{I have a cold, I am extremely weak, and I have no energy in typing. Looking at my hard work, are you embarrassed not to vote or collect? Quickly shake your little hands...}
"Could it be that Grandpa Yang is also a pharmacist, otherwise why would there be such weird things?" Zhou Zhu muttered.
Pharmacist is also a profession on this continent. It is another special profession besides the profession of warrior. However, this profession is very cold and almost no one pays attention to it. Most people take the path of warrior.
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Compared to pharmacists and warriors, fortune tellers are another special profession. What makes it special is its mystery. The number of people in this profession is smaller than that of pharmacists.
The number of fortune tellers and the number of pharmacists are two different concepts.
The reason why there are so few pharmacists is that this profession is relatively unpopular. It requires a wealth of knowledge and a high understanding of the substance itself, especially drugs. It is also necessary to know its attributes and characteristics, as well as the various relationships between it and the things it is used for.
Each reaction requires a higher level of understanding.
No one wants to waste time on this.
Secondly, its harshness does not lie in this, but in the mental power. If the mental power is weak, it will be able to prepare low-level medicines. Only when the mental power is strong, it can prepare powerful medicines.
Therefore, for most people, being a pharmacist is a career with no future. It is not only harsh in terms of conditions, a waste of time, but also low in income. This has a lot to do with the fact that people in this continent admire power.
As for fortune tellers, they are very mysterious. They are rare animals in the Tianzhu Continent. They are very rare. It would be great to have one among 100,000 people.
Therefore, if the recruits of this batch succeed in the assessment and stand out in the town competition, they will be able to receive guidance from the commander. This is very rare and is enough to show that the country attaches great importance to this batch of recruits.
The reason why they attach great importance to it is because fortune tellers calculate the secrets of heaven.
A fortune teller not only requires strong spiritual power, but the most important thing is that he must have a natural life soul, so that he can become a fortune teller. Among them, judging the strength of a fortune teller depends on the level of the fortune master's destiny soul. Therefore, if you want to have a destiny master, you must have a life soul.
Soul, this is one thing among ten thousand.
"Grandpa Yang, you are not a pharmacist. In fact, you have strong spiritual power. Because you are avoiding hatred, you came here to avoid this pursuit on the grounds of the art of war." Zhou Zhu was whimsical, and he felt that this reason should be right.
When the old man heard Zhou Zhu's words, he was immediately furious. He had asked him to explain the art of war. Not only did he not explain what he meant by the art of war, but his words were simply unpalatable. It was truly a "shock-stunning speech."
This is not over yet. Now he is making random guesses about his identity. His thinking is simply unconstrained, which makes the old man feel dizzy.
"Boy, it seems you won't be honest if I don't teach you a lesson." The old man said bitterly.
Yang Qing thought of Zhou Zhu's words just now and was a little confused: "Where did this kid learn words like pretentious, sexy, tall, rich and handsome, and goddess? It seems that there are no such modern words in this world."
Now is not the time to think about this matter. He must punish Zhou Zhu to calm his boundless anger.
Ahhhhhh...
After screaming and wailing for a while, Zhou Zhu finally became more honest.
"I said, Grandpa Yang, you are too cruel. When this thing drips on my body, it hurts so much. It burns me to the point of death. And won't there be scars after the pain? How ugly that would be.
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"It's ugly? Can you see it?"
"By the way, Grandpa Yang, are you a pharmacist? Otherwise, why would there be such a strange liquid? If someone mistakenly thinks of this as water and drinks it, wouldn't it be terrible? It's scary to think about it.
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The old man's eyes were filled with coldness: "I am the only one in the world who has concentrated sulfuric acid. Unless I want people to drink it, no one can have it. Then no pharmacist can refine this thing at all. So, I am not
pharmacist."
What kind of logic is this? Because you are the only one who has concentrated sulfuric acid, you are not a pharmacist. Zhou Zhu doesn’t believe it.
How could he have made such a thing if he wasn't a pharmacist? It's strange that Zhou Zhu believed it.
"Grandpa Yang, what grade of pharmacist are you? What level of mental power have you reached?" Zhou Zhu asked cheekily.
Yang Qing was speechless: "I'll say it again, I'm not a pharmacist, I'm a strategist!"
There was a chill in his voice. I believe that if Zhou Zhu continued to say that he was a pharmacist, he would have to shed a layer of his skin before he died.
"Okay, I won't talk anymore. Then can you tell me what concentrated sulfuric acid is? It looks like water, but it is actually so scary."
Concentrated sulfuric acid, commonly known as bad water, has strong corrosive, dehydrating and volatile properties.
It is colorless, has a strong pungent smell, and is thick.
It can react with many metals. For example, the weapons we use will be corroded and acidified as long as they come into contact with this strong concentration of concentrated sulfuric acid.
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The old man said that he was particularly familiar with concentrated sulfuric acid.
"So that's it, but it's really powerful. It would be great if this thing was suddenly spilled during the battle." Zhou Zhu thought.
The burning pain on my back finally subsided a little, but the scene of being caught in a big net was a bit uncomfortable.
Now, Zhou Zhu has a completely new concept of understanding the old man. He must not look at him from the surface. If he does, he will die miserably.
The old man has a lot of weird things.
However, the old man didn't know that it was because of these little things of his that in the future, he would bring huge changes to the structure of the Tianshuo Continent.
Even though his combat power index reached 7, Zhou Zhu could not bear the pain of corrosion caused by concentrated sulfuric acid, as if he was burning on fire.
Things come back to the art of war.
Zhou Zhu had a bitter look on his face: "Grandpa Yang, it's not that I don't understand it, but this military book is like a heavenly book to me. I can't read the sentences in it fluently, let alone understand it."
The old man had a bad face: "Since you don't understand, you should say you don't understand. Pretending to understand is even more annoying."
In fact, Zhou Zhu really wanted to say, it's not that I'm dishonest, but that I don't want to listen to your book-like teachings anymore.
"Grandpa Yang, to be honest, there is a reason why the Art of War is not popular. It is difficult to read simply. If it can be translated into an easy-to-read language, it will be easier to understand." Zhou Zhu
said suddenly.
As soon as these words came out, the old man was like thunder striking his head, a bolt of lightning struck him, and he seemed to have thought of something.
He threw Zhou Zhu away and said for no reason: "Boy, I need to be quiet. Don't come over for a while. Come over anytime, and I will come find you!"
Zhou Zhu was stunned: "Is this the end of the matter? Shouldn't he tell me what that sentence means? This... is an anticlimax, okay?"
After returning to the dormitory, Zhou Zhu crept onto the bed.
"Since I don't have to go to the broken house these days, I'd better hurry up and practice. Only being strong is the best guarantee!"