Chapter 21 Alchemist

Zuo Feng placed the short blade in his hand in front of his eyes and carefully examined it in the moonlight. The short blade was pitch black, with a slight arc on the blade. It was slightly wider and thicker than an ordinary dagger, and there was a serrated barb on the back of the blade.

The handle of the short blade was also finely crafted, with thread-like indentations carved on it, and a finger-ring-like ring at the end of the handle.

He stretched out two fingers and flicked the short blade lightly. The sound of "ding..." was melodious and pleasant, and sounded more like the sound of a long sword. The whole body of the short blade seemed to be made of fine steel, but it was much heavier than fine steel.

Zuo Feng looked at it for a long while. Although he felt that this short blade was extraordinary, he still couldn't tell what kind of "assassination weapon" it was.

Teng Xiaoyun didn't say anything, just waiting for Zuo Feng to finish his careful examination, and looked at him with a puzzled look. Then he smiled slightly, took the black short blade from his hand, played with it for a while, and said with a little emotion.

"This short blade is made of fine steel, rare cold iron and a variety of precious materials. If I am not mistaken, this short blade should be made by the master of refining in the prairie, 'Qiong Lan'."

Although it was the first time that Zuo Feng heard it, the name "Qiong Lan" was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Seeing that Zuo Feng was still puzzled, Teng Xiaoyun patiently explained: "The slight indentations on the handle of the short blade are carved to prevent the user from holding it unsteadily when there is sweat on his hands."

Then he pointed to the back of the knife and continued: "The serrated barbs here are to cause more serious damage after piercing into the human body. The wounds it causes are extremely difficult to heal."

The more Zuo Feng listened, the more shocked he was. He did not expect that the short blade he accidentally obtained would have so many benefits.

Teng Xiaoyun deliberately raised the dagger and quickly passed it in the air in front of Zuo Feng, and asked casually: "Did you see anything?"

"This, this dagger disappeared."

Zuo Feng stuttered to himself. Just when Teng Xiaoyun casually swung the short blade, the pitch-black dagger seemed to disappear in an instant. With Zuo Feng's extraordinary eyesight, and watching carefully from a close distance, he only saw a faint shadow passing in front of him.

Teng Xiaoyun nodded and said: "Yes, it disappeared. This pitch-black dagger is even more handy to use at night, and the slight arc of the blade is also to reduce the sound of breaking wind when chopping, so I call it an 'assassination weapon'."

Zuo Feng looked at the dagger with joy, and his fair face was slightly red due to excitement. When his eyes fell on the end, the ring that was integrated with the handle aroused Zuo Feng's interest. Asked casually.

"Then what magical function does this ring have? It can't be used to tie some decorations."

Teng Xiaoyun said with some laughter: "You are really daring, kid. When have you ever seen a short blade with decorations? This is not a makeup knife used by women."

After hesitating for a while, Teng Xiaoyun looked up at the sky and said: "We have time anyway, so let me teach you how to use this short blade. I don't think I have taught you anything for a long time. I will teach you all the uses of this knife. With your understanding, you can understand it in a few hours."

After saying that, Teng Xiaoyun did not wait for Zuo Feng to speak, and began to use the short blade in his hand. Zuo Feng was still a little confused about Teng Xiaoyun's last words, but when he saw the master began to demonstrate, he immediately focused his mind and watched.

Teng Xiaoyun began to stay still and waved the short blade in his hand, but then he began to move. It was difficult to see the dagger in the dark, so Teng Xiaoyun tried to move very slowly.

His movements were based on being agile, small, light, and clever, which was very different from the big and open martial arts that Zuo Feng had seen before. This short blade seemed to be integrated with Teng Xiaoyun's arm when he used it, as if it had become a part of his hand. Every chop, cut, pick, and stab seemed to have a deep meaning in it.

Suddenly, Teng Xiaoyun's thumb buckled into the ring at the handle, and the short blade suddenly changed from forehand to backhand, and the moves also changed accordingly, from the initial agility to a set of dangerous, strange, tricky, strange, and changeable moves. At this time, the short blade seemed to have become an extension of Teng Xiaoyun's arm, which was both weird and changeable and arbitrary.

After watching carefully, Zuo Feng couldn't help but sighed. It turned out that this ring had such a wonderful use. Not only the thumb, but also the other index finger, ring finger, and even the little finger could make the short blade have more changes.

In this way, one big and one small, in this dark forest, one patiently taught, and the other studied seriously. After only two hours, Zuo Feng was already able to use the short blade like a real one.

"Master, you seem to have put a lot of effort into this dagger before. Could it be that you..."

Teng Xiaoyun waved his hand to stop Zuo Feng from continuing, looked up at the sky and said, "It's almost time. There are still a lot of things to do in the village. Let's practice here first."

Although Zuo Feng was a little helpless, he had to nod in agreement. Zuo Feng casually took the scabbard made of animal skin from the gray-clothed man's leg, and also fixed the short blade on his calf like that man. After putting the warehouse manager down, it really couldn't be seen at all.

It was late at night again when I returned home, but the difference was that there was no one in the yard tonight. Looking at the bench in the corner where he had sat when he had a long talk with Shen Die last night, Zuo Feng was stunned for a long time, and then he sighed and returned to his room.

