Tang Er didn't care about things that had no medicinal value. He motioned for her to feel free to take out a prepared spiritual plant.
"First-grade elixir to nourish the essence. This is the recipe. Let's refine it."
Hu Qing took the paper handed over by Tang Er, speechless and touched.
This basic elixir ranges from Mortal Grade 1 to Immortal Grade 9. Its basic functions are either tonic or nourishing. Why is it so easy to refine? As long as you find the right medicinal materials, you can extract them and make them into elixirs in the simplest way. As for why it can reach the level of Immortal Grade 9, it is naturally because the raw materials are more precious and the medicine is more effective.
A first-grade immortal is not uncommon in the environment of the fairy world. But Tang Er knew that she was not good at alchemy and still let her suffer. She must be too rich.
He grew a lot of good things in his plantation, right?
I will definitely buy some high-level elixirs from him in the future.
Hu Qing made a small idea in his mind. He read the elixir prescription once and remembered it, and then looked at Lingzhi.
It's fresh and tender, and has strong medicinal power.
"Are they all wild? Didn't you plant them? There are many wild spiritual plants in Canjian Mountain?"
Tang Er said: "We have only been here a few years. I will plant my seeds wherever I go. Canjian Mountain has everything except no one. It is indeed a blessed land."
Hu Qing curled his lips: "They don't even have spiritual crystal veins."
"That's not found."
Hu Qing borrowed the alchemy furnace, and Tang Er lent it to her speechlessly: "I'll make a good one for myself when I have time."
Hu Qing: "Let's make the elixir first."
I chose the yellow-green spiritual fire, which is closer to the wood spirit root in color. The spiritual fire fell lightly on the alchemy furnace, penetrated from the bottom, and the fire spread evenly. Plants are not as resistant to refining as stones, so be careful to only bake them at high temperatures and not let the flames come into direct contact.
The extraction of the concoction was smooth, the removal of impurities was also smooth, and the fusion of more than a dozen clumps of medicinal liquid was smooth. A subtle medicinal reaction occurred in the liquid clump. Hu gently and carefully used high temperature to bake the water, and his spiritual power was transformed into a layer thinner than mist. The layer wraps the medicinal liquid mass and locks the loss of medicinal power.
From a ball of water to a ball of paste, the paste was half dry, and then—bang.
She put her hands on her hips in frustration.
"I'm so angry. What's the point?"
Tang Er couldn't understand it, he looked at it, it didn't make sense.
"Come again."
"Come again."
This time Hu Qing replaced the yellow spirit fire and repeated the above steps, until it was still a semi-dry paste - bang.
"Come again, come again."
Change the spiritual fire, bang.
Change the spiritual fire, bang.
Change the spiritual fire, bang.
Finally, she spread her hands and said to Tang Er: "I'm not in a hurry, but I just won't let me eat this hot tofu."
"Hot tofu?" Tang Er frowned and looked at her.
Hu Qing oh oh: "It's a saying, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Making tofu requires slow work and careful work. If you make it too fast, the tofu won't take shape."
Tang Er didn't mean this: "You do it again, this time, stop when you have a premonition that it's going to explode." After a pause, he said, "Hu Nuan also had this situation before. It's not a pill but a paste, but the effect of the medicine is actually about the same. "
That's right, it's thick or not, sticky or not, and the color is not good-looking. Unless you really have nothing to eat, you just close your eyes and take a sip.
Tang Er thought, it's impossible to say that this skill was passed down from mother to daughter, it was a unique skill.
Hu Qing had no objection. He started another furnace and used any spiritual fire. When it merged into a semi-liquid and semi-solid form, he stopped.
At least the furnace didn't explode, and the limp "dan" didn't explode either.
There were more than twenty glutinous rice balls lying under the alchemy furnace. They looked like they would break if touched. Hu Qing did not move them, so Tang Er had to take them out himself and put them on a plate.
Hu Qing looked at the glutinous rice balls and felt that the softness and hardness were suitable for oiling them again.
