Taoist Master Wu Sheng looked at Jiang Minghao in surprise. He did not expect that this descendant of Jiang's medical school was a vitality practitioner and had reached the Qi Condensation state.
Lin Zhipeng climbed up with the help of the little Taoist priest and glared at Jiang Minghao. He never expected that this inconspicuous boy in front of him would actually reach the Qi Condensation state. He said angrily: "If I hadn't consumed my vitality by refining the medicine,
I had to teach you a lesson just now."
"Xiaojiang."
Zhou Zhongtang immediately went up to hold Jiang Minghao and shook his head at him.
Although Lin Zhipeng made the first move, this is a Taoist temple after all.
"Zhipeng, please don't be rude."
Taoist Master Wu Sheng also shouted, feeling that his beloved disciple was too impulsive. After all, it was their fault that the elixir failed.
Taoist Master Wu Sheng sighed and said to Zhou Zhongtang: "Mr. Zhou, we won't be able to refine this heart-protecting elixir for a while."
Zhou Zhongtang stopped and said with a smile: "It's okay, let's think of other ways."
"Sage, can you lend me the alchemy furnace?" Jiang Minghao suddenly said to Taoist Wu Sheng.
Zhou Zhongtang, Taoist Master Wu Sheng, and everyone were stunned and did not respond to Jiang Minghao's words.
But Lin Zhipeng glared and hummed: "Boy, can't you borrow the alchemy furnace to refine the heart-protecting elixir?"
"Just because you can't practice it doesn't mean that others can't practice it."
Regarding Lin Zhipeng's blindly arrogant and indifferent attitude, Jiang Minghao didn't need to show his face at all.
"Humph, you are just a little doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. Don't think that just because you are in the Qi Condensation realm, you think you can make medicine. Do you really think that making medicine is such a simple matter?" Lin Zhipeng snorted disdainfully. He didn't believe Jiang at all.
Minghao knows how to refine medicine.
"Xiaojiang, let's forget it. Let's think of other treatment methods for An'an. It doesn't necessarily have to be the Heart Protection Pill."
Zhou Zhongtang also felt that Jiang Minghao was exaggerating. After all, refining medicine was not a simple matter, and Jiang Minghao was not a pharmacist, let alone refining a third-grade heart-protecting pill.
"Mr. Zhou, give me some time, and while I study the third-grade refining method, I will definitely be able to refine the Heart-Protect Pill." Lin Zhipeng assured Zhou Zhongtang confidently.
"Yes, Mr. Zhou, Zhipeng has just started refining the third-grade elixir, so there will inevitably be failures. After he studies for a while, he will definitely refine the heart-protecting elixir for you." Taoist Master Wu Sheng naturally spoke for his beloved disciple.
I was a little dissatisfied with Jiang Minghao. I felt that this young man took refining medicine too easily and thought that anyone could make medicine.
"Xiao Jiang, why don't you give them some time?"
Zhou Zhongtang also saw reason and persuaded Jiang Minghao, not wanting him to offend Taoist Wu Sheng and others.
"Mr. Zhou, I would like to ask, apart from the Holy Lao, is there anyone else nearby who can refine medicine?" Jiang Minghao asked.
"Within a radius of several hundred miles, we, the Wuliang Taoist Temple, are the only ones who know how to refine medicine. If we can't do it, it's useless for you to ask anyone." Lin Zhipeng said arrogantly.
Jiang Minghao narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at this guy, the more he looked at him, the more unhappy he became, as if the earth would not rotate without him.
Zhou Zhongtang knew what Jiang Minghao wanted to say, so he pulled him and persuaded him in a low voice: "Xiao Jiang, we are not alchemists. We have no ability to point fingers at others. Just give them a period of time to study. An'an's illness will be delayed until they can
After refining the heart-protecting elixir, it won't be too late for us to treat him."
"no."
Jiang Minghao shook his head and said seriously: "An'an's heart is deteriorating day by day. We must not delay it any longer. It will become more and more serious and difficult to treat."
