[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

When Yang Jing heard that the other party was from a family of cultivators and was good at refining medicine, his eyes immediately showed eagerness. He remembered what Zhang Jian said about the Academy of Sciences giving up treatment, and he understood what was going on.

In the eyes of most people, cultivating immortals is simply a ridiculous existence in the eyes of most people who have crossed planets and are so advanced in technology. This shows that the Zhang family is really desperate.

The old man glanced at Yang Jing, and said without hesitation: "The military seat is too poisoned, and the previous antidote doesn't work on him. I have a Jiuzhuan Pill here, which has strong medicinal properties, and can fight poison with poison."

After Zhang Jian heard this, he was really hesitant, but since he had already been invited by the Song family, there was no reason to back down on the spot. Uncle Gao and him looked at each other. Next, because Zhang Qi is unconscious now, it took a lot of effort just to take the medicine.

Although Zhang Qi was not expected to wake up immediately after taking the medicine, several people in the room still looked over together.

Yang Jing also looked at Zhang Qi, he could see a dark gray aura spreading over him, and then entangled with his own black aura, but the black aura was too domineering and quickly swallowed up the gray aura.

Naturally, the others couldn't see this, and kept staring at Zhang Qi, expecting a miracle to happen.

Yang Jing already knew the result, so he turned his gaze elsewhere, a little absent-minded.

In the eyes of others, his expression showed no hope at all. Young Master Song couldn't stand the irony, and suddenly shouted: "What do you mean?"

Yang Jing's thoughts were somewhere else, still thinking about how to get close to the Song family, in exchange for a few prescriptions, but suddenly startled by that voice, he turned his head quickly.

Seeing him looking over, Young Master Song said aggressively: "Do you not believe in the elixir refined by our Song family? Don't be self-righteous, how great is your Academy of Sciences? Isn't it impossible to save Zhang Junzuo? Isn't the Academy of Sciences also..."

Yang Jing felt baffled, and impatiently listened to him. He waved his hands in distaste: "Dogs, who bites whom? Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep beep, beep beep, beep beep, beep beep, beep beep beep, eat too much walnut kernels and appear." Are you hallucinating?"

Young Master Song opened his eyes wide and glared at Yang Jing.

Mr. Song had actually noticed Yang Jing's attitude a long time ago. Because of Yang Jing's status, he took it for granted that he was disdainful. Said: "Looking at Young Master Yang's domineering, does it mean that the Academy of Sciences has made new progress, and there is a way to wake up the army seat?"

Yang Jing still didn't realize that it was his own attitude. He thought that Mr. Song was referring to what he said just now when he said he was domineering. He raised his head and looked straight at the radiant old man: "When did my words so It’s worth money, can it represent the Academy of Sciences? Or can what the young master say also represent the Song family?”

Mr. Song narrowed his eyes, neither admitting it nor denying it.

Yang Jing just didn't suffer, and if he was provoked, he would refute it back. He would have forgotten to get close to the Song family, but added to the situation: "Or, the old man is so sure? Nine Zhuan Pill can solve Zhang Qi's poison?"

Young Master Song's eyes flashed with anger: "Isn't the Academy of Sciences also helpless?"

Yang Jing snorted and sneered, then shrugged his shoulders: "Who says I represent the Academy of Sciences?"

Young Master Song also imitated him with a superficial smile: "Ha, it's not about showing off!"

"Young master, eat less walnut kernels in the future. It's not good to make you bigger." Yang Jing looked at him with crazy eyes: "And don't associate me with that group of trash, they can't save Zhang Qi. It's their incompetence."

In Young Master Song's ears, this sentence was mocking their incompetence. In addition, Yang Jing's eyes were too straightforward. Army seat!"

"Of course I can save him."

Yang Jing stood loosely, the pretentious mode was turned on, and he said a word calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the room was stunned, including Zhang Jian and Uncle Gao, who stared straight at him, tongue-tied, with a silly expression, not at all calm as usual.

Old Mr. Song frowned subconsciously, even he dared not boast that he would be able to wake up Zhang Qi.

Young Master Song didn't think about it so much, and almost immediately said: "Ha~ Just brag, your father has already announced that he has given up, you think you can save him?"

Yang Jing was secretly delighted, and wanted to hit him in the arms, and responded in a high-key manner: "Of course."

"Then you come now and wake him up now."

Yang Jing shook his head: "Not yet."

Young Master Song laughed strangely again and again.

Yang Jing pretended to be coercive, but he couldn't understand the other party's deliberately contrived smirk, and wished to punch him: "But I will be able to wake him up in a month."

Young Master Song's smile froze. When Zhang Jian heard that Yang Jing could rescue Zhang Qi, he immediately walked over with a big face: "Master Yang, don't make fun of the military position."

Yang Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, and said something very pretentious: "You can choose to believe it or not."

The corner of Zhang Jian's mouth twitched: "But Dean Yang has already announced that he has given up. What can you do, Young Master?"

