Ming Dongcheng left the Ming Mansion after a few words of explanation. In fact, he didn't arrange anything at all. He just prepared the things Feng Jueyu needed, then pushed Lian Yang in front of him as a follower, and then ran away. What Feng Jueyu did.
Yu couldn't calm down for a long time. It wasn't until the old man left with satisfaction that Feng Jueyu realized that this girl had been planning to escape since yesterday.
Wanting to understand this, Feng Jueyu greeted all the eighteen generations of Mingdong City's ancestors in his heart. What kind of palace master is this? He doesn't care about the lives of his own family? Just like this, he throws all the burdens on this young master's shoulders?
This is too irresponsible.
The more Feng Jueyu thought about it, the angrier he became, but there was no other way. He had to do things like refining pills himself?
Why?
It's very simple. As a doctor, Feng Jueyu naturally would not give up the opportunity to be exposed to the novel skills of alchemy and medicine. Furthermore, only by doing it himself could he find Xing Kun's weakness and find a way to get rid of this threat.
In fact, Feng Jueyu's original idea was to poison Xing Kun during the alchemy process. Maybe he could get rid of the cruel and abominable demon without anyone noticing. But poisoning is not that simple.
If you want to poison, you must refine the Seven-Colored Demonic Heart Pill, and at the same time, you must not let Xing Kun discover that the pill contains highly toxic substances.
In fact, refining elixirs and dispensing medicines are all based on the same principle. Basically, every kind of medicine is the result of hundreds of attempts by predecessors before they find the materials that can be compatible and matched. Even a little bit of other materials are added in the process.
, it will immediately cause changes in the properties of the medicine. This is a subtle process, and there is no room for sloppiness, otherwise it will only end in failure.
The same goes for refining elixirs. Once the materials for the Seven-Color Demonic Heart Pill are determined, if you add some poisons to it, it might be difficult to refine the Demonic Heart Pill?
If you can't even take out the elixir, how can you poison it?
Therefore, Feng Jueyu felt that he must personally try to learn alchemy, and then find an effective way to accomplish this feat through the special induction of the impermanence of life and death on the spiritual objects in the world and his own medical skills on pharmacology and application...
Putting away the list, Feng Jueyu left the Ming Mansion accompanied by Lian Yang...
Lian Yang was Ming Dongcheng's personal follower. Feng Jueyu originally planned to let Lian Yang lead the way to find the Danshi in Zhongtian City, but along the way he discovered that this old man was even busier than Ming Dongcheng...
"General manager, the Yunhe Nuanyang jade sent by Chijiucheng has arrived. Deputy manager Liu is in the front yard with the installation. Do you want to go and take a look?"
"General Manager, I've found you. A plague has appeared in Xicheng in the past few days. Several brothers in the city guard have become seriously ill, and two of them have died. What should we do about the settlement expenses? Should we send the sick people to the hospital?
To outside the city?"
"Director Lian, the old servant has left the house this year. They want to invite you to Zhongtian Pavilion to say farewell to you in the evening. Do you have time?"
"..."
From the other courtyard where Feng Jueyu lived to the gate of Ming Mansion, Feng Jueyu walked a few steps and paused. Almost all of them were talking to the company manager to discuss trivial matters in the mansion. He should have spent half a stick of incense.
I walked onto the street, but I didn't expect that I still hadn't reached the gate after walking for half an hour.
Feng Jueyu was really overwhelmed, and Lian Yang couldn't concentrate on dealing with these trivial matters. Feng Jueyu simply stopped and said to Lian Yang: "Okay, you don't have to follow me anymore, tell me where these people are.
I'll find it myself."
After what happened the first day, Lian Yang still dared to be disrespectful to Feng Jueyu. He said: "How can this happen? The master of the palace said that whenever the young master has any assignments, Lian must regard the young master as his top priority.
Otherwise, sir, please wait a moment, and Lian will arrange for others to handle these matters now."
Lian Yang now talks to Feng Jueyu in a tone of asking for permission, just because he is afraid that the master will be angry if he is unhappy. Thinking about Ming Dongcheng's cautious warning the night before, Lian Yang is afraid of offending this active volcano.
Feng Jueyu said displeasedly: "Okay, okay, after you finish handling it, it will be dark, how can I find someone?"
Lian Yang lowered his head angrily, not daring to say a word.
Taking out the booklet, there were really not many names on it, only five or six. The name written on the top was "Wang Jiutong", with a special circle marked at the back with red ink.
Feng Jueyu pointed the book to Lian Yang and asked: "Which of these alchemists is the most powerful? Tell me where they live..."
Lian Yang leaned over and took a glance, then pointed at Wang Jiutong: "This, Mr. Wang Jiutong, has been steeped in medicine for eighty years. He is a well-known alchemist in Zhongtian City. He lives in Ding, not far from here.
In the heart pavilion."
"Dingxin Pavilion?"
"Well, you can see it after walking three streets eastward from the gate."
"Okay, go ahead and do your work, I'll go there myself..."
Lian Yang was afraid that Feng Jueyu didn't understand Wang Jiutong's character, so he hurriedly said: "You can give something like this to Mr. Wang when you go, he will understand it at a glance."