Deep fried?
Somewhat exciting.
Tang Er looked around, gritted his teeth, took out a pair of chopsticks, picked up a shaky one, put it in his mouth, closed his mouth tightly and chewed, with a strange look on his face.
"How?" Hu Qing looked forward curiously.
Tang Er stretched his neck, swallowed it, and said with a bit of pain: "It tastes too bad."
It tastes bad, so why do you need to add "too"?
Hu Qing refused to accept it, she was very good at cooking. He also took out his chopsticks and put one into his mouth. It smells okay, and it's not too--unpalatable at all.
As she thought this, she squeezed her upper and lower teeth together with her tongue -
"Bah, bah, bah -" Hu Qing spit it out quickly, squeezed several water balls and rinsed his mouth before washing away the weird and indescribable taste. It was incredible, "Why does it taste so bad?"
Why is it so unpalatable? Hahaha.
Behind the curtain, everyone was laughing their heads off, except Ye Xi.
She said expressionlessly: "It's okay for Hu Qing to cook, but why--not okay for making alchemy?"
The key is that it tastes bad, and the taste is so damn familiar to her.
Cangzhi touched her nails and smiled faintly: "I'm just giving her a blessing from the witch god."
Ye Xi: I knew it, but why?
"Why? Where would she have come from without you? Shouldn't she commemorate you?"
Ye Xi felt depressed, what kind of commemoration is this? This is to expose the truth.
Cangzhi added: "If she hadn't wanted to raise a child, I would even wish her to cook in memory of you."
Ye Xi: ".What kind of blessing is this?"
Kong Kong disapproved: "Of course it's a blessing. We've given her enough, so naturally we can't let her do everything well. Then it's my turn."
She is the keeper of the laws of order and is responsible for balance. If a being is too perfect and complete, the Law of Representatives pours too much into it, which leads to weaknesses in other places. She was about to take action to settle things.
Therefore, Cangzhi’s blessing is a blessing and a life-saving blessing.
Cangzhi looked at Ye Xi and smiled, making Ye Xi's hair grow cold: "It's all your fault. And I gave her a choice. She gave up on the easy path and insisted on suffering."
Ye Xi lowered her head with a guilty conscience, and waved her hands again and again: "It's her own fate."
At this time, a faint voice sounded: "She prefers the path she chose."
Everyone looked at it.
Ye Xi was pleasantly surprised: "Mingchan, you're back. Is the fairy world okay?"
This fairy world is the fairy world outside the outer world, where they used to stay.
Cangzhi: "Che, I'll talk to you when I get back. Does he know what's going on?"
Ming Chan raised his eyebrows: "I went to the small world outside the world for a walk, didn't you see it?"
Everyone is confused, who saw it?
Mingchan: "It seems that you are very engaged in playing the new game."
Everyone immediately denied it, who played it? Who played? Is it wrong to relax after work? The dead monk is looking for trouble when he comes back. Why are you coming back?
Ming Chan smiled and said, "Just in time, I have arranged an activity for you all to experience sentient beings, come together."
Everyone: "."
The dead monk started causing trouble when he came back, why hasn't he passed away yet?
It is impossible to pass away, but he can be reincarnated for them. In less than a quarter of an hour, these idle gods were all sent to the reincarnation channel by him to experience the sufferings of the world.
He was the last one. After seeing that everything was normal in the temple, he jumped in without hesitation.
No one understands the reincarnation game of gods, just like Tang Er doesn't understand why he still has to experience the pain of a mortal running around in the reincarnation of grains when he is already an immortal.
After entering the barrier and coming out again for the eighteenth time, he pointed tremblingly at Hu Qing a hundred meters away.
"You can get out. You don't have to make elixirs anymore."
The effect of Hu Nuan's medicinal paste is accurate. But the mild medicinal paste is not poisonous but fatal.
The unreasonable damage to his stomach forced him to solve it in the most primitive way.
What a poisonous, non-poisonous thing!