"Have you heard that he has found a matching heart? Then let him get a new heart." Lin Zhipeng snorted.
Jiang Minghao glared and said to him coldly: "I promised him that I would keep his heart."
"Tch, you are so capable, so don't let us refine the Heart-Protection Pill." Lin Zhipeng sneered disdainfully.
Jiang Minghao glanced at him sideways and said coldly: "From the very beginning, I never thought that I would rely on you to refine the heart-protecting elixir."
"What do you mean."
Lin Zhipeng stared, feeling that Jiang Minghao was looking down on them.
Even Taoist Priest Wu Sheng was a little unhappy and squinted his eyes: "Xiao Jiang, I know that your Jiang School of Medicine is very powerful, but you are not an alchemist after all."
"Who said I, the Jiang's School of Medicine, can't refine medicine?"
Jiang Minghao snorted coldly: "In our Jiang's Medical School, there once appeared a king of alchemy!"
"King of Medicine..."
Zhou Zhongtang was stunned, as if he had thought of something, and exclaimed: "I remember, I heard your grandfather said that Jiang Yaolin, the thirteenth generation ancestor of Jiang's Medical School, is an alchemist, right?"
"Well, Mr. Zhou is right. One of my ancestors is a seventh-grade alchemist and is known as the King of Medicine." Jiang Minghao nodded and said.
Elder Wu Shengdao raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had thought of something, and said: "It seems that there is a medicine king named Jiang, but I didn't expect that he is actually from your Jiang family medical school."
"What's there to say about old things? Is it possible that one of your ancestors is still alive today?" Lin Zhipeng expressed disdain.
"If any of my ancestors were still alive today, they would have nothing to do with you." Jiang Minghao said coldly.
"Boy, I advise you not to be too arrogant." Lin Zhipeng glared at Jiang Minghao, wanting to teach this boy a lesson.
Jiang Minghao ignored him and said to Master Wu Sheng, "Sage, I have no other request. I just want to lend you the alchemy furnace."
"this…"
Taoist Master Wu Sheng was a little hesitant. This alchemy furnace was left behind by his master. It is also the most precious treasure of the Taoist temple. How can he just borrow it?
"Xiao Jiang, are you really sure?"
Zhou Zhongtang looked at Jiang Minghao and saw that he had moved out the thirteenth generation King of Medicine of the Jiang family, and felt that there was something in this kid's belly.
"Master, lend it to him to practice."
Lin Zhipeng stared at Jiang Minghao and sneered: "I want to see how he refined the third-grade heart-protecting elixir."
Taoist Master Wu Sheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said: "Okay, but don't use too much force and destroy my alchemy furnace."
"Don't worry, Mr. Saint, your alchemy furnace is not that easy to destroy. It is a fifth-grade alchemy furnace." Seeing Taoist Master Wu Sheng agreed, Jiang Minghao said with a smile.
Taoist Master Wu Sheng looked at Jiang Minghao in surprise. He did not expect that he could see the inner world of the alchemy furnace at a glance.
Jiang Minghao no longer hesitated, walked to the alchemy furnace, and asked the two young Taoist priests to quickly clean up all the other residues in the alchemy furnace. Then he took the last bag of medicinal materials for refining the heart-protecting elixir and spread them aside.
When Ma Xiao Dongfang, Tanya and Tang An'an heard that Jiang Minghao was going to refine the heart-protecting elixir, they all ran back and stood at the door to watch curiously. Even other little Taoist priests also ran over to watch.
"Boy, it's still too late for you to regret it."
Lin Zhipeng, who had regained his breath, looked at Jiang Minghao, who was playing with the medicinal materials, and sneered: "You are not even a first-grade alchemist, but you also want to refine third-grade elixirs. You are wishful thinking." ωωw..net
"You haven't practiced it yet." Jiang Minghao chuckled.
Lin Zhipeng snorted coldly: "You really think that refining medicine is as simple as curing a small cold. You need to try and fail to make medicine before you can succeed."
Jiang Minghao placed the medicine, turned to look at him, and said with a smile, "How about we make a bet?"