Still waking up to his father's stern voice in the morning, Zuo Feng sat up reluctantly. He returned home at midnight last night, and like a child who got a beloved toy, he repeatedly played with the dagger he had just obtained. As a result, he fell asleep with the dagger in his arms almost before dawn.

Lamenting that his life was miserable, he hadn't been getting enough sleep lately, but remembering that there were still many things to do today, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and crawl out of bed.

"Is the matter resolved?"

Hearing Chen Die's voice, Zuo Feng turned around and smiled, nodded and said, "Well, it's settled for the time being."

Shen Die Bingxue was smart and had already guessed some clues from her expression and demeanor, but Zuo Feng still refused to tell her about the village's current crisis.

‘Let her enjoy this comfortable family life for a few more days. ’ With this thought in his mind, Zuo Feng went straight out and turned his back to Chen Die, casually raising his arms and waving twice in the air.

Staring deeply at Zuo Feng's slim and handsome back, Chen Die said to himself leisurely: "Why do you have to fight everything alone? You still have family, you still have..."

Zuo Feng didn't hear this. He was heading straight to Master's wife's medicine house in a hurry. He has not forgotten the two books on medicine that he received yesterday, as well as some medicine packages that he is going to give to his wife.

"Feng'er, you rarely come to my medicine house recently. Your master said you have two books for me. Bring them and let me have a look first."

Zuo Feng smiled slightly, took out the two books and a dozen medicine bags, and placed them on the table carelessly. Then he didn't dare to disturb her, and stood respectfully waiting for his wife to check.

"Teacher, is there something wrong with this book?"

After a while, Zuo Feng hurriedly asked when he saw his wife, Zhuang Yu, putting down the book with a slight frown on her face.

"Feng'er, why are you still standing here? Come and sit down quickly. I have told you so many times that you can just call me Aunt Zhuang. You don't need to be so reserved."

Zuo Feng touched his nose awkwardly and whispered: "Aunt Zhuang."

Looking at Zhuang Yu's elegant and dust-free temperament, Zuo Feng felt a kind of admiration in his heart. Over the years, Zhuang Yu has saved countless lives, and many people who seemed destined to die were miraculously saved by her.

Zhuang Yu nodded with a smile and said to Zuo Feng, "Do you know what these two books are?"

Zuo Feng replied with some confusion: "One is about pharmaceutical techniques and the other is about pharmaceutical experience. Isn't it written on them?"

Shaking his head, Zhuang Yu said again: "Maybe there is something wrong with the way I asked. What I want to ask is, do you know what medicine is?"

This time, Zuo Feng was even more confused. He stared at Zhuang Yu across from him with wide eyes and said, "Aunt Zhuang, didn't I learn pharmaceutical techniques from you for a year?"

Zhuang Yu frowned slightly, shook his head slightly at first, then nodded slightly, and explained when Zuo Feng looked confused.

"Actually, what you and I learned was elementary dispensing skills."

"Medicine preparation?"

"Yes, although there is a word difference, there is an essential difference between the two."

After a slight pause, Zhuang Yu continued with a slightly sad expression.

"In fact, there are some necessary conditions for making medicine, which is to use spiritual energy to control the heat in the process of making medicine, and at the same time, use your own spiritual energy to nurture it, so that it can finally become such a medicinal powder."

Zuo Feng paused in his heart and already understood what Aunt Zhuang meant. He knew that this master's wife had been unable to practice physical training due to her physical limitations since she was a child, so she naturally could not form spiritual power in her body. But a new problem came again, but before he could speak, Zhuang Yu continued.

"Apothecaries are actually divided into different levels. The medicine powder prepared in a certain proportion by grinding, steaming, etc. as I did before can only be regarded as the level of pharmacist apprentice. These medicine powders are finally made into medicine powder through the cultivation of spiritual power, so The pharmacist is called a junior pharmacist."

Listening to Zhuang Yu's story, a new door slowly opened in front of Zuo Feng, and he finally learned about a profession on the mainland, the pharmacist.

"With the division of medicine refining levels, there are also intermediate pharmacists, senior medicine refiners, medicine masters, medicine saints. The medicines they can prepare also range from medicine liquids, ointments, pills, medicine elixirs, etc., ranging from low to high. High form.”

Zuo Feng almost held his breath after listening to Zhuang Yu's statement. After she finished speaking, Zuo Feng took a long breath and said with some excitement.

"Master's wife, can I become a pharmacist?"

Zhuang Yu glared at her and said: "It is extremely difficult to become a pharmacist. Not only does it require a detailed understanding of medicines, but also a deep understanding of various medicinal properties. And most importantly, it requires a lot of money to back it up. "

Knowing that she had just called her "Master's Wife" due to excitement, she quickly changed her words.

"Aunt Zhuang, why do you need a lot of money to become a pharmacist?"

Zhuang Yu glanced at him and said casually: "If you want to become a junior alchemist, don't even think about it if you don't have 1,800 gold coins."

Zuo Feng shouted with a look of astonishment: "Thousand and eight hundred, return the gold coins!"