Chapter 104

If Fang Yue can take out another hundred year old medicine, the strength of the Fang family will be greatly restored!

After a long time, Fang Yue took out five old medicines from the stone pendant, all of which are about a hundred years old, or even one or two, which have reached the age of 120 years.

The old medicine in Fang Yue's hand is just like a little carrot head. It's very careless! Above the roots, there are also bumpy dirt.

But Fang Muqiu doesn't care about these details anymore! His eyes are almost straight!

Five hundred year old drugs.

With a slap, Fang Muqiu slapped Fang Lingxiao.

"Lingxiao, does it hurt?"

"It hurts!"

Fang Lingxiao's eyes were full of tears and his face was confused. He didn't know what he was beaten for!

"Fortunately, it's not a dream!" Fang Muqiu was overjoyed, and the whole person looked much better!

"You'll know if you're dreaming! Why hit me!" Fang Lingxiao retorted angrily.

Fang Muqiu sneered: "do you think I'm stupid? How painful it is to beat myself!"

Fang Lingxiao was speechless and squatted in a corner to draw a circle!

The five miraculous medicines were washed and cleaned, and then they were ready to be fed to the five supreme elders.

"Grandpa, if you feed me like this, it won't be very effective!"

Fang Yue said with some hesitation.

If you take it directly, it will take 10% of the medicine. If ordinary people can absorb 35% of the medicine, it will be regarded as the top day! Not everyone has an invincible appetite like Fang Yue!

"Can you refine pills?"

Fang Muqiu glanced at Fang Yue and saw it!

Alchemist! What a noble profession it is. Even in the purple moon cave, there is no alchemist.

Everyone knows that pills are effective, but not everyone can be an alchemist!

Fang Yue tangled a little, and then whispered, "this... I seem to be a little!"

The book of all souls records everything, such as arrays, alchemy, refining tools, and bestowing spirits. As long as it is a messy method unrelated to cultivation, it is all recorded!

"Ga?"

Fang Muqiu turned her head when she heard the speech and looked at Fang Yue with unthinkable eyes!

"Are you sure you can really refine pills?"

"I can try!"

Fang Yue thinks he can.

Then he cheered himself up, straightened his chest and said.

"These five hundred year old herbs are too precious. In case they are abandoned by you, it's too late to cry! Well! There are 100 kinds of medicinal materials for refining hundred straw pulp in the treasure house of the family. The Fang family has always tried to refine hundred straw pulp by themselves. Unfortunately, it has never been successful! If you can refine hundred straw pulp, I believe you can refine medicine!"

Fang Muqiu is extremely careful and cautious!

It's not that he can't trust Fang Yue, but that alchemy is a technical job, which can't be easily mastered by ordinary people!

"Good!" Fang Yue didn't say much. He ordered people to take the 100 kinds of medicinal materials for refining 100 straw pulp from the treasure house. In fact, these 100 kinds of medicinal materials are very common. Poria cocos, Angelica sinensis, Jiulong grass and Schisandra chinensis... They can be easily purchased in the medicine shop in the secular world. However, if we get together, the effects will be superimposed and complement each other, and we can finally play an incomparable magical effect.

Fire, hot pot!

Fang Yue's first step shocked everyone.

Others use tripods or stoves to refine herbs. If it's not good, you can take out a casserole!

But what do you mean by taking out an iron pot for cooking! There is mottled blood on the bottom of the pot.

This is also a little too careless! Perfunctory people don't bring such.

Fang Muqiu was the first to show a disappointed expression. Originally, he thought that Fang Yue was more reliable and could become the only alchemist in Yan country to bring the Fang family back to life, or even to a higher level. However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment! It turned out that he was a little over thinking.

Fang Lingxiao is also a little surprised, but he is not as lost as Fang Muqiu. He has seen too many miracles in his little brother! Although sometimes, the method is a little difficult to accept, the final results are all good!

Fang Yue has focused all his attention on Xiaotie. Everything outside seems to be insulated from him!

Fang Yue didn't know that there were so many rules and skills in alchemy. In a way, his knowledge of the world is almost at the level of an idiot, but in some fields, he seems to be a master!

In Fang Yue's eyes, small iron is the best vessel.

It has reached an unimaginable level since it was endowed with spirit, gave birth to wisdom and continuously evolved. Even if a Chinese cabbage is boiled and stewed in it, it can become a spirit vegetable.

Among those herbs, they contain medicinal properties. With the blessing of Xiaotie, who knows what they will become!

Fang Yue perfused his whole body and put those herbs in one by one according to the records in the all souls classic! A moment later, a strong aroma came from it.

All the hundreds of medicinal materials were boiled into a pot of porridge.

"This is nonsense!" Fang Muqiu scolded fiercely. He had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs running. Fang Muqiu had the honor to see an expert in alchemy when he traveled around the world in his youth.

There are many rules for alchemy. We need to pay attention to the fire, slow fire and martial fire, and even the order of putting medicinal materials in need of careful arrangement.

Where is Fang Yue refining medicine? It's just a stew!

The ground fire moved, leaping three feet, burning fiercely under the iron pot, with a fierce momentum!