One sentence made Yang Jing lose his skills in an instant, his flames rose up, and he spit at Zhang Jian: "Damn, I told you not to associate me with those bird people."

Zhang Jian wiped his face calmly: "Because the matter is very important, I would like to ask the young master to give me some pointers."

The pretentious rhythm seems to be contagious, and Zhang Jian's speech is also elegant.

Yang Jing seemed to glance at Mr. Song, who also noticed his gaze, and his brows frowned unconsciously. Obviously, it is the tradition of the Song family to love brains. Mr. Song thought that Yang Jing was going to say something secret, so he asked them to avoid it. Shaking his face, he was about to say goodbye when Yang Jing said: "I am also a pharmacist, and I can refine the medicine to wake Zhang Qi up."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and all kinds of thoughts were turned in everyone's mind. Mr. Song reacted the most, his face changed suddenly, and he immediately asked loudly: "Are you a pharmacist?"

After finishing speaking, as if he had heard some funny joke, he laughed a few times, his face was wrinkled and furrowed, and it could kill flies: "The son of the president of the Academy of Sciences is a pharmacist? Do you think it is possible?"

His words awakened the others. Zhang Jian and Uncle Gao had just heard that Yang Jing was able to rescue the military seat, and almost forgot his identity.

Yang Jing was so provoked by those words that he also lost his temper. He gritted his teeth and said, "Hey, he's like a bitch, won't you know by then?"

Mr. Song still had a smile on his face: "Then I dare to ask, what medicine is the young master going to use to wake up Zhang Junzuo?"

"Pi mala pill."

When Yang Jing said it, he didn't expect other people to know. Sure enough, Uncle Gao, Zhang Jian, and Young Master Song all looked blank, but Mr. Song's smile faded away suddenly. He stared at Yang Jing with wide eyes, and moved his jaw. , it took a long time to make a sound: "Pimaolidan?"

Mr. Song looked solemnly, and said slowly: "If it's Pimaoli Pill, it can really save Zhang Junzuo."

Unconsciously, Zhang Jian and Uncle Gao's heartbeat quickened. Hearing his tone, they knew that there was a proviso behind him, so they calmed down and didn't speak.

Young Master Song was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "Grandpa, is there really such a medicine as Pimaoli?"

Mr. Song nodded: "It's just that the prescription of Pimaoli Dan has long been lost. Even if there is a prescription, I am afraid that Guangxing Star will not be able to find those ingredients."

Yang Jing didn't expect that the other party knew about Pimaolidan, so he nodded indiscriminately after hearing what he said.

"I don't know how Young Master Yang learned about the prescription of Pima Pill?"

Without even thinking about it, Yang Jing said, "Why are you asking so many questions?"

Seeing that Yang Jing was rude, Young Master Song glared at him again.

The other party's gaze brought Yang Jing back to his senses. Remembering that he was about to get close to him, he stared straight at Mr. Song until he was taken aback by the other party, before he asked, "Do you want to know the prescription of Pimao Pill?"

Uncle Gao and Zhang Jian didn't know the importance of the prescription, but the grandparents of the Song family were taken aback. Mr. Song also forgot to be reserved, and hurriedly asked, "You want to tell me the prescription?"

Yang Jing nodded, squinting his eyes and smiling treacherously: "It's okay to tell you, but you have to exchange the prescription of Jiuzhuan Pill with me."

Mr. Song stopped talking, and Young Master Song was not really stupid. After thinking about it for a while, he came to his senses and couldn't help asking: "You have a good abacus. My grandpa said that even if there is a prescription, the ingredients can't be found. Do you know if what you told is true or not?"

Yang Jing shrugged his shoulders, instead of making excuses, he tilted his head and looked at Mr. Song.

Mr. Song's eyes were burning, and then he said aloud: "I will tell you the prescription of Jiuzhuan Pill."

Yang Jing couldn't help laughing, his expression was extremely flat in the eyes of others.

"There are only four kinds of Pimaoli pills, red sand coral, Jianglong grass, jade silkworm, and big blood vine."

These four kinds of materials let alone young master Song, even old master Song has only heard of the big blood vine.

After all, Yang Jing has been playing "Wen Tian" for several years, and he can still remember one or two prescriptions in it, but only the ingredients of Pimaolidan are all sold in the system, and the ingredients needed for other prescriptions must be obtained through printing more or less. It is strange to get it, so he remembers the prescription of Pimaoli Dan very clearly.However, Yang Jing's level of refining medicine has not reached the fifth level. Even if he knows the prescription and has all the materials, he still can't make it. Material concerns.

Mr. Song had a complex look on his face, but he was not a person who broke his promise, so he immediately spoke out the prescription of Jiuzhuan Pill.

Hearing a ding dong, the cheerful voice of the system sounded in my mind: "Mr. Song's favorability for you will be increased by ten, and you will get a Nine-Turn Pill Formula, and your proficiency will increase by one hundred, and your refining skills will be upgraded to level four."