The daily life of the villain's father raising cubs

Fang Ziyu's small courtyard is at the end of the road.

The little fat man saw the silver paulownia tree in front of the yard from a distance, stopped, and refused to move any further.

Although he was determined to give up his life to accompany his mother, when he saw the small courtyard, the little fat man was a little timid.

"Abba, that's right there." He raised his chubby hand and pointed to the yard in the distance, while Xie Yishu followed his fingers to look over there, he tiptoed and visually measured the distance from here to the small yard.

It's so far.

The little fat man secretly ran over the ground with his toes, and wished in his heart that his father would retreat from the distance.

Unfortunately, such escapist fantasies are always unrealistic and easily broken.

In the next second, the chubby boy heard Xie Yishu say: "Okay, let's go."

Xie Yishu took Bozai by the hand, and walked towards the small yard with his legs. After walking two steps, he realized that Bozai seemed to have taken root on the ground. Every step he took was heavy and difficult.

If this happened to an adult, it might make people feel that life is not easy, but it would be particularly interesting if it happened to a short, chubby kid.

Xie Yishu laughed: "Bozai, what's the matter?"

The little fat man faltered, his voice obviously lacking in confidence: "Abba, Bozai is a little tired... Shall we sit under a tree and rest for a while?"

They had just come out of the study and walked a few steps.Tired is definitely not tired, the little fat man can't fool Xie Yishu.

But Xie Yishu could also guess the reason why Bo Zai said "I can't walk", and didn't give the little fat man an excuse, just nodded: "Okay."

Bo Zai let out a deep breath.

It's not that he doesn't want to accompany his mother, it's just that he's not mentally prepared yet.

The little fat man sat on the rock with his back facing Xie Yishu and the big tree, brainwashing himself.

He is very good, and he is not sick. If he is not sick, he does not need to take pills. He just goes with his mother.

He turned his head and confirmed to his mother again and again: "Is Dad just going to borrow the pill furnace?"

Xie Yishu nodded, thought for a while and added: "Maybe I will borrow some herbs, and then I will ask Master Fang for a loan."

But also to borrow herbs, but also to borrow fire.Bozai's small ears trembled, and he asked again: "Do you use herbs to make delicious food for Bozai?"

Xie Yishu is very sure: "Use herbs to make delicious food for Bo Zai."

The little fat man tactfully said: "Can herbal medicine really be made into delicious food?" If mother wants to trick him into taking medicine pills, it doesn't need to be so troublesome.Give him some time to prepare, and he will obediently eat the pills his mother gave him.

Xie Yishu saw the little fat man's thoughts and was happy.He couldn't help but want to tease the little fat man, lowered his eyes, pretended to be a little sad, and asked Bozai softly: "Does Bozai not believe that Dad can make delicious food with herbs?"

Children of this age are the worst.

Bozai believed it for a moment, jumped up from the rock, hurriedly hugged Xie Yishu's thigh, the chubby face shook like a rattle, afraid that Xie Yishu would be sad: "No, no, dad, let's go, Bozai Can't wait..."

The little fat man finished his sentence with some difficulty: "Bozai can't wait to taste the delicious food made from herbs."

Xie Yishu's body trembled, she tried her best not to hold back her laughter, and burst out laughing.

Seeing his mother smile, Bozai immediately knew that he was being teased, he was relieved and pouted at the same time: "Abba lied to me."

Xie Yishu smiled and kissed the fat boy's puffy little face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Dad was wrong."

He picked up the little fat man, and as he walked forward, he promised: "For the portion for Bo Zai, Dad only uses rock sugar balls and malt syrup."

Sugar Balls and Syrup!The little fat man clicked his lips when he was so sweet.

He raised his chubby face to look at Xie Yishu, and asked cautiously: "Then what about the herbal medicine that Dad mentioned earlier?" Would he really add it secretly?

Xie Yishu saw Bozai's careful thinking, smiled, and said: "Mint beans, cold ice grass, longsuxiang, soft lotus. These are for Gu... for your father's share."

It was originally for my father.

The little fat man sympathized with his father.But thinking that I don't have to take those bitter pills, I am a little happy.

He felt that the few herbal medicines just now were familiar, kicked the small stones on the road, and repeated the name of the herbal medicine that Xie Yishu had reported earlier, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he tilted his head and asked Xie Yishu: "Is Dad planning to make Qingshen Dan?" ?”