Fang Muqiu nearby was frightened and touched the earth fire. Where is alchemy? It's obviously playing with his life! The ground fire is fierce and contaminated with a trace, and even the strong in the congenital environment will turn into ashes. Only some experienced craftsmen use earth fire when refining their wares, and they are still careful.

Earth fire, iron pot, this technique, if you can refine pills, it is the real ghost!

However, just as Fang Muqiu was reading, Fang Yue suddenly took out a spirit stone. He put the spirit stone into an iron pot and cooked it together.

This is a method of refining hundred straw pulp recorded in the all souls classic.

Fang Yue doesn't know. Why do you put a stone in this alchemy!

But he did it anyway!

After the spirit stone is put into the pot, it melts for a moment, and the rich spirit rushes into the sky!

Under the clear sky, a thunder fell from the air without warning! Before Fang Yue could react, the thunder fell into the iron pot.

"Bad! Thunder robbery!"

Fang Yue was shocked and wanted to stop it, but it was too late. Thunder represents the world's speed. Another person can't resist it.

However, when the thunder fell, it was eaten by Xiaotie. A mouth emerged and swallowed the thick and thin thunder of chopsticks. It also belched, and several wisps of white smoke came out of its mouth.

"Enough flavor! Enough strength!"

As soon as Xiaotie opened his mouth, Fang Muqiu was startled!

"Who's talking!"

Fang Muqiu showed his extremely vigilant eyes!

Not that he didn't see Xiaotie, but that he couldn't believe that an iron pot could speak!

Is this pot refined? Even thunder dare to swallow!

Fang Yue showed a helpless smile: "this is Xiao Tie, a little guy born by accident."

Fang Muqiu widened her eyes and carefully observed Xiao tie.

"What are you looking at? Your eyes are falling out! I'm a man and don't like fags!" Xiao tie was spoiled by Fang Yue. His mouth is flowing. He is a gangster in an iron pot.

Fang Yue slapped at the bottom of Xiaotie's pot: "you little bastard, how can you talk to my grandpa!"

Xiao tie was startled. He had just been used by Fang Yue as a Dan stove to refine straw pulp. He didn't notice the identity of the person he ridiculed. Finally, it understood that it was not a fag, but Fang Yue's grandfather.

"It's not you old, it's grandpa! You'll be my own grandpa in the future!" Xiao tie was concocted by Fang Yue. Even his brazenness was a virtue with Fang Yue. He was coquettish with each other in the late autumn.

As a result, Fang Yue came another potstickers: "I grass. Your uncle, this is my grandfather, not your grandfather. Who wants to call you an iron pot brother!"

Xiao Tie's wronged toot mouth, what do you call others to do!

Finally, Fang Muqiu coughed and rounded the field: "forget it, forget it, Fang Yue, what do you care about with a small iron pot? Call it whatever it likes!"

Finally, in the noise, the straw pulp in the small iron was refined.

This big pot is steaming and full of green inside. Like jade!

"It feels good. I'll have a drop first!"

Fang Yue did not give in. He pinched a drop of grass pulp and suspended it!

Fang Muqiu doesn't hope. Although he doesn't know the recipe of 100 straw pulp, he has heard that 100 straw pulp needs 100 kinds of spirit grass. The above good Dan stove alternates slow fire and martial fire nine times, and it can be boiled for 91 days to succeed.

What is Fang Yue?

Stew!

It's only been more than ten minutes. Even a pot of beef can't be boiled!

After Fang Yue took the drop of straw pulp, he immediately felt comfortable. The strength of life quickly flowed into his limbs and bones, moistened his viscera, nourished his flesh, and even healed some hidden diseases and wounds left during his previous battle.

"This is the authentic hundred straw pulp. One drop is stronger than three drops in the purple moon cave!"

Fang Yue boasted and sold himself. His comfortable posture made Fang Muqiu doubt whether it was true or false!

In such a short time, with simple and rough techniques, a pot of straw pulp is refined, which makes people feel a little incredible!

"Little brother, I'll have a drop!"

Fang Lingxiao believed in the magic of Fang Yue. On that day, if Fang Yue hadn't been powerful, he might have been in the dense forest world again!

Fang Yue's finger touched, and a drop of Baicao slurry was suspended in front of Fang Lingxiao.

This drop of straw pulp is green. It's like a jade bead!

Fang Lingxiao's mouth opened slightly and inhaled it into his stomach. The grass pulp entered his stomach, like a clear spring baptizing his whole body. Recently, he has been running around and fighting hard for days. Although under the deterrence of Tian Guangming, the senior elders of purple moon cave have been afraid to fight. But those core disciples, elite disciples and so on. They often go to Fang's house. Fang Lingxiao has to solve the problem!

During the battle, he left some injuries. Sometimes, he would face an enemy several times stronger than himself. He used some secret skills, resulting in a loss of strength in his body.

But this drop of grass pulp into his stomach, he felt that his whole person had been reborn, and the feeling of weakness was rapidly dissipated!

"Little brother, one more drop! It's amazing! Your Baicao pulp has strong vitality, which is many times stronger than the Baicao pulp in the purple moon cave!"