For a week, Ye Guilan concentrated on reciting the arrows. Maybe he was a little anxious, but he never turned his back on them once.
Yue Wuzheng can also see her eagerness. The heavy burden of pharmaceutical production is here, and she naturally hopes that she can make no mistakes.
But the more this happens, the easier it is to make mistakes.
Especially when you are mentally tense, highly nervous and eager for success, you often end up in failure.
"Wrong again."
Ye Guilan growled in annoyance and shook his head in annoyance. Every time he recited it, he always made mistakes in unexpected places.
"Xiao Guilan, the medicinal materials have been delivered."
An elder walked in from outside. When he saw Ye Guilan's haggard and irritable face, he was slightly startled. Could this child be pushing himself too hard?
"Have the medicine arrived?"
Ye Guilan quickly stood up, her body swaying slightly. Fortunately, Youyue Wuzheng helped her. He frowned slightly, but didn't say much.
"Xiao Guilan, this matter is not urgent."
The elder spoke, feeling very distressed to see his child in such a hurry. Such things were weighing on these thin shoulders, and they, the elders, felt a little ashamed.
And Xing Lieyang, the most important part of the throne spirit of the Ye family is taken care of by the younger generation of the family.
Perhaps this is a sign of the family's re-emergence. It is the strength of the younger generation that supports the Ye family to stand up again, but an extremely heavy burden also falls on these young people.
"Don't worry, even if it's true, I can't really relax." Ye Guilan spoke in a low voice, looked at the several small boxes the elder took out, and took a deep breath, "I don't want to be there when things happen.
I just said it would have been better if I had done this a long time ago."
What else did the elder want to say? Ye Guilan quickly took these small boxes and opened them to check. The Divine Soul Mixture required dozens of medicinal materials, which is why there are so many orthodox prescriptions.
All the medicinal materials are complete, but the quantities are different, some are more, some are less, and the smaller ones are only available once.
Ye Guilan only felt that a bigger mountain was pressing down. Only once, she did not have the confidence to succeed in one go.
The help of any of the four in the body can only improve the quality of the medicine, but it cannot change the success rate.
If she makes a mistake, she will fail.
"Elder, you go and do your work first."
Looking at the little delicate wife's facial features that were almost wrinkled together, Yue Wuzheng spoke in a low voice. The elder sighed softly, nodded and walked out.
Ye Guilan looked at these materials and her brain began to work rapidly. There should be some in the medicinal materials her father prepared for her...
A pair of arms gently hugged her from behind. Ye Guilan was startled. Just as he was about to say something, she was hugged up.
"Wuzheng, what are you doing?"
The young man didn't speak, he just smiled lightly, held her in his arms, and sat on the lounge chair in the yard.
Ye Guilan wanted to stand up immediately, but he was restrained in his arms with a slight force.
"You're too tight."
His hand gently caressed her back, kneading it lightly and heavily. Only then did Ye Guilan realize how stiff her body was. His strength made her moan slightly.
"If this continues, you will only make more and more mistakes."
He spoke in a low voice, his voice as pleasant as a spring, gently brushing through Ye Guilan's heart, soothing her irritable mood that she didn't even know she had.
She gradually calmed down and leaned quietly in his arms.
During this period of time, she just felt that everything she did was not going well and nothing seemed to be right.
Yue Wuzheng hugged her and gently pressed her hands on various parts of her body. The little wife in her arms gently closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep.
She was lying in his arms, with some visible dark circles under her eyes.
Yue Wuzheng felt extremely distressed. This made him rest assured that the next time he was in the family fantasy world, he would go to the fantasy god, and that would be a long period of time without being able to see him.
She was suffering so much alone outside that he couldn't leave her side at all.
In a daze, Ye Guilan felt that she was half asleep and half awake.
She smelled a very familiar smell, and her whole body relaxed completely, as if she was sinking into a soft cloud.
When she opened her eyes again, she returned to her mother's small yard.
Ye Guilan sat on the ground blankly, unable to recover.
This small courtyard was probably built by my mother to store her own spiritual energy, but she was never seen again.
The air here is as soft as clouds, and there seems to be a faint remnant of mother's breath.
Ye Guilan was lying on the ground, his dark eyes looking at the sky above that would never change, and he slowly closed his eyes.
She is a little tired, so she wants to take a little rest now, just for a while.
The gentle wind slowly blew her hair, as if someone was caressing her cheek.
When she woke up again, it was already night, and Wu Zheng still held her and sat here, patting her back gently with his hand.
Finding that she was awake, Yue Wuzheng chuckled, "Have you rested?"
Ye Guilan nodded, hugged his neck tightly with her arms, and snuggled into his arms, "I went to my mother's small yard. Although I couldn't see my mother, I showed that I had relieved all the burdens."
He listened quietly, his chin gently resting on the top of her head, "After my father-in-law attacks the Phantom God, my mother-in-law should be able to come back."
"Yeah, I don't know exactly how the spiritual seed will be resurrected, but dad should be sure of it." Ye Guilan rubbed her face in his arms, "Mother's aura is within my spiritual seed.
I will definitely protect you."
"Gui Lan, it has been several years since my father-in-law attacked the Phantom God. Are you mentally prepared? It will take longer."
Yue Wuzheng was silent for a moment, "I learned from a few old men that it took my father 23 years to attack the Phantom God."
"Twenty-three years, this should be a very short time."
"Well, Master Si, it took him 50 years of impact before he became a phantom god."
Ye Guilan smiled bitterly and shook his head, looking up from his arms, "I have been mentally prepared for a long time. I will not be anxious about this matter."
How many people are unable to enter the realm of the phantom god in their entire lives, and they are still unable to take this step despite all their efforts.
Yue Wuzheng lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently. Attacking the Phantom God was the path he and she would definitely take. For each other and for more people, they would eventually continue to move forward.
That night, Ye Guilan did not carry those arrows on her back, but slept obediently in his arms. The two slept in each other's arms, and had a good night's sleep.
The rest was only temporary, the tense nerves were relaxed, and Ye Guilan finally made some progress.
She took out all the medicinal materials and compared them. It had to be said that the collection of medicinal materials for the pharmaceutical industry was a blessing to her father.
Among the dozens of medicinal materials, Dad prepared the smallest quantity for her.
Yue Wuzheng looked at his little wife's raised lips and couldn't help but smile and said, "As expected of his father-in-law."
Ye Guilan sorted out the medicinal materials and thought about it carefully. With the current quantity of medicinal materials, she could do it five times.
Although the number of times is still pitiful, she has some error tolerance. One-time success is naturally the best. If not... there is a 20% chance, and she also has this confidence.
After reciting the arrow again, Yue Wuzheng smiled and nodded, "Very good, there is nothing wrong with it."
Ye Guilan stood there like a child who finally passed the exam, smiling with some relief.
call--
Ye Guilan reached out and picked up the medicinal materials.
"Ye Guilan, I'm here this time."
The voice of offering sacrifices to the spirits sounded, and Ye Guilan smiled softly, "Okay."