Yi Ning held a branch and wrote and drew on the soil.
[Roots of alfalfa: broad umbrella-shaped crown with lower branches, small leaves with leathery texture...]
[Panax notoginseng rhizome: long obovate-elliptical leaflets, hairless or sparsely pubescent...]
[Mugwort leaves: The leaves are covered with gray-white pubescence, and have white glandular spots and small pits...]
He Bo looked at the pattern Yi Ning drew on the ground and the small characters that matched the pattern, and asked carefully: "Do you want me to collect these plants?"
"Yes, I passed by this place before and remember that there are these in the nearby mountains."
"Okay, I'll go right away!"
Although He Bo didn't understand, he immediately agreed.
He has lived here for hundreds of years and is very familiar with the nearby mountains and rivers. Before setting off, he already has several target areas in mind.
"etc."
Yi Ning called to He Bo and continued, "Find a turtle shell that has been around for a long time. I can use it."
After confirming that there was nothing else, He Bo disappeared in a flash.
After He Bo left, Yi Ning was not idle. He looked at the words he wrote on the ground and rehearsed.
The things he just ordered were just preparations for making one thing, which was the golden sore medicine recorded in the Compendium of Materia Medica.
Just now, he found that he was in over his head.
Influenced by fairy novels, Yi Ning thought that people who cultivated immortals were too otherworldly, and preconceived ideas based on their own concepts.
I believe that the monk's treatment should be like that in the novel. He must take spiritual objects from heaven and earth, absorb the essence of spiritual power, and then recover instantly under the influence of the spiritual objects.
But they ignore that immortal cultivators also use their mortal bodies as their foundation and become stronger step by step.
So can you?
What about treating immortal cultivators as a drug-resistant enhanced version of mortals?
For example, when poisoning Nie Lang, the effect of Tripterygium wilfordii will still exist after increasing the dose.
This idea instantly opened up Yi Ning's mind.
To deal with the enhanced version of mortals, just use the enhanced version of potion.
For example, the spiritual herbs in this world are definitely more effective than ordinary herbs, but he is in a hurry and does not have time to find spiritual herbs for him.
But Yi Ning has another plan, which is to directly enhance the efficacy of Fancao.
The key to fortification is not to increase the dose, but to increase the quality.
So, an idea was generated in Yi Ning's mind. Although he didn't dare to confirm it, after repeated calculations, it was feasible and he had to try it.
Time passes.
The buffalo in the pit became sluggish again because there was no external force to pour it into it. It lay down in the pit and exhaled more air than inhaled it.
Yi Ning observed the opponent's condition meticulously, ready to take off the cloth in his hand and bleed it at any time.
"Senior, I've brought the things!" He Bo's figure appeared next to him, holding a package in his hand.
After Yi Ning thanked him, he took the package and quickly opened it.
Inside the package, there were roots of two plants, a bunch of green leaves, and an old turtle shell still stuck to the soil. It was dug out of an unknown mountain.
It is the traditional Chinese medicine of Jiangxiang, Panax notoginseng, moxa leaf and dragon bone.
In fact, the formula of the golden sore medicine is not these, but due to the restrictions in winter conditions, Yi Ning had to use other anti-serum-type traditional Chinese medicine instead.
When everything was ready, Yi Ning started to take action.
According to the traditional method of making plasters, the herbs need to be boiled and then concentrated through repeated filtration.
But there was no time now, so he used the most wasteful method of medicinal materials.
——Crush out the essence!
Yi Ning threw all the ingredients into the pot and ordered: "Please He Bo cast a spell to crush them and then squeeze them into one piece."
"Ah?!" He Bo, who was already confused, became even more confused after hearing this.
Is this alchemy? But what about the alchemy furnace? And this is just ordinary grass.
Alchemy in his understanding,
They all put the spiritual grass into the alchemy furnace, and then use the fire spiritual power to continuously burn it. After the spiritual power in the spiritual grass is forced out, the spiritual power is blended into the medicine stone. When needed, the medicine stone can be stimulated to be used.
The spiritual grass without spiritual power is of no use at all and has always been thrown away as garbage.
"Do it!"
Yi Ning saw He Bo stunned and hurriedly urged him.
"Oh, okay!" He Bo reacted and didn't dare to think too much. He used his magic power and began to knead and squeeze the grass in the pot.
How long can Fancao last under the power of magic? In an instant, a black and smelly Chinese medicine paste filled the stone pot.
"call."
Yi Ning looked at the paste in the pot and took a deep breath.
Next, it’s time to verify your conjecture.
He unwrapped the gauze on his palm. At this time, the wound had stopped bleeding under the influence of mugwort ash.
Yi Ning took out the knife and wiped it again. Blood flowed out immediately, and the fragrance that spread in all directions was released again.
He Bo was the closest and felt the deepest feeling. He swallowed hard. Is this the essence and blood of the monks in the upper five realms? So tempting! Even just smelling it, He Bo felt that his consciousness was a little more active.
In front of the huge pit, Yi Ning's attention was focused on the wound. He stretched out his bloody palm, and blood dripped, but this time it was not dripping on the buffalo.
Instead, that pot of herbs.
Yi Ning's idea is very simple, although for some reason the buffalo cannot directly absorb the life force in the blood.
But the plants that sprouted on the ground before were confirmed to be able to absorb it.
Then he would directly store his vitality in the herbs!
"despair!"
When a drop of blood came into contact with the herbs in the pot, the herbs began to squirm, as if they were alive.
As the blood dripped drop by drop, the squirming herbs quickly concentrated and began to emit green light.
It seems possible!
Yi Ning looked at the changes in the herbs with bright eyes.
In just over ten seconds, the originally full pot of paste was now only half full. Green soft light emitted from the pot, and the original odor of herbs also turned into bursts of fragrance.
"It seems like it can't be concentrated." Yi Ning noticed that the herbs no longer changed.
After adding a few more drops to confirm that it had been concentrated to the extreme, he stopped the bleeding from his wound as before.
At this time, Yi Ning did not dare to relax, as success did not necessarily mean success.
There is still one last step left, to test the medicine.
He picked up the big pot and placed it in front of the pit, then put his hand into the stone pot. The herbs felt refreshing when he put them into his hands.
"Huh?" Yi Ning let out a joyful surprise.
He quickly took his hand out, spread it out, and looked at his palm with bright eyes.
I saw that the palm that was still bleeding just now was now white and tender. Not only was there no scar, but even the previous calluses had disappeared!
This is the first time Yi Ning has seen this kind of therapeutic effect!
His hands began to tremble, and his calm state of mind also surged into huge waves at this moment!
This is not only the joy of saving the buffalo, but also other things.
After practicing medicine for several lifetimes, how could he not love medicine? However, his medical skills have been at a bottleneck for who knows how many years. Even if there is progress, it is not much.
And today!
On the road of Chinese medicine, there is a wider door, slowly opening for Yi Ning!
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