Chapter 80 Spiritual Powder

Style: Fantasy Author: solemn knightWords: 3653Update Time: 24/01/18 06:40:31
The weather was a little dull in the afternoon.

The clouds in the sky have not completely dissipated, and the sun's face is half-covered, lazily leaking a few rays of light from between the fingers.

The courtyard of the institute is not large and the layout is very compact.

The sun can only leave a small bright spot in the yard.

The two young wizards crossed this patch of light and walked deeper into the backyard.

There is a small garden there, planting some herbs and seedlings commonly used in alchemy, which belongs to Dr. Duzem's private property.

The old mulberry tree they were looking for grew in the center of that nursery.

I don’t know if it’s because of the talismans engraved on the bluestone road under my feet. It’s very quiet along the way, and there’s not even a sound of chirping insects. This quiet environment made Zheng Qing feel very comfortable.

There is a row of lush ivy in the corner of the tall wall next to the alley.

Zheng Qing was deeply impressed by this row of plants.

He remembered that when he was waiting at the door, there were many interesting little creatures hidden under the wide leaves of these vines.

Of course, even now, if he pays attention, he can always find those evasive peeping glances among the vines.

"When I get old, I also want to buy a secluded house. I will open a small garden and plant some vegetables, fruits, herbs and flowers. There will be a well and a deck chair in the yard. And plant a big locust tree. , in midsummer, lying under the locust tree, tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes me so beautiful." Zheng Qing held the porcelain plate and jade scissors, took a deep breath, and planned his retirement life wantonly: "Like those tree sperm , grass sperm, I will build a grass nest for them to prevent them from harming my garden."

Jiang Yu had a ghostly look on her face.

"You haven't been an adult for a year yet, and you're just thinking about retirement?" She couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You're thinking a little too far."

"Because I always feel that I can't adapt to this world." Zheng Qing was a little depressed: "When a large group of people on campus were watching and speculating on the cause of the kitten's death, I mentioned that the person who killed the kitten might be a wizard, and was despised by many people. Oh...ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

He suddenly realized that the kitten's owner was walking in front of him, and he felt regretful and apologized repeatedly.

But it was obvious that his words revived Jiang Yu's negative emotions.

"It doesn't matter, you are not wrong." Jiang Yu lowered his head and walked in the shadows of the buildings, his voice seemed a little depressed: "In fact, maybe you told the real cause of its death."

"But at the lake, no one supported me." Zheng Qing always felt very uncomfortable whenever he thought of everyone's eyes on him.

"That's because you can think like that about some things, but you can't say that in public." Jiang Yu turned around and forced a smile: "My tutor once discussed this kind of issue with me. If your point of view 'Politically incorrect', then even if what you say is the truth, no one will accept it."

"Human beings always like to deceive themselves." Zheng Qing sighed: "How naive."

"No, you are the one who is really naive." Jiang Yu shook his head and said softly: "If you still belong to this society, you must obey its ideas. You are not an important person, so your ideas are not important. What is important is everyone else's ideas. .”

While they were talking, the two of them had arrived at the center of the small garden in the backyard. The old mulberry tree hung its head peacefully, without a single leaf being moved by the breeze, as if it was asleep.

"It's really unreasonable!" Zheng Qing thought about Jiang Yu's last words and sounded very unconvinced.

"This is the truth - remarks based on abnormal ideas are offensive to the public."

"What kind of offense is this?" Zheng Qing laughed angrily: "You don't like it and you can't even talk about it?"

"Of course it doesn't matter if you talk about it." Jiang Yu shook her head helplessly: "But if your words come out like fluff and can be swept away by a small wind, then what's the point of saying it? The older you get, the more you say. , the more experienced you are and the more sophisticated you are in human relations, the less likely you are to say irrevocable words.”

"Fortunately, I'm still young." Zheng Qing looked at the jade scissors in his hand mockingly, and viciously clicked off a few old mulberry leaves.

"Making mistakes is a characteristic of young people, don't worry." Jiang Yu raised the porcelain plate, took the mulberry with leaves, and raised her voice to remind: "That mulberry leaf looks older... Yes, it is the branch with branches. superior."

Zheng Qing sighed, finally stopped complaining and started working quietly.

When the two young wizards returned to the study with a plate of mulberries and young leaves, the doctor was busy in front of the experimental table with his back to them.

"Bring the things here." The doctor turned his head, raised his eyelids, and looked at the two people with a bit of surprise in his tone: "Did you select enough twelve materials so quickly?"

"Doctor, your eyes..." Zheng Qing looked at the doctor behind the desk and shouted in surprise.

Dr. Duzem's empty eye sockets were once again filled with two eyeballs.

He raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows, feeling a little more popular.

The whole person looks much more real.

Although his eyes seemed a little bigger than when they first met, and his eye sockets looked a little swollen. But at least it is within the normal range.

Finally, there was no horror movie atmosphere anymore. When Zheng Qing thought of this, his mood suddenly improved.

"Are your eyes okay?" Jiang Yu looked at him worriedly: "It seems a little congested?"

"Oh, it's okay...the eyeballs have been soaked in the potion for a long time and are a little swollen." Dr. Duzem rubbed his eyes and squinted at the two young wizards: "It would be good to rest a little more at night...so I prepared the medicine. We have to work together to handle this matter as soon as possible."

Zheng Qing was shocked and nodded repeatedly.

If he could quietly learn the doctor's method of dispensing medicine, maybe his elf could last longer, he thought happily in his heart.

"Come here, I'll assign the follow-up tasks first." The doctor walked behind the desk and greeted the two young wizards.

