bad the medicinal material is, the quality is medium or above. Not to mention, the main medicines are all of the best quality.

The quality of the pills obtained by refining high-quality medicinal materials is definitely not bad.

Of course, the key is technology, the technology of refining medicine. If anyone can refine a good pot of elixir, then the profession of alchemist has no meaning to exist.

Just like workers working on assembly lines, there are also masters and novices. What's more, the technical job of refining is sometimes very particular about talent.

In Qi Xiang's opinion, refining medicine is similar to cooking skills. A elixir is equivalent to a delicious dish.

There is no difference between the same dish, ingredients, seasonings, soybean vinegar, oil and salt. However, when different chefs make it, there are differences in the taste.

Can the results be the same when a chef in an ordinary restaurant competes with a chef in a state banquet?

By the same token, the same is true for alchemists.

What happened just now is a good example. When I refined a medicine, Guo Dazhenren took action by himself, and like Guo Dazhenren and Luo Gut, the result was obviously different.

To be honest, Qi Xiang doesn't have any confidence in his skills at all. He can only say that he is in a very vague stage. It seems that it is not easy to refine a furnace of pills, but he feels confident...

Very contradictory state.

So, now he wants to try it, it can be regarded as a "confidant" process.

Only with reference can you measure your own level.

"Does 30% pass the exam, and 60% meet the criteria?" Qi Xiang pondered, then opened the furnace lid, carefully put the medicinal materials in the bag, and then injected them into the spring water.

The fire is in full swing, and as soon as the water is injected, it immediately makes a sizzling sound. Wire wisps of steam also surging.

However, as the spring water increases, the furnace wall slowly cools down.

After reaching the surface of the mountain spring water and soaking the medicinal materials, Qi Xiang stopped, then closed the furnace cover and officially began the process of refining medicine.

His actions also attracted the attention of some people nearby.

However, because I just saw the refining situation of Guo Daren and Luo Gut, the emotions of the people next to me were greatly ups and downs, as if I had been riding a roller coaster, and I was exhausted all my enthusiasm.

So now, I saw someone refining medicine again, and it was a normal medicine, but no one was interested in watching. They seemed to be calming down and had to take a break before they could recover.

No one watched, less lively.

This is also a pleasure to be idle for Qi Xiang.

He watched the fire and found that the snowflakes and silver charcoal had burned for a long time, and the firepower was slightly weakened. At that moment, he was not polite and directly used the pine wood prepared by the young man.

The fire was scattered in a very neat way.

Two or three pine woods were placed on the flames and soon started to burn.

Fireworks spread, and a rosin aroma spreads.

The fire was strong and very fast.

At first glance, the young man couldn't help but speak and said anxiously: "No, no, you are in the wrong condition."

“What’s wrong?”

Qi Xiang turned around and said with interest: "Tell me, what's wrong with this heat?"

"All wrong..."

The young man locked his eyebrows and said angrily: "Do you understand... Don't you know that you need to boil it slowly on low heat to make Qingxin Pills? Because the herbs of Qingxin Pills require low heat and simmer slowly to simmer the medicinal power."

"You are like this, burning the fire hard and the martial arts fire is fierce. The medicinal power has not been simmered out, but it has destroyed the medicinal properties."

The young man shook his head and criticized: "A furnace of elixir and more than a dozen medicinal materials are one link after another, complementing each other. If you destroy one of the links, it is equivalent to a chain. If one of them breaks, it will be impossible to form again!"

"Hey, it's not bad."

Qi Xiang seemed a little surprised: "You are not entirely a waste... Under the influence of your eyes, you have learned a little more or less skill..."

"...You are the waste!"

The young man was so angry that his face turned blue, but his knuckles were white. He was already trying to restrain himself and resisted the urge to sway his fist.

"If you don't listen to good people, you will suffer a loss before you."

"Reckless man, a rough man, even if he understands some pharmacology, he still cannot change the nature of a warrior..."

Seeing Qi Xiang, he still had no intention of adjusting the temperature. The young man burst into his heart with anger, causing his chest to fluctuate and curse silently. You know, this is the medicinal herb he carefully prepared, and he was so uncomfortable that he was ruined by Qi Xiang...

I can't beat it, but I dare not scold it, and I feel frustrated.

The young man blocked his neck and eyes in one breath, and wanted to vomit blood but couldn't, so he was so stuffy.

Qi Xiang is too lazy to understand what a young man feels, and he has no time to care about it.

At this time, he seemed to feel that the fire was still not strong enough, and two more pine trees were added.

Five or six pine trees are stacked together to form a gap.

In this gap, oxygen seeps into it, which will help burn. Therefore, in a moment, the heat of the fire at least doubled. The golden flame, like a snake's letter, quickly burns the wall of the fire.

Thermal conduction, and the water in the furnace also boils.

The gurgling sound reached the young man's ears, and his face collapsed: "It's too late, it's over."

If the heat is wrong, how can it be used as a medicine?

In a pot of medicinal soup, the fusion rate is definitely below 30%, which is unforgivable.

The young man looked at Qi Xiang angrily. If his eyes could kill people, he wished he could cut Qi Xiang into pieces.

At the same time, Jun Bufu was a little expectant and whispered: "Master, the water is boiling."

"Yeah, I got it."
Chapter completed!