Chapter 700 Don't Read It, You Can't Learn
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Mao Zhi Sheng Xi
Chapter 700 Don't Read It, You Can't Learn
These words made the expressions of the two old men look at Zhang Mengyu completely different.
The plant that became extinct 1200 years ago, he actually planted it in his own medicine yard?how can that be?
You know, this kind of plant grows in extremely hot places, such as volcanic craters. Could it be that Zhang Menglong still lives in craters?
"It's impossible. Where did you find it? The last time there was a record, it was in the Song Dynasty. It was found by a herb picker in a crypt. It is impossible to plant it artificially!"
"Then you are ignorant and ignorant!" Zhang Mengyu said, "Our family has hired some supernatural beings to directly use the high temperature generated by supernatural powers to warm these plants. Isn't it possible to plant them?"
"That's okay too?"
We all know that Zhang Mengyu is rich, so you already have enough money to hire supernatural beings to do this kind of thing for you?
"It's more than that," Zhang Mengyu said, "My family's superhumans can also help me burn hot springs, build ski resorts, do greening, artificial rainfall, etc."
"Since when are the current supernatural beings so unscrupulous?" the master Bai said to himself, will the supernatural beings be short of money?
But his shock was not over yet, Zhang Menglong was still taking out medicine one by one from the delivery box.
In fact, Zhang Mengyu didn't know what he needed, so he asked people to prepare one or two plants that might be used.
It's just that these things that are very common to him are almost legendary things in the eyes of others, and they are even so rare that they have never heard of them.
"Okay, the medicinal power of these things should be enough," Zhang Mengyu returned the prescription to the two masters, "You all study hard, and you can learn as much as you can."
"Do you know how to refine medicine?" The two masters were stunned. Isn't this kind of thing usually said to their students? When was it the turn of a young man in his twenties to say it to them.
"Hazy, do you still know this?"
"Is it strange?" Zhang Mengyu said, "Do you think the pill I gave you last time was stolen?"
"You made it yourself?"
"Otherwise?" Zhang Mengxiao said with a smile, "But what I'm learning is not refining medicine, but alchemy!"
"Alchemy!?!"
The expressions of the two masters became more subtle, saying that the pharmacist actually flattered them, they just got some superficial pharmacist inheritance, they are not real pharmacists at all, at most they are slightly more advanced than doctors.
As for alchemists, in that distant era, they were superior to pharmacists. The biggest difference between alchemists and pharmacists is whether they can refine medicines into pills. of.
Although medicinal powder and liquid medicine can extract the essence of the medicine, they can't bring out its maximum effect, and at most it only has [-]-[-]% of the medicinal effect.
But pills are something in legends, even in Chinese legends, only gods can refine them.
If there are still people who know how to refine medicine in this era, as for alchemy, it has been completely extinct hundreds of years ago!
"Little brother, do you know how to make alchemy?" The attitude, tone and address of the two old men towards Zhang Mengyu changed dramatically.
"This is a must-have skill in our family," Zhang Mengyu said, "My parents used rattan to let me learn it since I was a child. If I don't know how to make alchemy, I won't be allowed to eat!"
"Misty, are you sure?" Qin Feng asked worriedly.
"When you ask me this question, it's like asking me what is one plus two. It's an insult to my IQ."
"Then I'll help you prepare what you want!" Zhang Mengyu's words immediately ignited Qin Feng's hope.
"Alchemy still needs some props. Strictly speaking, I need a medicine cauldron." Zhang Mengyu added, "It's not the kind of incense burner that is used in sacrifices today to worship Buddha alive."
"This..." Qin Feng showed a bitter expression. This alchemy technique has been lost for so long, let alone the medicine cauldron. Where can he find it?
"Forget it, I knew you didn't have it, and I didn't expect you to have it," Zhang Mengyu rolled his eyes.
"Wait, we have this!" The two masters hurriedly said, "In Long Xia's warehouse, there is a medicine tripod exported from an ancient tomb. It should be crafted three to four thousand years ago. I wonder if it will work?"
"Yes!" Zhang Mengyu nodded, "But it will take too long for you to come and go, I'd better get materials locally!"
Zhang Menglong wandered around the yard.
"What kind of place is this?" Zhang Mengyu pointed to a smoking place.
"That's the kitchen. There's only an earthen stove. The old man came from that bar era. He's not used to rice cookers and pressure cookers, so he kept these things." Qin Feng explained.
"Go, go there and have a look!"
A group of people directly followed Zhang Menglong into the old kitchen. This is a very simple stove with only a dark pot on top and wood underneath. Even in the countryside, such things are already rare. .
"Okay, just use this instead!"
"You want to use this pot to make alchemy?" The world views of the two masters were about to be subverted.
According to the ancient books, the conditions for alchemy are very harsh, not to mention what kind of abilities this person needs to have, medicinal materials, alchemy furnace, high-quality flames are all indispensable!
