Ye Chao thought for a moment and finally spoke. He said, "Song Yizhi, are you sure the materials you grabbed are okay? Don't you want to weigh them?"
Generally speaking, alchemists don't use it, but doctors do, and so do incense masters who prepare incense.
The most important thing in preparing incense is the amount of spices. The amount of each spice is different, and the finished product will be different.
In short, a slight difference makes a huge difference.
"I know it well." Song Yizhi took out a branch and mixed the powder in the container evenly, then held up the container and handed it over.
Ye Chao lowered his head and sniffed slightly.
"It doesn't look like it." Ye Chao looked up at Song Yizhi and said truthfully, "That scent is very fragrant, but this one is very light."
Ye Chao couldn't help but suspect that Song Yizhi was really not fooling around.
Seeing Ye Chao's suspicious look, Song Yizhi glanced at him and said, "I haven't burned any incense yet."
With that said, Song Yizhi took out an incense burner.
When the smoke slowly rose, the fragrance came out, and Ye Chao's complexion changed.
It's that smell!
But this smell is stronger than what I smelled last night!
As the incense burns, the house is filled with a fragrant aroma.
Ye Chao has always been accompanied by spiritual plants and elixirs, and the efficacy of incense has little impact on him, so he calmly evaluates the efficacy of incense.
Song Yizhi stood aside with his arms folded, looking thoughtfully at Ye Chao who was analyzing the incense carefully.
I haven't mixed incense for a long time, and my hands are raw.
Thinking back to that time... forget it, a hero doesn't mention his bravery back then, and besides, it's not something worth remembering.
Ye Chao put out the incense after he was able to distinguish it, but the remaining fragrance in the room was still too strong.
The two of them walked out of the alchemy room at the same time to get some fresh air.
Ye Chao looked at Song Yizhi's calmness and said, "Can you make incense?"
It is impossible for Song Yizhi to know the recipe for incense, and she should be very precise about the dosage of spices. This can only be done by someone who weighs the dosage all year round.
To sum up, Song Yizhi can definitely mix perfume, she should be a perfume master.
Song Yizhi definitely couldn't admit it. She said, "Not really, I just know a little bit."
Ye Chao looked at Song Yizhi and didn't know whether he should ask.
She has more than a passing grasp of dosage.
"I know what you want to ask. It's nothing more than my control over the dosage." Song Yizhi said.
Ye Chao nodded.
Song Yizhi raised his hands and said, "I have been cooking for so many years. To me, adding seasonings to cooking is the same as mixing spices."
Ye Chao always felt that Song Yizhi was deceiving him, but when he thought about it carefully, it did make sense.
"I'm not fooling you." Song Yizhi made a dust-removing trick for himself and continued, "For example, for pickled fish, I need to prepare the marinade in advance and round it off. The ingredients and flavoring are almost the same."
Ye Chao: "..."
What she said makes sense, but every line is like a mountain!
However, this can also explain her precise control of dosage. As for perfume..., it can only be said that she is extremely talented.
"I just identified it. It's poison." Ye Chao said, "Not only can it make people confused and confused, but it can also make people confused and confused. Over time, it will make the monks irritable and violent, and their blood and energy will surge and eventually explode. The body died."
Song Yizhi frowned.
Ye Chao's mood was also a little heavy. He frowned and said, "This is a kind of chronic drug. It won't be a problem at first, but as time goes by, it will become addictive. Once you become addicted, you can't quit. As for what will happen after you become addicted, I dare not speculate. , I need someone to test the medicine.”
Song Yizhi said, "Catch a few people who are addicted?"
Only by letting Ye Chao know the condition of people who are deeply poisoned can he prescribe the right medicine.
"It's feasible." Ye Chao nodded.
Song Yizhi raised his hand and patted his chest and said, "Leave this matter to me."
Ye Chao nodded, "Hua Niang, you should also recover."
Song Yizhi nodded and went to the alchemy room.
Making wine is a very tedious task, and by the time she finished it, it was already dark.
Song Yizhi sealed several wine jars and raised his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead, "It should be fermented for a few days."
Ye Chao nodded.
Song Yizhi rested in the yard for a while and then left.
Haishi.
As soon as the door of the Ecstasy Cave opened, countless people rushed to squeeze in.
Song Yizhi, who was behind the crowd, was choosing his target.
After a while, she selected several targets.
Song Yizhi squeezed through the crowd, and then left a mark on the target candidate.
Song Yizhi was one of the last people to go down to the underground flower building. She followed the maid through the long corridor, and as soon as she arrived at the entrance of the lobby, she saw countless indescribable scenes.
"Tsk." Song Yizhi's eyes and brows showed a hint of disgust. She raised her hand to the tip of her nose and said to the maid arrogantly like a young lady, "Take me to the private room."
The maid responded and took Song Yizhi to the second floor.
When she reached the door of a private room, the maid opened the door, and Song Yizhi dropped her request and walked straight in.
After a while, Ziwei dressed in purple came. She knocked on the door and got Song Yizhi's permission to come in.
Song Yizhi was not surprised when she saw Ziwei. She raised her hand and motioned for Ziwei to sit down and talk.
Ziwei sat down gracefully and said softly, "Girl, you came early today."
Song Yizhi responded, then raised his hands to support his face, and said with a hint of distress, "I'm going to the Weapon Refining Masters Conference in two days..."
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After chatting with Ziwei for more than an hour, Song Yizhi walked out of the Xunhuan Pavilion drunk.
After leaving the street, Song Yizhi raised his hand to support the wall to calm down the alcohol.
It's really difficult to get words out of Ziwei. If he had not drunk enough, he would have been drunk by her long ago.
Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi who was holding on to the wall, sighed inaudibly, then walked out of the darkness and walked up.
Song Yizhi, who noticed the coming person, immediately became alert. As she listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer, her somewhat confused mind took action reflexively without making any distinction.
Rong Yueyuan looked down at the short blade pressed against his critical point and stopped.
I'm quite wary.
Song Yizhi breathed a sigh of relief after seeing who it was. She lowered her hands and leaned against the wall behind her.
"Are you okay?" Rong Yueyuan stopped two steps away and did not move forward.
Song Yizhi responded, his voice a little hoarse after drinking, and he sounded a little more charming.
Looking at the stern little girl, Rong Yueyuan took a step forward, then bent down and reached out to hug her.
The sudden weightlessness made Song Yizhi subconsciously cling to Rong Yueyuan's shoulders. She glanced at the man with clear outlines, then leaned on his shoulders, squinting her eyes lazily and sleepily.
Rong Yueyuan didn't say anything, just carried Song Yizhi and walked to the inn.
After a while, Song Yizhi's lazy and charming voice sounded, "Don't worry, I won't fall into it."
After a while, the drunkenness has subsided a lot, and my mind has become clearer.
Rong Yueyuan responded, "I believe you."
But, he would still be worried.
Song Yizhi straightened up and looked at the man's angular profile, "Fifth Elder, don't you dislike the smell?"
The smell of alcohol mixed with the fragrant incense was quite unpleasant, and she felt a little disgusted by it, wondering why Rong Yueyuan didn't throw her out.
戥 (the third tone of deng): the small scale used to grasp traditional Chinese medicine
(End of chapter)
