Wilderness is not stiff

The dusk was sinking, and there were faint flocks of birds flying by in the sky.Back in the cave, the eyes of the two of them were darkened, and they picked up the flames among the grass and ashes again, added dry wood, and the bonfire faintly lit up.

After dinner, Shuang Bai threw a thumb-sized glass ball, letting the little beast Benlei flop around, while he sat in the corner, set up a small bonfire again, and sorted the medicinal materials he found.

Suddenly there was a piercing scratching sound of "Qi Qi—Qi Qi—" next to his ear, and the little beast Benlei chirped excitedly. Shuang Bai turned his head, and the cub was flopping around beside the man, while Yao Cheng held the knife sharpening. Shi, bowed his head, seriously sharpened the scimitar in his hand.

"What happened to the knife?"

The opponent didn't raise his head, and his subordinates kept moving: "It's okay, let's grind it out."

He also said: "There are messy stones inlaid on the back of the knife, which affect the luck and resistance. I plan to find someone to remove it after returning to the city and polish it again... Otherwise, I will find two useful gems to inlay..."

"Oh." Shuang Bai replied indifferently, he took off the leaves of the rhinoceros grass, looked up at the silhouette of the man in the dark, and thought of the fate of the weapon he refined for the first time, he didn't know what to do. It was bad, but he was a little bit emotional, after a pause, he picked up the herbs again, there were more important things waiting for him.

Slowly processing the medicinal materials at hand, the Forgotten Decoction will be ready before leaving the day after tomorrow at the latest. At that time... Shuang Bai stared blankly at Yao Cheng's thin and slanting figure on the rock wall, feeling a little dazed.

Should he forget everything about that night, or simply forget about himself?

He lowered his head, and couldn't help recalling the whole process of their acquaintance. When they first met in the Misty Forest team, the words told him by the other party were still in his ears:

"Hey, don't go any further, the river is much deeper than it looks."

Thinking about it this way, Yaocheng is not bad, if one ignores the grievances between his father and his mentor, and Liu Yu's admiration for him...

The two of them get along quite comfortably, unlike him and Liu Yu Fu Guang, there is no need to play around and be clever, just like the two are in a dark cave now, doing their own things, saying nothing, and not interfering with each other , but there is still a sense of leisure and ease, no need to worry about anything, no need to think about anything...

If there were no events of that night... Shuang Bai tried his best not to recall, but occasionally there would still be memory fragments that suddenly lit up in his sleepy brain, and he gradually felt that things were not like the other party casually carrying his drunk self back to sleep It's so simple, before that, they seem to have talked a lot, although the impression is vague...

Maybe I said something that misunderstood the other party.

Shuang Bai turned his head to look at that person, saw his shaky black hair, looked at his tall and tall figure, after all, he didn't dare to ask him, but suddenly thought for no reason, maybe he didn't know each other at all. is the best...

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Carefully disposed of the remaining medicinal materials, the tail of the firefly was carefully cut off from the glowing insect carcass, and the tough and deep shell of the empty tortoise was also divided into countless small pieces at the bottom of his hand. Later, he used a box to pack the little blue In the past, Yao Cheng helped him crush the magic heart stone into powder, while he took out a small crucible, washed it clean, and put it firmly on the campfire.

"Boiling medicine?" The man suddenly poked his head out beside him and glanced at him. The cute grass note that Shuangbai translated had already been spread out on the ground. He took the medicine box full of stone powder and subconsciously avoided it. He met the man's eyes and nodded silently.

According to the amount recorded in the Moe Grass Notebook, the herb worth nearly a hundred gold prepared by Shuang Bai can make a small pot of soup, and there is still a little leftover.About five times of use can be divided. Although there are a few herbs found in the forest, there are barely enough other herbs. Fearing that something might go wrong, Shuang Bai took out a small amount of herbs and wiped it. After swabbing and confirming that it was roughly correct, the medicinal materials were put into the crucible in order and slowly stirred.

Generally speaking, high-level medicines such as Forgotten Potion are not something that a junior alchemist like him can casually refine, but the special feature of the Forgotten Potion in the Mengcao Notebook lies in the state of the final product besides its efficacy. up.

Brewing soup is generally not the main job of pharmacists. This kind of medicine is not easy to store. Just throwing the medicinal materials into the pot and boiling it will greatly limit the efficacy of the medicine, resulting in a lot of waste. In addition, the heating process If it is in contact with the air for too long, it is easy to produce new impurities. It is usually not the first choice of pharmacists. The more advanced the medicine, the harder it is for the decoction to appear.

But fortunately, there is almost no difficulty in making the decoction. Find out the ingredients of the medicine, master the heat, put the medicine ingredients into it one by one, mix and stir, if this still fails, it is best not to be a pharmacist.

Therefore, decoction is often defined as the primary form of medicine, which is only higher than raw medicinal materials; further upwards, medicinal powder, pills, medicinal pills, and even elixir in an ideal state, the difficulty of refining increases step by step.

The test for pharmacists is the purification, extraction and mixing of medicinal ingredients. The higher the level of drug form, the greater the utilization rate of medicinal materials, the less impurities it contains, and the less "drug poison". "Pharmaceutical", under imaginary perfect technical conditions, does not affect the life of plants, directly draws specific active ingredients from living plants, and under zero pollution conditions, through the most suitable combination, does not produce any new impurities. Mixed into the ultimate perfect medicine - for a specific disease, one dose is effective and has no side effects. Under such circumstances, it is meaningless to discuss the physical form of the elixir...