Fang Zi will keep the little fat man to distinguish herbs and recite prescriptions every now and then.

Although the little fat man can't control the spiritual power yet, with the help of Fang Ziyu, he can also refine two or three low-level pills.

Qingshen Dan is one of them.Because of its simplicity, Little Fatty's success rate is quite high.

Xie Yishu nodded: "Yes."

"The baby's share will be moved to the back first, and Dad will make it for Dad first."

Bozai smiled and said, "Qingshen Pill Bozai will also. Later Bozai will refine Qingshen Pill with Dad."

Although it took Uncle Fang's help to successfully refine the low-level Qingshen Pill, the little fat man still wanted to show it in front of Xie Yishu.

He wanted to show his mother everything he had learned in the past five years.

He wanted to be proud of his mother.

When Xie Yishu and Bo Zai stepped into the small yard, Fang Ziyu was drying herbs in the yard.

Xie Yishu greeted with a smile: "Brother Fang."

Fang Ziyu was a little surprised when he saw him and Bo Zai, and his first thought was: "Little fat man is not feeling well again?"

Bozai shook his head, it was rare that he didn't quarrel with Fang Ziyu, and said cheerfully: "Abba and Bozai want to refine some magic pills for father."

Fang Ziyu realized it, and patted Bozai's forehead: "It's your idea again."

Unexpectedly, the little fat man shook his head again, with his hands behind his back: "It was Dad's idea."

The little fat man didn't miss any chance to let others know how loving his father and Abba are.

Fang Ziyu was taken aback.Pulling out a trace of spiritual consciousness to explore, Xie Yishu is still in a state of spiritual stagnation.

"Thank you, junior brother..."

The test of refining elixir is the subtle control of spiritual power, which is the same reason as cooking a good dish requires precise control of the heat.

He wanted to ask Xie Yishu how he planned to refine the elixir before his cultivation had recovered, but when he saw the little fat man, he remembered that there was a person who was also a elixir, so he quickly slapped his head and said, "Understood, I will help you. "

Xie Yishu frowned: "Thank you Brother Fang."

Fang Ziyu waved his hand: "It's a small matter, if you have to thank me, then I'm my identity."

He brought them into the alchemy room, and took out two medicine stoves made of osmanthus armor, one for each person, but Xie Yishu said a little embarrassedly: "Senior Brother Fang, do you have a Wujin stove? I want to borrow that."

There are many kinds of materials for medicine stoves.Especially when making high-level elixirs, sometimes in order to give full play to the medicinal properties of some rare spiritual plants, even a kind of elixir needs to be paired with a special furnace.

The medicine stove made of osmanthus armor as the main material is considered the most basic in the medicine stove, and it can deal with most low-level pills, such as low-level Qingshen pills and low-level Bigu pills.The medicine stove with Wujin as the main material is two levels higher.

For Junior Brother Xie in the past, the Wujin Furnace would definitely be able to use it, but now Junior Brother Xie’s cultivation has been temporarily lost... Fang Ziyu hesitated and said, "Mr. The fragrance may not be enough."

With the level of Junior Brother Xie in the past, he must be making intermediate-level pills.But the polarization of the spiritual herbal medicine here is indeed a bit serious.

There are many common ones and many rare ones.Can do experiments, use it for the little fat man to practice his hands, and make some high-level elixir for Liao Yunfeng's people... But the stock of spiritual plant herbs that can be used to make intermediate-level elixir, which is not embarrassing or embarrassing, is indeed Some less.

Fang Ziyu suggested: "Do you want Luanjin?"

Simply do high-level, anyway, with him, not afraid of making mistakes.

As soon as Xie Yishu heard "Luan Jin", she knew that Brother Fang had misunderstood.

He quickly waved his hands and said, "No, I just want to refine a low-level Qingshen Pill."

Xie Yishu paused for a moment, then smiled and let it go: "Senior Brother Fang, have you ever tried the method of refining low-level pills, using the Wujin furnace to refine the Qingshen Pill?"

Refining pills of different grades, in addition to the differences in the material of the furnace and the efficacy of spiritual plants, is also related to the accuracy of the application of spiritual power.

The more complex the pill, the higher the requirement for the accuracy of spiritual power.When it needs to be evenly output, when it needs to be disassembled and inserted, there is no mistake in one step, and you can only get a few small pieces if you don’t sleep well for a few days and nights.

Low-level pills are on the contrary. As long as the spiritual power continues to output, a furnace will be stewed randomly.