Among these things, the alchemy furnace is particularly important, which involves whether the flame can be even, which affects whether the elixir can be refined.
What the hell are you telling me now that you are going to make alchemy with a pot, what do you want those ancient alchemists to do?
"The current situation can only make do with it," Zhang Menglong walked to the stove, and a group of purple flames burned blazingly under the stove.
"Zhang Menglong is indeed a superhuman!"
The people on the side of Mr. Zhou and Mr. Qin had suspected this for a long time, and it was finally confirmed today.
"The temperature of this flame." These two old people are masters in the mythical realm, and they can feel the terrifying temperature contained in this flame.
With their strength, they can also condense flames, but at most three to five degrees, which is about the same temperature as wood burning.
As for Zhang Menglong's purple fire, I'm afraid it's several thousand degrees at least, such a temperature, even warriors in the Tianyuan realm can't condense it!
"How many secrets does he have?" Qin Feng stared blankly at Zhang Mengyu, "This kid is really hiding everything."
"I now wonder if he was deliberately kidnapped by those people in South Africa." Mr. Zhou said quietly, "I heard that the headquarters of the supernatural alliance in the United States seems to have become a ruin, and I am afraid it is the masterpiece of this brat. .”
"Zhang Mengyu put the medicinal materials into the pot, and the medicinal materials were immediately decomposed and condensed under high temperature, turning into a few drops of incomparably rich medicinal liquid."
"I heard that some very powerful alchemists in the legend can use fire as a furnace, and they don't need an alchemy furnace at all. Could it be that he has reached this level?"
"Don't talk, watch carefully, this is a good learning opportunity for us!"
"Don't look, you guys won't be able to learn it!" Zhang Menglong was distracted while chatting with them while making alchemy.
This is the alchemy technique of Yao Chen, the Venerable Yao. If they can see it at a glance, what a fart it is!
Drops of the medicinal liquid began to fuse under the high temperature, and the originally mottled smell began to emit a fragrance. Even ordinary people like Qin Feng could feel the magic of this drop of medicinal liquid.
A few minutes later, a bright red pill was slowly spinning in the pot.
"This is the end?" Zhang Mengyu started to touch Dan, and it took less than 5 minutes!
Why don't you cook an egg so fast!Will you give people the illusion that they can make alchemy with their hands?
"Mr. Zhang, is this all right?" The two masters looked at him in disbelief.
"Otherwise? Isn't this something at the elementary school level? Will it take a few more hours?"
(End of this chapter)
These words made the expressions of the two old men look at Zhang Mengyu completely different.
The plant that became extinct 1200 years ago, he actually planted it in his own medicine yard?how can that be?
You know, this kind of plant grows in extremely hot places, such as volcanic craters. Could it be that Zhang Menglong still lives in craters?
"It's impossible. Where did you find it? The last time there was a record, it was in the Song Dynasty. It was found by a herb picker in a crypt. It is impossible to plant it artificially!"
"Then you are ignorant and ignorant!" Zhang Mengyu said, "Our family has hired some supernatural beings to directly use the high temperature generated by supernatural powers to warm these plants. Isn't it possible to plant them?"
"That's okay too?"
We all know that Zhang Mengyu is rich, so you already have enough money to hire supernatural beings to do this kind of thing for you?
"It's more than that," Zhang Mengyu said, "My family's superhumans can also help me burn hot springs, build ski resorts, do greening, artificial rainfall, etc."
"Since when are the current supernatural beings so unscrupulous?" the master Bai said to himself, will the supernatural beings be short of money?
But his shock was not over yet, Zhang Menglong was still taking out medicine one by one from the delivery box.
In fact, Zhang Mengyu didn't know what he needed, so he asked people to prepare one or two plants that might be used.
It's just that these things that are very common to him are almost legendary things in the eyes of others, and they are even so rare that they have never heard of them.
"Okay, the medicinal power of these things should be enough," Zhang Mengyu returned the prescription to the two masters, "You all study hard, and you can learn as much as you can."
"Do you know how to refine medicine?" The two masters were stunned. Isn't this kind of thing usually said to their students? When was it the turn of a young man in his twenties to say it to them.
"Hazy, do you still know this?"
"Is it strange?" Zhang Mengyu said, "Do you think the pill I gave you last time was stolen?"
"You made it yourself?"
"Otherwise?" Zhang Mengxiao said with a smile, "But what I'm learning is not refining medicine, but alchemy!"
"Alchemy!?!"
The expressions of the two masters became more subtle, saying that the pharmacist actually flattered them, they just got some superficial pharmacist inheritance, they are not real pharmacists at all, at most they are slightly more advanced than doctors.
As for alchemists, in that distant era, they were superior to pharmacists. The biggest difference between alchemists and pharmacists is whether they can refine medicines into pills. of.
