Tianting Courier

Chapter 53
Wei Qing followed the tiger into the courtyard and came to the main room. Uncle Jian was lying on a wicker chair smoking a pipe, pretending not to know about our entry.

The tiger stood like a good baby, looked at a feather duster in the corner, grabbed it in his hand, walked over and said softly: "Uncle Jian, you don't have to show that you care about me every time you come back, but you still have to pretend to be a bitch." How do you see it?"

Uncle Jian closed his eyes and continued to smoke, humming, "I don't care!"

The tiger handed over the feather duster in his hand, and said, "Old rules, spanking my ass makes you vent your anger. But my friend is here today, can you not take off your pants?"

Uncle Jian snorted, "Miss my business!"

Wei Qing's eyes fell on a stove in the room. There was a blackened medicine pot in the stove, and some unnamed medicinal materials were scattered on a bamboo dustpan next to it. The stove was a bit burning. Wei Qing reminded him of the burnt smell, and said, "Uncle Jian, the medicine is going to burn out."

"You are an outsider who knows nothing!"

Uncle Jian stood up from the wicker chair, walked over slowly, opened the lid of the medicine jar, grabbed a handful of medicinal materials in the medicine jar, and hummed, "I'm boiling medicine, have you heard of boiling medicine?"

Wei Qing smiled slightly, muttered softly, and said, "This isn't boiling medicine, it's mixing things up."

Although Uncle Jian is a bit old, his ears are very good. He heard Wei Qing's muttering in his ears, and his expression changed immediately, and he shouted: "Boy, be careful when you speak with your tongue. When I made the ointment, you were not born yet. Well. Although I am not an authentic pharmacist, how many people outside are waiting in line to buy the ointment I brewed?"

Wei Qing just smiled, walked over, and said, "The plaster you made out of such a fool can only deceive the ignorant ordinary people outside. In my eyes, it is rubbish!"

Uncle Jian was furious immediately, pointed at the door with trembling fingers, and shouted, "Get out!"

"Hehe, for Huzi's sake, Uncle Jian, let me teach you how to make medicine." Wei Qing walked over, picked up two firewood for the stove, and broke one of them lightly, and said, "This is winter." It is easy to break." Then he picked up another firewood and said, "This firewood should be firewood in spring, and it should be more resilient. You don't know if the firewood in spring, summer, autumn and winter will burn well if you boil medicine." Is it the same, just throwing everything in with a grunt?"

As soon as the expert spoke, he knew whether there was something, and the anger on Uncle Jian's face dissipated immediately, but he still said calmly: "Continue talking."

Wei Qing said: "To really boil medicine, it is very important to control the heat. I don't know what kind of medicine is boiled in your medicine pot, so I don't know which kind of firewood is more suitable. This is not the most important thing. Yes, the most important thing is that you boil the medicine, that is, you simply add medicinal materials into it, and when it boils into a sticky liquid, you can use it to make ointment? How effective can this kind of ointment made by rough labor be?"

Uncle Jian took a breath, his tone was more polite, and he asked, "Then how do you think we should endure it?"

Wei Qing smiled and said: "Slow work leads to careful work. If you really want to make a good ointment, boil the medicinal materials once and then filter out the essence, the medicinal materials should be thrown away and cannot be used again. Although this cycle will waste a lot of medicinal materials , you, but the effect of the ointment you made is much stronger than before, and it is so cautious to boil the medicine, you walk back and forth like this, without looking at it for more than half an hour, and you don’t even need to even out the ointment? The ointment produced in this way , at least the appearance is not good, let alone the effect, and..."

Uncle Jian wiped the sweat off his face and asked, "What else?"

Wei Qing asked: "Are you sure you want me to continue, the words may be a bit harsh."

Uncle Jian nodded and urged, "Speak."

Although Wei Qing is also a half-hearted alchemist and hasn't really refined ointment so far, Wei Qing is very familiar with Yaolao's handouts about immortal skin, jade skin and Peiyuan pill, so he can take out any ingredients and he will be able to use them. It is enough to make Uncle Jian, an unorthodox alchemist, astonished by heaven, after all, Yao Lao is an alchemist from heaven!
Wei Qing said a lot in a crackling manner, and he was not polite, saying that Uncle Jian's face was flushed with shame at the end, but he couldn't hide his excitement!

"Okay, that's all. I'm thirsty. I'll go outside and find some water to drink."

Wei Qing stopped talking dryly, and Uncle Jian immediately walked outside, brought a pot of tea in himself, poured Wei Qing a cup, and said with a smile: "Little brother, come, taste Taste the tea from our Sanxian Mountain, the water is from the underground spring of Sanxian Mountain, and the tea leaves are also tender tea leaves from deep mountains, drink it, and continue nagging me."

Wei Qing gulped down a large cup of tea, shook his head and said, "Uncle Jian, it's not that I don't want to chat with you, but that I still have something to do when I come to Sanxian Mountain?"

Uncle Jian asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Wei Qing laughed and said, "Uncle Jian may really be able to help you with this matter. I heard that there are three-color mandalas in Sanxian Mountain, do you know?"

Uncle Jian's face changed slightly, and he said, "Who the hell are you?"

Wei Qing smiled and said, "Who do you think I am, can't you see it? I need a three-color mandala for medicine!"

Uncle Jian sighed: "You are late, a young man also found me two days ago, gave me a elixir, and I showed him a bright way. This three-color mandala has only been opened for ten years. One flower, count the days, this month is the day it will be mined."

Wei Qing frowned and said, "Could it be that there is only one tricolor mandala in the entire Sanxian Mountain?"

Uncle Jian nodded and said: "It seems that you don't know enough about the three-color mandala. The three-color mandala is a poisonous flower, and a leaf is very poisonous. Even if you touch the petals lightly with your fingers, you will be poisoned. And the fragrance it emits, anyone who smells it, as well as birds and creatures, will die within three days! Before the Datura blooms, the jungle vegetation around it is more lush than any other place. To hide its growth, when it blooms, all the surrounding plants will slowly wither and become its blooming sacrificial objects!"

Wei Qing was secretly surprised, and said with some disappointment: "But I really need a three-color mandala flower."

Uncle Jian shook his head and said: "Wei Qing, I advise you to give up. Once the mandala blooms, it will be bare all around, but surrounded by a kind of three-color snake guarding it. This snake is also extremely poisonous. I am young. When I was young, I saw such a scene from a distance. Thousands of three-color snakes guarded the mandala, and my feet were soft when I saw it. It is difficult to find a three-color snake in the entire Sanxian Mountain on weekdays, but the three-color mandala But Tuo Luo can attract so many poisonous snakes to guard it, the way of it is mysterious."

Wei Qing asked, "Can you show me the pill that the young man gave you?"

(End of this chapter)