"Is this how you refine medicine?!"
Pineapple and Fengsu both fell silent.
Song Lihua looked innocent: "Yes."
"Is it possible that when refining medicine, you have to pay attention to the order in which the medicinal materials are added?" Feng Su said quietly, "There are also spiritual fires, the size of which is particular."
Song Liuhua: ""
"Maybe I'm special?"
The pineapples and phoenix cakes were both speechless.
Sure enough, half an hour later, Song Liuhua failed to refine the medicine, and there was a bang, and a black smoke came out of the furnace.
Pineapple hesitated for a moment, frowned slightly, and said, "Madam, how about I teach you how to make medicine?"
Song Liuhua agreed happily: "Okay."
Two hours later, Pineapple and Fengsu squatted in front of a pile of black ashes, speechless.
At the beginning, only Pineapple was teaching, and the first batch failed quickly. Feng Su couldn't stand it. When refining the second furnace, she helped to accurately control every step, but the result was still a failure. The one I made was the simplest hemostasis powder, which didn’t require condensing pills. I tried four furnaces in total, but all four furnaces failed.
Song Liuhua patted the two of them on the shoulders comfortingly, "You taught me well, but I'm too weak."
Pineapple and Fengsu smiled awkwardly.
The lunch meal was almost the same as yesterday. The chef Feng Yin bought two handfuls of vegetables from several young children and prepared a meat and vegetable combination for the three of them. The pineapple took a bite of the fragrant and spicy spicy rabbit, and his eyes narrowed into crescent moons.
She secretly glanced at Song Liuhua and secretly felt pity in her heart, "If you are so good at catching rabbits, why can't you refine medicine?"
After lunch, Song Liuhua returned to the flying boat and rested for a while. When they arrived at the refining room, Fengli and Fengsu had already refined two furnaces of spirit-boosting pills.
Song Liuhua, however, no longer planned to refine the medicine. The weapons-refining materials that Feng Ci gave her a few days ago were not used up yet, so she planned to use them all.
So Fengli and Fengsu saw this scene. The lady who had been refining medicine with them in the morning went straight to the weapon refining side.
Feng Rou, Feng Liu and Feng Xuan looked sideways when they saw this.
But that doesn't mean it's over. The scene of her refining medicine in the morning is still vivid in her mind. After being taught by Fengli and Fengsu for so long, they still haven't learned how to make the simplest hemostasis powder. It seems that their qualifications are not average.
A few people just glanced at it and continued with their work. After all, too many spirit swords are damaged every day, and their task of repairing the spirit swords is too heavy, and they don't have that much time to care about other things.
Song Liuhua pursed her lips and took out the cauldron.
Putting on the Lingbi, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his snow-white wrists, and kept throwing various refining equipment into the cauldron. He controlled the high and low fires quite casually, and occasionally threw some elixirs into it during the process.
Not long after, two thumping sounds were heard from the side. Fengrou and Fengliu failed to refine their weapons. There was still no movement in Song Liuhua's cauldron.
Fengxuan opened the cauldron. Dozens of second-grade spiritual swords had been repaired. The black sword hilt was simple and thick, and the silver sword body shone with a cold white light. It looked like a black ice weapon in martial arts.
Of course, the spiritual swords in this world are much more powerful than those things. A second-level spiritual sword, in the hands of a second-level martial spirit master, can instantly split a giant tree as thick as a person. Only those beasts with rough skin and thick flesh can withstand this sharp weapon.
Song Liuhua suddenly remembered a first-class spiritual sword that her ex-fiancé had returned in exchange for it. She disliked that this thing had been used by that scumbag Xie Huaisheng, so she kept throwing it in the corner without caring about it.
She took it out from the storage bracelet and threw it directly into the cauldron. After thinking about it, she took out a third-level wind grass from the basket of elixir Feng Ci gave her in the morning and threw it in.
Fengxuan put away the spirit sword and put dozens of incomplete spirit swords into the cauldron, with a hint of ridicule on her lips.
I don’t know what the Fourth Young Master’s vision is and why he fell in love with such a woman. He failed to refine medicine and refining weapons casually. When the family leader separated him, there was nothing but hundreds of disciples who were willing to follow him.
With how powerful this woman is, no matter how many resources she has, it won't be enough to fill it.
And if she hadn't wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to get more resources and advance to a higher level, she wouldn't have followed the Fourth Young Master who was destined to have no future.
Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, the sarcasm on his lips became even more intense. No matter how arrogant this woman was, it was none of her business. She only needs to advance to the fourth-level weapon refiner level before reaching the age of eighteen, and she can enjoy the treatment of a direct descendant of the Feng family. By then, her worth will naturally double, and she will not be able to obtain any resources.
Feng Rou and Feng Liu didn't think so much. They only had mid-level qualifications. Their father and brother had always followed the Fourth Young Master. After the Fourth Young Master was separated, they naturally followed the Fourth Young Master along with their father and elder brother.
When the two of them saw Song Liuhua carelessly throwing materials into the cauldron without caring about resources, their eyes widened with envy.
The waiting time was too boring. Song Liuhua took out the table, chairs, small ant stove, spiritual fruit tea, spiritual fruit cake, ate pastries, drank tea, indulged in the storybook, and controlled the fire from time to time.
Very leisurely.
This made the four of them, Pineapple and Fengrou, jealous.
Fengxuan works even harder. She wants to be promoted to the fourth level as soon as possible so that she can marry a good husband and live such a life.
She wasn't jealous, really.
I don’t know how long it took, but the spiritual power in the cauldron gradually became peaceful.
Opening the cauldron, a palm-sized small spiritual sword lay quietly at the bottom.
Silence is her tonight.
The mini spirit sword was chubby, like a child's toy, no matter how she played with it, there was no reaction at all. The first-grade spiritual sword worth ten thousand spirit jade was turned into a toy by her.
Song Liuhua called 6 directly.
She had to go out for a walk to comfort her wounded heart.
Song Liuhua collected a bunch of things and turned around silently to go out.
The moment she went out, Feng Rou winked at Feng Liu, "Our madam is also amazing. I have only heard of mending spiritual swords into scrap metal, but never heard of mending them with shrinkage. That little thing, I My five-year-old nephew doesn’t like to play.”
Feng Liu wiped the sweat from her forehead and tapped Feng Rou's forehead, "Okay, if you have the intention to gossip about your husband, why not repair a few more spirit swords? The harvest this time is good, we will definitely get a share." Less stuff.”
"No matter what Madam, I have caught thousands of kilograms of rabbits and beasts, and now I am refining ten furnaces without anyone saying a word. If you don't work hard and go back carefully, your brother will grab your ears and scold you. idiot."
Feng Rou thought of her brother who often bullied her, murmured a few words, and continued to refine the medicine. Other brothers love and protect their sister, but her brother is the only one who is afraid of bullying her, cheats her of her snacks, and often picks her up when she makes mistakes.
Feng Rou expressed that she was tired.
Song Liuhua carried a small shovel and a small backpack, and followed a group of little kids into the forest.
"There are fungi!"
When someone saw a cluster of wild fungi, they exclaimed, and dozens of children ran away carrying baskets.
The children were chattering and their little hands were moving quickly. Soon a cluster of fungi was plucked and dispersed in a swarm.
Song Liuhua took a closer look and saw that those little brats had scraped off a layer of the ground where the fungus was growing.
No leaks to pick up.
