"Since this is a temporary test, why not let the pharmacists work on their own to make their own best medicine!" Wang Jiu suddenly said.
When Wang Jiu said this, several elders nodded.
Huang Ah Shi frowned and said in a deep voice: "There are so many medicines in the world, and everyone can make them at will, so what are the criteria for judging them?"
Some people thought it made sense and kept nodding.
"The judging criteria are very simple. Isn't this the most powerful medicine that can bring the dead back to life? Whoever's medicine can bring the dead back to life will be ranked first!" Wang Jiu said.
Everyone was stunned, how could there be a medicine to bring the dead back to life in this world?
Huang Ah Shi frowned and said in a deep voice: "Wang Jiu, don't confuse the public with your lies. Where in the world is there any medicine that can bring the dead back to life?"
Wang Jiu said: "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't do it!"
Huang Ah Shi couldn't help but turn pale.
Zhou Jingtian looked at the Iron Masked King: "Can you agree?"
The Iron Masked King nodded lightly.
"Since the Iron Masked King has agreed, let's follow Wang Jiu's proposal!" The great elder said suddenly.
Huang Ah Shi looked at the Great Elder with cold eyes, as if he did not expect that the Great Elder who had always listened to his words would suddenly turn against him.
When the elders saw the elder's agreement, they all nodded.
It's already very dark today, so I'll try again tomorrow.
Everyone will disperse.
Zhou Jingtian sat next to the Iron Mask King and had no intention of leaving.
Song Tuanyuan didn't bother him and left with Dashan.
On the way back, Song Tuanyuan asked Dashan: "What has your young master been busy with these two days? Why has he never seen anyone?"
Dashan quickly said: "I don't know either, who dares to ask about the young master!"
Song Tuanyuan frowned.
At this moment, the huge stage suddenly disappeared, leaving only Zhou Jingtian and the Iron Masked King.
Zhou Jingtian looked at it, kicked his hands into his sleeves, and shrank his body, looking completely different from his previous elegant appearance.
"Does this scene seem very familiar to you? It's like the people who came to the Qing Dynasty more than 20 years ago and suddenly disappeared." Zhou Jingtian glanced at the Iron Masked King and asked.
The Iron Masked King did not speak, because he wore a black iron mask and could not see the expression on his face clearly.
"Someone wants to meet you!" Zhou Jingtian continued, "There is a Jianghu man named Ye Po who asked me to introduce him. He said he has something important to do and wants to see you."
The Iron Masked King stood up with cold eyes, ignored Zhou Jingtian at all, and left directly.
Zhou Jingtian sighed quietly and whispered: "When will you be willing to be yourself?"
The Iron Masked King continued to walk, ignoring Zhou Jingtian at all.
"Have you ever thought about what you would do if your son appeared in front of you?" Zhou Jingtian suddenly said.
The Iron Masked King suddenly stopped, turned around quietly, his eyes seemed to come from hell, waiting for Zhou Jingtian, "What do you want to do?"
Zhou Jingtian sighed: "I'm just reminding you, after so many years, do you really plan to stay like this for the rest of your life?"
The Iron Mask King's eyes were cold and dark: "What happened in the past has nothing to do with me. Now I am just an ordinary person who wants to hide his identity for the rest of his life!"
"Really? If that's the case, why do you want to form the Iron Mask Army?" Zhou Jingtian curled his lips coldly.
The Iron Masked King said in a deep voice: "It has nothing to do with you!"
The Iron Masked King seemed unwilling to say anything more to Zhou Jingtian and turned around to leave.
Zhou Jingtian sighed.
Zhou Jingtian went up halfway up the mountain and met the masked young man.
"He doesn't see you!" Zhou Jingtian said in a deep voice. He looked at the young man's eyes and said, "You look like a kid I know!"
The young man smiled: "Really?"
Zhou Jingtian smiled, turned and left.
After Zhou Jingtian left, the masked young man put on the black scarf on his face and turned out to be Ji Changan.
A figure walked out of the darkness, it was Shen Lin.
"Young Master, the Iron Masked King has always refused to see you!" Shen Lin said, "Young Master has worked so hard to disguise his identity, but it's no use!"
Ji Changan frowned.
"Young Master, are you so sure that the Iron Masked King is the master?" Shen Lin asked again.
Ji Changan shook his head: "I'm not sure, but I feel familiar inexplicably. But I saw what happened back then with my own eyes. I really can't believe he is still alive!"
Shen Lin whispered: "Now I can only rely on my wife. If my wife wins the competition, and if the condition is that the Iron Mask King takes off his mask, maybe the young master will be able to see the Iron Mask King's true face!"
Ji Changan nodded.
When Song Tuanyuan returned to the inn, he saw a figure flashing past.
Song Tuanyuan frowned and thought carefully about the past few days. It seemed that someone had been following her.
Could it be that he is from King Cheng?
Song Tuanyuan hesitated for a moment, the final competition will be held tomorrow, and she doesn’t have the time to meddle in such things, so she should prepare well for tomorrow’s competition!”
Song Tuanyuan searched in his mind for the prescriptions he had memorized before. This medicine for resurrecting the dead...Song Tuanyuan suddenly remembered one, but because it was too troublesome to make, he did not sell it to Shopkeeper Ping of Pinghe Hall.
It’s just the Chinese medicinal materials needed for this medicine…
When Song Tuanyuan was worried, Dashan came in and said: "Madam, Director Zhou sent someone here and said that if you have any requests, you can just ask him!"
Song Tuanyuan quickly cheered up: "Invite him in quickly, I just need some medicinal materials!"
The mountains responded.
Dashan came in with a young boy.
The young servant saluted Song Tuanyuan: "Madam, if you have any orders, just tell me!"
Song Tuanyuan handed the written list to the boy: "I want these medicines. Please find them tonight!"
Song Tuanyuan wanted to see the medicinal materials as soon as possible so that she could be sure of the competition tomorrow.
The boy quickly agreed and left.
The boy went out and handed the medicine list to Zhou Jingtian.
Zhou Jingtian took a look and stroked his beard: "It seems to be Suhexiang Pills, but..."
Zhou Jingtian counted seventeen herbs, but the Styraxiang Pill he knew only required thirteen herbs.
Thinking that Song Tuanyuan might be afraid that the prescription would be leaked, he ordered the servant: "Hurry up and grab the medicine and send it to her!"
The boy responded quickly.
Zhou Jingtian thought for a while and frowned. Although Suhexiang Pill has the effect of strengthening the heart, it is far from being able to revive the dead. If Song Tuanyuan used Suhexiang Pill to compete, it would be too ordinary.
Since Wang Jiu made this request, he might have a trump card. It would be difficult for Song Tuanyuan to win.
Zhou Jingtian became a little worried about Song Tuanyuan.
An hour later, Song Tuanyuan received the medicinal materials sent by the boy.
After carefully checking that there was no problem, Song Tuanyuan went to rest and wait for the arrival of tomorrow.
There was no talking all night, and on the second day, Song Tuanyuan and Dashan arrived at the competition venue early.
Wang Jiu had been waiting for a long time, but Huang Ashi and the Iron-faced King had not yet appeared.
"I wonder what medicine Madam plans to make?" Wang Jiu stepped forward and asked.