On the desk, the thousand-year-old spirit turtle was still lying in the center like a rotten tree. At this moment, it held its neck up like a rotten tree, its nostrils opened and closed, and it stared blankly at a square of sapphire-based medicinal powder placed in front of the table.

A layer of fine red powder has been laid in the roller.

"What is this? Cinnabar?" Zheng Qing carefully rolled the red powder with a white porcelain roller and asked curiously.

"Cinnabar?" The doctor shook his head: "Whether it is cinnabar, saltpeter, alum, or stalactite, these are all tiger and wolf medicines, and your elf cannot bear them."

"This is jade powder." Jiang Yu dug out a little with an ear pick, lightly twisted it on his fingertips, and affirmed: "And it's ripe jade."

The doctor nodded approvingly, then turned his head, stared at a pair of big soaked and swollen eyes, and ordered Zheng Qing: "Go, go to the sunshine outside the house, and continue to grind the fat jade inside, the finer the better."

Zheng Qing took the order and left with his head downcast.

He realized that Dr. Duzem was determined not to let him see the complete process of refining the medicine.

When the sun's light spots on the ground were further stretched and deformed, Jiang Yu finally walked out of the study and called Zheng Qing back into the house.

The white porcelain grinding wheel had rubbed his palms red and itchy, and the jade powder in the medicine grinder had been ground to the point of running water.

Zheng Qing rubbed his red and itchy palms and asked in a muffled voice, "Are you all ready?"

"Yes." Jiang Yu laughed softly: "According to the doctor, this kind of spiritual powder can be mixed later and does not require special refining."

In the study room.

There is a yellowish mortar on the desk.

In the bowl were some finely chopped green-black medicinal materials, a thin layer that barely covered the bottom of the bowl.

Dr. Duzem is using a brush dipped in a bowl of bright red paint to outline a complex talisman array on a wooden board. Several layers of formations of different colors have been embedded under this talisman formation.

"This is a very rare formation." Jiang Yu whispered in his ear.

Zheng Qing could understand the high-end aspects of this formation without any explanation.

Being able to nest several talisman arrays with different effects together and interact with each other requires extremely solid skills and superb talisman array skills.

Next to Dr. Duzem are four empty small bowls, and the four colors of black, white, cyan, and yellow paint originally contained in them have been used up.

After he also threw the small bowl filled with red paint on the ground, the doctor finally raised his head.

"Give me the mortar." He ordered in a low voice.

Zheng Qing quickly picked up the medicine bowl not far away and handed it to the doctor.

Dr. Duzem moved the old turtle away, then placed the wooden board covered with talismans in the center of the desk. He took the mortar from Zheng Qing's hand, placed it on the wooden board, and carefully checked the position.

"That's all the basic work." He finally stood up, his voice sounded very tired: "You can just follow my command later...it doesn't require any magic power, it's very simple."

Zheng Qing nodded vigorously.

"Miss Jiang is responsible for the juice squeezed from the old mulberry leaves." The doctor glanced at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu nodded quietly.

"Why is it only green?" Zheng Qing looked at the green leaf juice and wondered: "Where are those mulberries? They should be given some color."

"It was eaten by it." Jiang Yu whispered, quietly pointing to the red-purple stain on the corner of the thousand-year-old turtle's mouth on the desk: "I just learned that the only juice squeezed out of the mulberry leaves is actually used as medicine."

The spirit turtle seemed to hear the whispers of the two people, raised his head proudly, and curled his lips.

The doctor pondered for a moment, looked at Zheng Qing, and ordered: "As for you, wait until you see the smoke and throw in the jade powder. Don't hesitate."

Zheng Qing continued to nod obediently.

"Finally, remember what you have to do." The doctor turned to look at the old turtle again.

The spirit turtle tilted its neck and raised the corners of its mouth in disdain.

The doctor took a deep breath, looked up at the sunlight outside the window, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.

A convex mirror appeared out of thin air above the mortar.

"Fire in the air." He murmured, and the sunlight quickly focused along the lens. In the blink of an eye, the fine medicinal materials at the bottom of the bowl were ignited, hissing and bursting into flames.

The fire spread and became fierce with the wind, and the fine herbs turned into a pile of fine ash in an instant.

A wisp of blue-white smoke rose up.

"Stones are like water." The doctor suddenly raised his head and looked at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qingfu reached into his heart and waved his hand to raise the jade grinder. The jade powder in the grinder turned into a stream of red light and fell towards the milk bowl, gathering back the rising wisp of green smoke.

"Mu produces gold." Dr. Duzem seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief and looked up at the witch on the side.

Jiang Yu raised the cup in her hand and poured the juice squeezed from the mulberry leaves into the mortar.

One drop.

Two drops.

Three drops.

The green juice fell into the bowl and stuck together with the smoke-filled fine ash. In the blink of an eye, it faded away and turned into a pile of jelly-like things.

"Medicine is like smoke." A smile appeared on Dr. Duzem's face, and he tapped the turtle shell on the table.

The turtle sighed and leaned over the jelly, opening its mouth.

After a while, a trace of crystal-clear silk thread dripped from the corner of its mouth and landed on the jelly.

The final medicine is the saliva of a thousand-year-old turtle.

Like boiling water falling on an ice cube, the piece of jelly melted with saliva, turning into an almost transparent and light mist in an instant.

"The five qi flow, and the void generates smoke." Jiang Yu clenched his fists and groaned feebly: "Is this what a senior alchemist calls a 'simple blending'? This kind of ingenious and unworkable refining technique is enough for us. I have been studying for many years.”

Zheng Qing looked at the green cloud spinning in mid-air in confusion and shrugged.

He didn't realize how ingenious the doctor's method of dispensing medicine was.

But he immediately became happy again.

Anyway, the elves finally wake up.