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And the Forgotten Decoction is not directly throwing the medicinal materials into the pot and cooking it, which is obviously much more cumbersome.Shuang Bai first mixed and boiled a specific combination of medicinal materials in proportion to obtain all 37 kinds of first-level extracts, for which he specially prepared a large number of labeled test tubes; then, further processed the first-level extracts to obtain Mix the extracts of the second level, the third level and the fourth level... and finally get the twelfth level of forgetting decoction.

The operation of each step is very simple, but when these extremely simple operations are superimposed together, it becomes a very difficult project!There are a lot of test tubes and bottles in front of me. If you don’t pay attention, you will remember them wrongly and confuse them, so that all previous efforts will be wasted. It is a huge challenge to memory and concentration. If the color of each extract is not recorded in the cute grass note, Shuangbai really didn't dare to brew it in the wild casually.

After most of the school year's mob master's devil-like squeeze training, Shuang Bai is no longer a kid who just entered the academy. When dealing with drugs, he instinctively maintained his calm and quietly adjusted himself to the best state.Now, he is carefully stirring the liquid medicine, trying to synchronize his breathing with the stirring speed, calm his mind, and ensure that he will not be distracted or make mistakes during the operation.

The medicine liquid in front of me is gradually diluted from a sticky thick black piece at the beginning, and finally becomes clear and pure. The color also gradually changes from gray and black to red, from red to blue, and then from blue to green. Haunting in the dark cave.

There was silence all around, and Shuangbai stared at the dancing flames in front of him and the slowly rotating liquid medicine, flipping the small leaflet of sprouting grass on the ground with one hand, watching the medicine prescription getting thinner and thinner.

"Didn't sleep?" Yaocheng's hoarse and deep voice sounded behind him. He was startled, and then he felt a little numb in his shoulders. The temperature dropped suddenly at some point, and he didn't notice it before. He was so frightened by Yaocheng, so he couldn't help rubbing Cold nose, shivering, shaking hands, when he looked at the cauldron again, he felt his eyes were sore, and the phantoms were swaying. If he continued, he would make a mistake, he thought, took off his glasses, rubbed his nose, and slowly Stop moving.

"Sleeping." When he turned around, Yaocheng had already fallen asleep again, and there was a night owl crying in the sky. He looked at the sleeping young man next to him, smiled, packed up the utensils, and covered the small fire in front of him. Then he lay down carefully in the blanket by the fire, tucked into the blanket, closed his eyes contentedly, feeling the coolness behind his back for a while, turned over, and felt a fiery body squeezed over and hugged For a moment, Shuang Bai held down the man's hand, not wanting to smell the reassuring faint herbal fragrance on his arm, and realized that the other party hadn't picked his clothes randomly, so he simply stopped struggling, bowed his back, and was surrounded by the man Falling into a deep dream...

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Before dawn, Shuangbai heard the sound of rain, suddenly opened his eyes in the dark, threw away the warm arms in his arms, got up, added more firewood to the fire, and rekindled a small bonfire in the corner. The crucible was set back in the middle of the night, and the medicinal liquid was gently oscillating in the young man's hand again. The fragrance of the medicine rose from the light red medicinal liquid, and tubes of treated extracts were poured into it one by one, spreading slowly...

The little Benlei beast shook its ears, got up excitedly, and moved close to its master, wanting to jump into Shuangbai's arms. Shuangbai took out the bamboo leaves and put them on the ground, watching it quickly get into the pile of leaves, writhing happily, laughing. Laughing and looking at the young man not far away, the man frowned in the slight firelight, his body undulating slowly with his breathing, because he closed his eyes, he lost his usual sharpness and indifference, and instead appeared a bit innocent ...

Shuang Bai was startled, rubbed his eyes wonderingly, and continued to lower his head to mix the potion. At dawn, he nervously took out the glass tube as thick as his little finger, his eyes shone slightly, and carefully poured the last silver viscous liquid in the crucible into the medicine bottle. Five bottles were poured out, four of them were put away, and the color and luster of the liquid in his hand was carefully examined according to the small note, and the smell was smelled again. Finally, he took out the stone that was used to test the concentration of the remaining liquid—although there was nothing wrong with it. However, watching the liquid dripping between the stones, the stones instantly changed color, and the young man couldn't help but feel happy.

The thick soup had been bubbling in the iron pot for a long time, and the warm aroma slowly washed away the faint medicinal fragrance in the cave.

When the rain stopped, Yaocheng sat silently by the fire and cooked food. Half of his face was framed between the firelight and the morning light, looking abrupt and simple, while the other half of his face was hidden in the darkness, a bit gloomy, his eyes drooped slightly, The eyes showing a little silver looked extremely indifferent, Shuangbai watched the light slowly outline the figure of the man in the dimness, and felt a little sentimental when thinking of all the things before.

It's better to forget each other, don't remember each other, and don't know each other. He stubbornly decided for no reason, and after the person took the forgetting potion and worked hard to repay the kindness of saving his life, he would also erase the past.

Better pass as strangers who pass by.His footsteps sounded, and the man looked up.

"You're awake." Shuang Bai smiled, the man arched his back, gave him a blank look, and nodded.

The author has something to say: Well, instead of editing the essay, I went to the mirror and lost my heart. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .