[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

After exchanging prescriptions with Mr. Song, Yang Jing left everyone behind and went back to the room. Uncle Gao watched him hesitate to speak, Zhang Jian shook his head calmly.

The grandparents of the Song family originally wanted to leave immediately, but Zhang Jian asked to stay. Mr. Song would be a little absent-minded, and hurried home to look through ancient books to find the four kinds of materials for refining Pimao Pill, even if there were only a few words of records, but he guessed Jian wanted to ask him some questions, and it happened that he also wanted to inquire about Yang Jing in detail, so they changed rooms and sat down again.

After the servants finished serving tea and left, Uncle Gao stood behind Zhang Jian. The latter pretended to be troubled, so he cut straight to the point and said, "Mr. Song, what is this Pimaolidan?"

Uncle Gao and Young Master Song looked over eagerly at the same time.

Mr. Song sat on the chair with a serious expression on his face: "Malaria prevention, malaria prevention, it is said that this elixir can ward off malaria and cure all kinds of poisons, but the prescription has long been lost, and it is extremely difficult to refine. I also saw it in an ancient book by chance. Mentioned a few."

When Young Master Song heard the words, he was even more convinced that Yang Jing was bragging, with a disdainful expression on his face, he turned his head to the side.

Both Uncle Gao and Zhang Jian have seen the unreliability of the Yang family, and now they have heard the other party's words, and their mood has dropped to the bottom.In their hearts, it is unrealistic for the Song family to devote themselves to cultivating immortality and alchemy. If they were not really desperate, they would not invite them here. If even the Song family thinks that kind of medicine is illusory, then let How can they believe it?

But even though rationality told them that this matter was not credible, they still couldn't help but have a little expectation in their hearts.

Mr. Song slowly sipped his tea, carefully recalling Yang Jing's expression when he spoke in his mind, trying to find the flaw, then put down his teacup, looked at Zhang Jian: "This young master of the Yang family...haven't you investigated it before? "

Zhang Jian leaned back and gave a wry smile: "I am married to the military seat, how can I not investigate? I will not mention my private life for now, but there are really no flaws in other places. If he didn't speak up today, we would not know that he is a pharmacist. There is absolutely no escape.”

Elder Song also had a suspicious expression on his face.

Young Master Song looked away, and muttered in a low voice, "Maybe I saw the name from some book, and I made up nonsense to deceive people today."

His voice was not loud, but the three people in the room had excellent hearing and could hear him.Compared with Zhang Jian, Uncle Gao expected more from Yang Jing, his heart seemed to be lifted, it was tightened for a while, and loosened for a while, he was at a loss as to what to do.

In fact, Zhang Jian also had this kind of speculation in his heart, but he was still a little unhappy when he heard it. He coughed and asked: "Mr. Song, do you think it is possible? This Young Master Yang has a slightly different personality. ...Uh, it's weird and inexplicable, when it's good, it goes smoothly, but when it's bad, you can say anything."

Mr. Song stared at his grandson, lowered his head and pondered, then shook his head slowly. Seeing him shaking his head, Uncle Gao and Zhang were actually happy in their hearts. They only heard Mr. Song say slowly: "This Pima Pill is very rare. Even ordinary alchemy families may not have heard of this, the reason why I know it is also due to a karmic meeting in the early years, if Young Master Yang made up nonsense, it is impossible to make up this name."

Uncle Gao's eyes glowed with joy, and he couldn't help but ask, "Then, is it really possible for Young Master Yang to save the army seat?"

Mr. Song still shook his head: "I can't say that well. If he can refine Pimao Pill, then it will be no problem to wake up Zhang Junzuo."

He purposely bit down on the word refining: "But regardless of whether his prescription is true or not, and regardless of whether he has the ability to refine it, the four herbs alone may not be found on the Radiant Star."

This kind of hope and disappointment is the most shocking. Uncle Gao seemed to have been punched in the chest, his eyes were dull, and his body swayed.

"I still find it strange, now that Guangxing Star's family of refining medicine can be counted with one slap, where did Young Master Yang learn the skill of refining medicine?"

Neither party could find anything useful. After sitting for less than an hour, Mr. Song left the Zhang residence with his grandson.

After seeing off the guests, Uncle Gao came back, frowning and walked to Zhang Jian: "Adjutant Zhang..."

Zhang Jian stood by the stairs on the first floor and looked up, his eyes were thoughtful, he nodded, his voice was stern: "I'll send someone to look up Yang Jing's information in the early years, maybe there may be some clues."

Besides, Yang Jing, after returning to his room, he couldn't wait to take a shower first, and then fell asleep on the bed wet, until Uncle Gao knocked on the door and told him to go downstairs for dinner, Yang Jing hurriedly put on his underpants and vest, and came down.

He was not surprised to see Zhang Jian at the dining table, Yang Jing didn't seem to notice his gaze, he should eat and drink.

Uncle Gao has taken care of Zhang Qi for more than 20 years. He treats him like his own child. After Yang Jing finished eating, he couldn't wait to ask: "Master Yang, you are refining medicine. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Zhang Jian also looked over.

Full of wine and food, Yang Jing spread out on the chair. He was as lazy as he could, picked his teeth, and unceremoniously took out three kinds of herbs from his backpack, lifted them up and shook them: "These three kinds of herbs are in the forest by the edge of the forest. It’s already there, you can pick some for me tomorrow.”

Uncle Gao and Zhang Jian looked over immediately, with eager eyes flashing in their eyes, the latter came back to his senses first, raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "Master Yang, this is the red sand coral, Jianglongcao, jade silkworm, Three of the big blood vines?"

Yang Jing tilted his neck and laughed: "I never said that, did I?"

Uncle Gao couldn't hide his disappointment, Zhang Jian narrowed his eyes and remained expressionless.

"It's fine if you don't want to help, I'll pick it myself tomorrow." Yang Jing gestured to withdraw his hand.

Zhang Jian stopped him: "Master Yang, leave the things behind, I'll send someone to look for them tomorrow."

Yang Jing dropped ten thousand needle grass, water dragon fern and Gangen, and went upstairs with a full belch.But he didn't go back to his room, but took two extra steps, opened the door and entered Zhang Qi's room.

The room was dimly lit with yellow wall lamps, the temperature was moderate, neither too hot nor too cold, and there was a faint fragrance of herbs in the air. It seemed that today was not the first time the Song family had visited.

Unconsciously, Yang Jing walked over to the bed with light hands and feet, and sat down on the bed. His movements were too big, and Zhang Qi could be seen shaking after him.

He came back this time for two purposes. One was to collect materials such as ten thousand needle grass to refine mini blood medicine, and the other was to borrow Zhang Qi's body again to practice spell proficiency.

Now that Yang Jing has been promoted to level ten, the sealing spell of Dongming Temple has finally been activated. He doesn't want to think that the level of the spell is too low, and the seal will fail in the future.

He practiced spells without any hesitation, Dong Ming Guan's signature spell "Dong Ming Qian Kun", and greeted Zhang Qi one after another. Seeing that a huge white mist covered the opponent's body, it quickly dissipated. However, Zhang Qi himself was too strong, and Yang Jing couldn't seal it at all. He tried it all night, but he didn't succeed once. He stumbled and practiced the spell to level ten, and returned to the room depressed.

The next day, Yang Jing didn't wake up until it was three o'clock in the morning. After washing up, he came downstairs. Zhang Jian had been waiting for a long time. After a night of precipitation, he returned to his usual casual tone, always smiling, pointing On the table, said: "Young master, is this enough?"

Yang Jing looked over and saw that the table was full of the three kinds of herbs he designated, and all of them had been treated simply, dusting off the soil around the roots, picking out weeds, and lining them up one by one, looking neat .

Yang Jing subconsciously glanced at the time, it was only around ten o'clock, thought to himself that Zhang Jian was doing well, walked over with a smile and patted him on the shoulder, and then put his mind into his backpack.

Uncle Gao also came over now: "Master Yang, breakfast is ready."

In fact, the other party's attitude has not changed, it is still the same as usual, but Yang Jing just feels that he is flattering, and he feels secretly refreshed, so he has to walk over to eat in a hurry.

After eating, he locked himself in the room to refine medicine. He is now at level ten, and the upper limit of vitality is only 25. He will consume [-] no matter whether he succeeds or fails in refining medicine once. Vitality drained.

Insufficient energy, Yang Jing's whole body was a little weak, his head drooped, he checked the proficiency of refining medicine from level [-] to level [-], and seeing the zeros slipping away, he could only hehehehe.

The system understood Yang Jing's suffering, and immediately shouted hoarsely with a strange accent: "Are you still worried about not having enough vitality? Then hurry up and take a look at our Vitality Pill, which is made from real materials, and you will be guaranteed to live alive after eating it." Seven times a night, he is not four or five thousand, nor two or three thousand, only ninety-eight, a whole vitality pill to take home, what are you waiting for? What are you still hesitating? Only ninety-eight, only ninety-nine Eight! Quickly pick up the slippers at hand and order them!"

Just when the system was beeping endlessly, Yang Jing tilted his head and fell asleep.