Lu Zhengkang handed the healing potion to Di Luo. He had made it in advance. It was still fragrant and refreshing after being chilled. After the young man drank it in one breath, the surface of his body was enveloped by golden life magic energy, and the wounds and bruises all over his body were a little bit.
Healing dissipates.
The preparation of the healing potion is really simple. The simplest formula is blue mountain flowers and wheat. It only requires simple grinding, distillation, and mixing. A novice can make it independently after practicing for a while. So, this is not something very special.
It’s a precious medicine that any fisherman on the roadside might know how to make.
All things have magical energy. Alchemy is a magical knowledge that stimulates, refines, and combines the magical properties of things to exert spell-like effects. Alchemy in a broad sense is of course more than just potions. However, due to classification reasons, enchantments are
, forging magic equipment and so on were separated. So now when people mention alchemy, they refer to alchemy potions.
Due to the lack of many medicinal materials, Lu Zhengkang was unable to make the medicinal wine necessary for external cultivation. Healing medicine is an excellent substitute. In addition, there is another thing that can be used as the engine oil for external armor, which is a must-have for cultivation.
Of course, it is not real oil, but a magic liquid, which is also a type of alchemical potion, used to power the enchantment array of external colonization armor. Apply the magic liquid all over the body, and then use massage techniques to speed up the absorption, which can make
The skin is tough and the muscles are firm, which can improve spell resistance and lay the foundation for drawing enchanted tattoos in the future.
Out of shyness, Dilo was unwilling to let Lu Zhengkang give him a massage, so the troll man set up a large iron pot, added water, put a bathtub on it, threw the naked Dilo in, filled it with water, and added magic.
Can use liquid. Light a fire to burn wood and use a water bath to heat it.
The young man was scalded so much that he squealed and flopped in the water looking like a drowned rat.
The trolls were like whack-a-mole, pushing derro back into the water from time to time.
In fact, the water temperature is not very high. Firstly, the altitude here is extremely high, and secondly, the boiling point of the magic liquid is lower than that of pure water, so the water temperature in the barrel is about 63 degrees. With the strong physique of the Nords, it takes 20 minutes to soak
There won't be any problem.
After Dragon Soul Jonas was subdued, Lu Zhengkang still did not interrupt Di Luo's practice. After a day, the young man was exhausted to death, and with the torture at night, he was about to collapse.
Lying on the stone bed that was so hard that it could kill someone, Dilo let his mind go.
It's dark and cold here, but at least there's no wind or snow.
Jonas was still out there, tied to a stake, all day long.
"Mr. Baishan, I want to see Jonah."
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "You can't help him, he will be fine."
"It's so cold outside, he's just a kid, and he's from Brighton..."
"He needs to be close to death before he can possibly recover."
"Why?!" Dillo was shocked and angry at this inhumane answer.
Lu Zhengkang was about to answer, but he suddenly coughed several times uncontrollably. His throat hurt, but he used the roar too fast and hurt his body. He quickly closed his mouth and breathed slowly for a while.
After using a healing procedure, he was much better, but he has not yet recovered. This kind of injury is not normal. The remaining power of the speech spirit is constantly damaging his vocal cords and lungs, and he needs to take good care of himself for a while.
"Are you okay?"
Lu Zhengkang waved his hand and sighed slightly sadly, "Boy, you still don't understand what state Jonas is in now. I'll give you a rough explanation. Just listen to it and sleep well. You should do it every day."
You still have to practice qigong.”
"……yes."
"Do you know what's the scariest thing about dragons? It's not their vomiting eyes or their sharp claws and teeth, but it's that they don't really die."
"Really? So powerful?" Dillo was surprised. Although the story of the heroes of Ancient Nord fighting against the dragon has been circulated for a long time, after all, it was so ancient that few people really went back to explore its details.
"For a dragon, we never have the concept of death. Even if you are defeated, it is just a nap for you.
"Once you are not afraid of death, you will be very rude in your attitude towards things. The dragons are so domineering, galloping across the sky and enslaving the earth, how amazing it is!
"However, death is fair after all, and we also have a day to die. The heroes of Ancient Nord created a Tumu named [Dragon Break], using their hatred of the dragon as their will to let us experience the pain of death.
, then we discovered that we are not fearless. What we are most afraid of is the death that we have been ignoring!"
"So what does this have to do with Jonah?"
"He is a dragonborn, and there is a real dragon hidden in his heart. Being bound by the mortal obsession with life and death, what can make people fear and surrender is death. In the face of such fear, courage is weak and vulnerable.
, just watch, I won’t let myself die, let alone Jonas.”
…
It was very hot in the winery. Jonas stood guard in front of a large copper still, carefully watching the flames rising in the combustion chamber, hitting the roof again and again, being suppressed and scattered, like a flame plate, holding
A huge wine room.
"Sometimes, I wonder, what is a flame? Does it have mass? It moves, just like water, but water and fire are so different that they can't even coexist. Hey, tell me, why do opposite things behave like this?
What about its characteristics?”
He didn't say anything, but now it was his turn to speak. The two people who were originally incompatible with each other had their personalities reversed.
He always likes to talk about some fantastic ideas and show curiosity about natural phenomena. Many of them are reasonable, and many of them are also absurd. In his words, the world is very wonderful, just like a drama, and the preparations are all in the background.
, everything presented operates on an invisible trajectory. Why the fire rises, why the rain falls, the reproduction of animals, the rise and fall of cities, the brewing and bottling of a bottle of wine, these are all organized.
He likes natural order and dislikes artificial order.
Among the nine holy spirits, his favorite is Juliano, the god of wisdom and logic.
However, he did not believe that the logic of the world was created by the Holy Spirit. He regarded Juliano as the embodiment of reason and logic in the world.
If even gods are not qualified to comment on the rationality of the world, then the order of mortals is even more shallow and ridiculous.
There are many novel ideas, some are thoughts from childhood, some are concepts from wandering, and some are strange thoughts in college. These things are dismissed.
"I sometimes wonder when I will die." He continued to chatter. At this moment, Jonas in his memory began to eat dinner. The winery only provided two meals a day to a small worker like him, a moldy piece of
Most of the bowl of rancid bran bread was cloudy, sour and smelly.
Bitter and salty potato soup. The slave merchant sold him to the winery owner at a low price. Although he was still a free man legally, in fact he was a prisoner, worse than a prisoner, because such days are endless.
, only death can relieve him of pain.
Many older slave workers said that when they grew older and had more strength, they would be able to eat better food. What they did not mention was more arduous work.
This is also a kind of order. If this kind of order is judged by people who have nothing to do with it, they may ignore the sad faces of the slaves and praise the slave owner for being a good housekeeper.
Jonas just doesn't like this kind of order.
Suddenly he said, "Stop talking."
He didn't care, "Death is not something to be ashamed of. It is like a festival. It will always come, and it will also come with the suddenness of surprise."
"That's enough! Stop talking!" he yelled.
Death, death, death, he always tries his best to avoid the word, but he just doesn't get it right and talks about his views on death, just like a master who is obsessed with solving the problem.
"You know what the heck! Of course the lives of mortal ants are nothing to care about!"
He smiled, "So my father said that some people are born fairer. Dragon's life is life, but human life is not?"