Xie Yishu wanted to refine a Qingshen Pill for Gu Yanzhi to thank him for gifting him a bottle of high-level Qingshen Pill.

With his current state, there is no way to return the high-level elixir, so he can only pay attention to other places.

He exchanged a recipe for making popping candy from 001.

According to 001, the air in Xuanzhen Continent not only contains aura, but also many colorless and odorless gases, one of which is called carbon dioxide.The principle of making popping candy is to inject high-pressure carbon dioxide before the syrup solidifies.

Candies containing a large number of carbon dioxide bubbles will break into small pieces after cooling, and the gas will be released in the mouth, and there will be an illusion of sugar particles bouncing on the tip of the tongue.

This reminded Xie Yishu of the elixir that was broken into slag when the alchemy failed.

001 confirmed his thoughts.The reason why those elixirs were shattered into slag was because the spirit power was not accurately controlled during refining, and the air in the furnace was not flowing uniformly, resulting in excess gas being injected into the elixirs.

If more gas was injected, and all of them happened to be the gas called carbon dioxide, then the "Dancing Pill" might have been discovered long ago.

But no one in Xuanzhen Continent knows about "carbon dioxide", and no one will deliberately make the gas in the medicine furnace flow unevenly.

According to 001's test, the medicine furnace with Wujin as the main material will generate a large amount of carbon dioxide at high temperature, and it is the most suitable medicine furnace for the "jumping pill" experiment.

That's why Xie Yishu wanted to borrow the Wujin Furnace from Fang Ziyu.

Not only the Wujin Furnace must be used, but also the most brutal alchemy method.

But these things are too complicated to explain, and Xie Yishu doesn't know how to explain what "carbon dioxide" is, and where did she learn about the gas "carbon dioxide", so she can only smile mysteriously at Fang Ziyu.

Fortunately, Fang Ziyu was the most curious person on Liao Yunfeng, so he was immediately hooked. Without a word, he took out the Wujin stove, and according to what he said, lit the spiritual fire under the stove in the most rude and casual way.

Xie Yishu ground the mint beans sideways, removed the roots of the cold ice grass, cut the longsuxiang into small pieces of equal length, and mashed the soft lotus into juice.

Put the materials into the Wujin furnace in order, and cover the furnace lid.

Fang Ziyu looked at Xie Yishu who was guarding the medicine stove, touched the little fat man's arm, wanting the little fat man to let him know: "What does your mother want to do?"

What Fang Ziyu didn't see, Bo Zai couldn't even see.

He thought for a while, tugged on Fang Ziyu's sleeve, and made him bend over: "Yesterday, father gave Dad a bottle of Qingshen Dan."

Fang Ziyu nodded, indicating that he was listening carefully.

"Then Dad came to make Qingshen Pills for Father today. The two of them exchanged Qingshen Pills. You know, when they exchange things, this thing will be called, called, Qing, Qing..." The little fat man scratched Face, stuck words.

Fang Ziyu was eager to listen to the follow-up, and reminded: "A token of love."

"Yes, yes, a token of love." The little fat man nodded his head, and whispered in Fang Ziyu's ear, "Abba wants to exchange a token of love with Father."

The little fat man let go of Fang Ziyu's sleeve, indicating the end of his speech.

Fang Ziyu: "..."

He shouldn't have expected that the little fat man would know anything.

The spiritual fire under the Xijia furnace gradually extinguished.

Bo Zai's attention was attracted, and he quickly lifted the furnace cover.Looking at the pills of purification in the medicine furnace, the little fat man nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at his mother, and the spiritual fire under her medicine stove was also extinguished.

The round and golden Qingshen Pills are placed in a white porcelain plate, which is very cute.

Mother's number one little horseman immediately put down his elixir, ran over patter and cheered, "Wow——"

I don't know why, but it's also the Qingshen Pill, and he feels that it's even better if his mother refines it.

Bo Zai let out a long sigh.

Before he could say any words of appreciation, he saw round pills suddenly shattered into slag in front of him.

Very, very small pieces, smaller than rice grains, slag.

Bo Zai was frightened, his fat little body froze immediately, and he held his breath.

He couldn't relate this matter to the level of his mother's misoperation and failure in alchemy, but he could only think of his own loud "Wow——".

My head was full of that "Wow--".

"Wow—" that shattered the Qingshen Dan that my mother made for my father.