Although medicinal powder and liquid medicine can extract the essence of the medicine, they can't bring out its maximum effect, and at most it only has [-]-[-]% of the medicinal effect.
But pills are something in legends, even in Chinese legends, only gods can refine them.
If there are still people who know how to refine medicine in this era, as for alchemy, it has been completely extinct hundreds of years ago!
"Little brother, do you know how to make alchemy?" The attitude, tone and address of the two old men towards Zhang Mengyu changed dramatically.
"This is a must-have skill in our family," Zhang Mengyu said, "My parents used rattan to let me learn it since I was a child. If I don't know how to make alchemy, I won't be allowed to eat!"
"Misty, are you sure?" Qin Feng asked worriedly.
"When you ask me this question, it's like asking me what is one plus two. It's an insult to my IQ."
"Then I'll help you prepare what you want!" Zhang Mengyu's words immediately ignited Qin Feng's hope.
"Alchemy still needs some props. Strictly speaking, I need a medicine cauldron." Zhang Mengyu added, "It's not the kind of incense burner that is used in sacrifices today to worship Buddha alive."
"This..." Qin Feng showed a bitter expression. This alchemy technique has been lost for so long, let alone the medicine cauldron. Where can he find it?
"Forget it, I knew you didn't have it, and I didn't expect you to have it," Zhang Mengyu rolled his eyes.
"Wait, we have this!" The two masters hurriedly said, "In Long Xia's warehouse, there is a medicine tripod exported from an ancient tomb. It should be crafted three to four thousand years ago. I wonder if it will work?"
"Yes!" Zhang Mengyu nodded, "But it will take too long for you to come and go, I'd better get materials locally!"
Zhang Menglong wandered around the yard.
"What kind of place is this?" Zhang Mengyu pointed to a smoking place.
"That's the kitchen. There's only an earthen stove. The old man came from that bar era. He's not used to rice cookers and pressure cookers, so he kept these things." Qin Feng explained.
"Go, go there and have a look!"
A group of people directly followed Zhang Menglong into the old kitchen. This is a very simple stove with only a dark pot on top and wood underneath. Even in the countryside, such things are already rare. .
"Okay, just use this instead!"
"You want to use this pot to make alchemy?" The world views of the two masters were about to be subverted.
According to the ancient books, the conditions for alchemy are very harsh, not to mention what kind of abilities this person needs to have, medicinal materials, alchemy furnace, high-quality flames are all indispensable!
Among these things, the alchemy furnace is particularly important, which involves whether the flame can be even, which affects whether the elixir can be refined.
What the hell are you telling me now that you are going to make alchemy with a pot, what do you want those ancient alchemists to do?
"The current situation can only make do with it," Zhang Menglong walked to the stove, and a group of purple flames burned blazingly under the stove.
"Zhang Menglong is indeed a superhuman!"
The people on the side of Mr. Zhou and Mr. Qin had suspected this for a long time, and it was finally confirmed today.
"The temperature of this flame." These two old people are masters in the mythical realm, and they can feel the terrifying temperature contained in this flame.
With their strength, they can also condense flames, but at most three to five degrees, which is about the same temperature as wood burning.
As for Zhang Menglong's purple fire, I'm afraid it's several thousand degrees at least, such a temperature, even warriors in the Tianyuan realm can't condense it!
"How many secrets does he have?" Qin Feng stared blankly at Zhang Mengyu, "This kid is really hiding everything."
"I now wonder if he was deliberately kidnapped by those people in South Africa." Mr. Zhou said quietly, "I heard that the headquarters of the supernatural alliance in the United States seems to have become a ruin, and I am afraid it is the masterpiece of this brat. .”
"Zhang Mengyu put the medicinal materials into the pot, and the medicinal materials were immediately decomposed and condensed under high temperature, turning into a few drops of incomparably rich medicinal liquid."
"I heard that some very powerful alchemists in the legend can use fire as a furnace, and they don't need an alchemy furnace at all. Could it be that he has reached this level?"
"Don't talk, watch carefully, this is a good learning opportunity for us!"
"Don't look, you guys won't be able to learn it!" Zhang Menglong was distracted while chatting with them while making alchemy.
This is the alchemy technique of Yao Chen, the Venerable Yao. If they can see it at a glance, what a fart it is!
Drops of the medicinal liquid began to fuse under the high temperature, and the originally mottled smell began to emit a fragrance. Even ordinary people like Qin Feng could feel the magic of this drop of medicinal liquid.
A few minutes later, a bright red pill was slowly spinning in the pot.
"This is the end?" Zhang Mengyu started to touch Dan, and it took less than 5 minutes!
Why don't you cook an egg so fast!Will you give people the illusion that they can make alchemy with their hands?
"Mr. Zhang, is this all right?" The two masters looked at him in disbelief.
"Otherwise? Isn't this something at the elementary school level? Will it take a few more hours?"
(End of this chapter)