What Lian Yang took out was an exquisite wooden plaque. It was very small and thin, with the word "明" engraved on it. The four sides were plated with gold wire. It must have been a token of some kind.
After putting away the Ming Mansion wooden sign, Feng Jueyu left the Ming Mansion...
Because of the wooden sign, no one stopped him along the way. Moreover, Lian Yang had just walked with Feng Jueyu for a while. Many servants saw this "distinguished guest" in the Ming Mansion and did not dare to disturb him.
Dingxin Pavilion is indeed not far from the Ming Mansion. In fact, Feng Jueyu doesn't know that Dingxin Pavilion is also the family's property. This large courtyard with three entrances and three exits was a gift from Ming Dongcheng to Wang Jiutong.
When they arrived at the door of Dingxin Pavilion, two servants in green clothes and small hats were guarding the door. Feng Jueyu walked over directly: "Is this the residence of Mr. Wang? I have something to ask for." Feng Jueyu handed over the Ming Mansion wooden sign.
Took it out.
The two boys in front of the door just showed a little displeasure, but when they saw the wooden sign with the words Mingfu engraved on it, they were stunned.
"Wait a moment, the old man is busy refining elixirs. I'll go in and make a call to see if the old man can see you..." The boy's words were extremely polite. It seemed that the Mingfu wooden sign played a huge role. Otherwise, Feng Jueyu
One can imagine what unpleasant words will be said behind that face that showed disdain just now.
After waiting outside for a while, the boy finally ran out: "Brother, please come inside..."
It seems that Wang Jiutong agreed, and Feng Jueyu was very happy, at least this time he didn't face any difficulties...
Following the young man into Dingxin Pavilion, Feng Jueyu's eyes lit up at the huge courtyard. What was planted in the courtyard were not the bright and colorful flowers of ordinary dignitaries, but herbs that he could not name. Thanks to Feng Jueyu,
He practices the magical art of impermanence of life and death. The aura of life slowly sweeps through the courtyard. He can also discover the characteristics of these medicinal materials and even the year.
What surprised him was that there were several cold and strong herbs in it that were terrifyingly over a hundred years old.
How old is Wang Jiutong? It is said that he is in his early nineties. In other words, there are many medicinal materials here that have been transplanted from various places and are so commonly planted in the front yard. It seems that Wang Jiutong is indeed very proficient in medicine, and
In his eyes, several centuries-old medicinal materials are not important at all.
After a while, Feng Jueyu came to the backyard. It was already a hot weather in midsummer. When he arrived in the backyard, an even stronger heat enveloped him. Feng Jueyu almost suffocated. He took a closer look and saw a huge one in the yard.
In the pavilion, there is a blazing fire burning a strange stove that is as tall as half a man.
Feng Jueyu knew that this thing was called a tripod, also called a furnace. It had four little feet on the ground, holding up the round furnace hall. There were several small holes open on the furnace hall, and you could see a few purple grains lying in the flat furnace cavity.
Pill Pill. Then it slowly shrinks upwards, forming a circular hairdryer. There are also two small thin tube-like hairdryer on both sides that are spraying out the hot air.
The temperature of the whole yard was rising again and again because of the stove. Everyone in the yard was sweating profusely. From time to time, they would raise their hands to wipe the sweat that fell from their foreheads, but no one would say even half a word.
Next to the stove, a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy dressed as a child was fanning vigorously with a large banana fan. His movements were fast and slow, and he adjusted the intensity of the flame according to the changes in the color intensity of the purple pills.
With the transition between slow fire and vigorous fire, the pills in the stove are constantly shrinking and expanding, and their colors change again and again.
When they arrived at the yard, the boy stopped talking. He made a polite gesture of invitation and asked Feng Jueyu to stand where he was before retreating.
Directly opposite the pavilion is a main hall with no door and open to the outside. There are two four-legged wooden chairs at the entrance of the hall, and a tea table in the middle. A fat old man with gray hair is sitting on the chair while sipping tea.
Observe the changes in the furnace.
Diagonally opposite him stood a young man dressed in luxurious clothes. He had an impatient look on his face, but he didn't show it too openly. He was fanning himself with a folding fan to keep cool.
However, this courtyard is very open, and it is not as good as the trees and herbs that filled the courtyard when you entered. There is no place for shade. The sun in the sky is very hot, and the heat from the furnace in the courtyard is so hot that the young man fanned himself desperately.
The fan didn't bring much cool breeze, but fanning it as hard as he could made him sweat profusely.
"This is alchemy!" Feng Jueyu quickly turned his attention to the red-burned cauldron.
Alchemy, in Feng Jueyu's opinion, is only a legendary skill. He didn't expect that there are people in this world who can actually make alchemy. Judging from the appearance of the old man, he is probably one of the few alchemists in Zhongtian City, Wang Jiutong. He didn't know what the skill in this world is.
How is it?
"It's almost done, prosperous."
At this moment, the gray old man's eyes suddenly flashed. He suddenly stood up from his chair and strode to the side of the furnace. Regardless of the boiling heat of the furnace, he opened the lid and threw a few herbs into it.
, then put both palms on the furnace cauldron, and with a sound, the temperature of the furnace cauldron went up to another level.