With nothing to do, Cimin found a pot from somewhere and started tinkering in the yard.
Xu Tong went over to take a look, and saw that Ci Min kept taking out all kinds of messy things and boiling them in the pot, stirring them while cooking, and from time to time he would grab a handful of white mouse Wulingzhi and throw it in.
That scene... made Xu Tong suddenly feel that this guy had the potential to play a witch.
Until the soup in the pot becomes thick, take out the medicinal residue, throw in a jar of honey, and after another complicated operation, finally make black medicinal balls.
"Here you go, while it's hot."
Ci Min threw the pill to Xu Tong like a treasure. Xu Tong threw it into the prop book and took a look. Oops, the effect of this thing was shown in the exhibition, and it was not even a bit stronger than the potions at the exhibition.
[Ling Roux Blood Revitalizing Pill]
Producer: (anonymous)
Although the medicine has been crudely refined through more than ten processes, although the workmanship is a bit rough, it does not affect the efficacy of the medicine.
After use, it can quickly heal your own wounds, stop bleeding and reduce swelling, and lasts for forty minutes.
(Invalid for fractures and disability)
Obtain special effect bonus: warm air nourishes energy, blood energy is like a furnace
Duration 12 hours.
During this period, the user's recovery power is increased by three times, and their physical strength and energy are temporarily increased by two times.
(You can only take one pill every twelve hours. It is useless to take more. Women are not allowed to take it during their menstrual period!)
Obtain special effect bonus: blood is as strong as a furnace
It lasts for 3 hours. During this period, the eater's physical body will be full of blood and vitality, and he will be 40% immune to all kinds of magic damage.
"nice one!"
At this time, Gao Zhuo also came out of the room and took a look. He immediately beamed with joy and his eyes gleamed when he looked at Ci Min. They said that alchemists are the most expensive among players, but they are also the most profitable industry.
It's not fake at all.
With such an inconspicuous little pill, it is not a problem to sell a script worth 800 points even if it is thrown into the exhibition. At the critical moment, it is a miracle drug that can save lives.
"Niu 13, brother."
Gao Zhuo gave Ci Min a thumbs up.
Ci Min smiled innocently on his face: "No, no, the main reason is that Wulingzhi is too rare. I just neutralized the medicinal properties of Wulingzhi."
Speaking of this, a glimmer of greed flashed imperceptibly in Cimin's eyes. What is Wulingzhi? Isn't it just the excrement of that mouse?
In reality, rat droppings are not hard to find, but not all rat droppings are called Wulingzhi.
It's a pity that this mouse is still in the master's sleeve, and I don't have the ability to take this thing as my own, otherwise I will be ruined.
As Ci Min spoke, he removed the iron pot from the fire, replaced it with the prepared teapot, and began to roll the pills.
The number is not large, there are only twenty-one in total, and three people share seven pieces, which is just right for each person.
Speaking of which, Ci Min got seven [Ling Roux Blood-Revitalizing Pills], took them back and sold them, and he could make a lot of money, which was definitely less than completing tasks in a normal script space.
But if he hides himself and secretly refines a pot without sharing it with Xu Tong and Gao Zhuo, they may not know about it.
Xu Tong looked at the medicine bottle handed to him, his brows moved slightly, and then he looked at Ci Min with an unusually friendly look.
At this time, the master outside the door came back, holding the big cloth bag that contained the three-eyed gun last time. He opened it and saw that there were several dark iron rods inside. Xu Tong picked it up and weighed it. The weight made him feel
Press hands.
But this iron rod is neither long nor short, only about one meter, but as thick as a thumb. How can it be so heavy?
Take another look at the iron rod. One end is pointed and the other is rounded, and the middle is covered with rhombus-shaped iron scales, which look like dragon scales.
"Master, where did you get this?"
Xu Tong held the iron rod. He was not curious about what the master wanted this thing for. He was just curious about where the master got it from. It was obviously newly made. There were at least seven in this pack.
It can be done much faster than an ordinary blacksmith.
The master squinted his eyes and took the tea handed to him by Ci Min without haste. He took a sip and tasted it in his mouth. He thought it tasted pretty good, so he drank it cleanly in one sip. He wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "There is a blacksmith in the south of the city.
The owner of the blacksmith shop is Wu Youchang. He was once the apprentice of the royal craftsman in the palace, so I asked him to do it for me."
Gao Zhuo walked out of the room, picked up one and put it in his hand to examine it carefully. He was not a half-hearted monk like Xu Tong. He had been exposed to the influence of his parents since he was a child, and he had studied a lot of strange arts and metaphysics.
He recognized the function of this thing at a glance: "Old man, you are preparing to set a boundary."
The so-called setting up stakes to demarcate boundaries, for ordinary people, means drawing boundaries, such as stone monuments on the edge of the land, laying stake foundations before building houses, etc. For strangers, setting up stakes to demarcate boundaries is not simply demarcation of territory.
This involves Feng Shui metaphysics, and it’s not something you can just insert a few iron rods into.
Of course, it is not as profound as the advanced formations arranged in the TV series.
To put it simply and bluntly, you can use these iron nails to temporarily change the Feng Shui aura around you. For example, this place is obviously a deserted place, but if you are a Feng Shui expert, you can use a few iron nails to temporarily change the Feng Shui magnetic field here.
Thinking of this, Gao Zhuo looked at Master Xue Gui with even more admiration. He could guess what Master was going to do, but guessing it did not mean that he could do it. In fact, among the strangers in the world, there were many people who knew Feng Shui.
, it can be understood that this is an elective course.
This is the same as most people who practice martial arts know some medical skills.
But there are only a handful of real Feng Shui masters, and even fewer dare to play this trick.
What's more, Beimang Mountain is a place where there is no darkness in the world. I don't know how many dead people have been buried in the past thousands of years. To put it bluntly, this is a super mass grave. You can't tell who's ancestors you dig up with a hoe.
.
Most Feng Shui masters would not dare to take action in a place like this. If you are not careful, you will end up dead without a burial place.
Since the master dares to do this, it means that the master's attainments in Feng Shui are probably extraordinary.
"Then we will insert these iron rods today??"
Xu Tong listened for a long time and finally understood. In the final analysis, it was just a stick.
"Need not."
The master shook his sleeves, and saw the white mouse crawling out of the master's sleeves. The master threw a map to him, and then threw him a pack of soy sauce beef. The mouse held the sauce beef and gnawed it until it was fragrant. Say nothing.
After finishing two kilograms of soy sauce beef in one go, he shook his slender beard, turned around, picked up his backpack from the ground, and disappeared in front of them.
“Can it still be used like this??”
Xu Tong looked at the white mouse that disappeared without a trace. This was not much more fun than the idiot Wraith.
Just as he was thinking about it, the master looked at him as if he had seen through Xu Tong's little thoughts: "Last time I asked you to make a spiritual tablet, how long do you plan to put it off until?"
Oops, when Xu Tong heard this, he first looked at the master. The master had indeed mentioned this, but he had forgotten it.
But why did he suddenly remember this matter at noon? When he looked at each other and saw the master looking at him with squinted eyes, Xu Tong immediately slapped his head: "Oh, how could you have completely forgotten this matter?"
Already."
After saying that, he quickly stood up and said, "I'll go right away."
Gao Zhuo originally wanted to pester his master and ask how his old man left Yipo in the cave, but Xu Tong grabbed his arm and said, "Let's go, come with me."
After saying that, regardless of whether Gao Zhuole was happy or not, he pulled him out.
As soon as the two people left, Ci Min raised his head and was still wondering whether he should follow out or stay here, when he suddenly heard the master's voice: "I smelled the aroma of medicine as soon as I came in, are you refining medicine?
"
After hearing the master's question, Ci Min nodded quickly, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for the master.
Master Xue Gui opened his eyes, with a somewhat tired look on his face: "Hey, I'm old. I move a lot and feel uncomfortable all over. I have some medicine here, please help me mix it."
"Okay!" Cimin nodded readily and agreed without thinking.
On the other side, Xu Tong and Gao Zhuo wandered down the mountain. As they walked on the road, Gao Zhuo couldn't help complaining: "It's noon for you to go find a carpenter to make spiritual tablets? It's not appropriate."
"If there's anything inappropriate, just treat it like wandering around. By the way, let your beggar brothers ask around. I've always felt uneasy in my heart recently. I always feel that something is wrong. Qianju and the others are...
The sky is too honest, there is no movement at all??”
With Qianju's urine, Xu Tong didn't believe that they could really wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival.
"Okay, I'm going to do it now. It's really time to inquire."
When Gao Zhuo thought about it, he was right. It happened that he also needed to go back to the beggar's den to take a look. He hoped that some old brothers from the beggar gang were still there.
Speaking of which, the Beggar Clan was completely over since the last time they beat the old gang leader and the group of people who turned a blind eye and sought death in the hands of the Master.
Isn't it the end of the world? From the gang leader to several elders and the Dharma Protector, no one came out of the Shangqing Palace alive.
Although Gao Zhuo regretted that his reputation and efforts in the Beggar Clan were in vain, he thought it was not a bad thing.
After all, today's beggars have become more and more bastards and have no bottom line, and the previous rules are no longer there.
He committed deception, abduction, smashing, and robbery, but now that he was ruined by Master, it was actually a good thing that benefited all people.
Although the Beggar Gang was destroyed, the beggars did not disperse in one fell swoop. After all, they finally responded to the call and walked to City L. How could they go back without waiting for some time to ask for some money? With Gao Zhuo's reputation in the Beggar Gang, he asked them to help find out the news.
Not difficult.
So after making an agreement with Xu Tong to go back together in the evening, he turned around and squeezed into the crowd and gradually disappeared into the crowd.
After Gao Zhuo left, Xu Tong stood in the crowd, raised his head, seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes gradually became serious...
When I looked up, I saw two signboards standing in front of me, one was a noodle shop and the other was a braised dish.
Occasionally, passers-by passed by him and vaguely heard Xu Tong whispering to himself: "Damn it, should I eat the noodles first or the stew first?"