Zuo Feng put the short blade in his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully under the moonlight. The short blade was completely black, and the blade had a slight arc. It was slightly wider and thicker than an ordinary dagger, and there were serrations on the back of the blade.
of barbs.
The handle of the short blade is also exquisitely made, with thread-like indentations carved on it, and a ring-like ring at the end of the handle.
Stretch out two fingers and flick the short blade, "Ding..." The sound is melodious and sweet, and it sounds more like the vibration from weapons like long swords. The entire body of the short blade looks like it is made of fine steel, but it is
Much heavier than fine steel.
Zuo Feng looked at it for a long time. Although he felt that this short blade was extraordinary, he still couldn't tell what an "assassination weapon" it was.
Teng Xiaoyun remained silent, waiting for Zuo Feng to finish looking at it carefully, with a puzzled look on his face. Then he smiled slightly, took the black short blade from his hand, played with it for a while, and then felt a little emotional.
said.
"This short blade is made of fine steel, rare cold iron and a variety of precious materials. If you read it correctly, this short blade should be from the prairie's master weapon refiner 'Qionglan'
hand."
Although Zuo Feng heard it for the first time, the name "Qionglan" was deeply imprinted in his mind.
Seeing that Zuo Feng still had a puzzled expression, Teng Xiaoyun patiently explained: "The slight dents on the handle of the short blade are made to prevent the user from holding it unsteadily when their hands are sweaty."
Then he pointed to the back of the knife and continued: "The jagged barbs here are meant to cause more serious damage after piercing into the human body. The wounds it causes are extremely difficult to heal."
The more Zuo Feng heard, the more shocked he became. He didn't expect that the short blade he unexpectedly obtained could have so many benefits.
Teng Xiaoyun deliberately raised the dagger, quickly passed it through the air in front of Zuo Feng, and asked casually: "Did you see anything?"
"This, this dagger disappeared."
Zuo Feng stammered to himself. Just when Teng Xiaoyun waved the short blade casually, the black dagger seemed to disappear in an instant. With Zuo Feng's eyesight beyond ordinary people, he watched carefully at a close distance.
I only saw a faint shadow crossing in front of me.
Teng Xiaoyun nodded and said: "Yes, it just disappeared. This dark dagger is even more convenient to use at night, and the slight curvature of the blade is also to reduce the sound of the wind when chopping, so I said
It is an 'assassination weapon'."
Zuo Feng looked at the dagger with a look of joy on his face, and his fair little face was slightly red with excitement. When his eyes fell on the end, the ring that was integrated with the handle aroused Zuo Feng's interest. He asked casually
road.
"Then what magical function does this ring have? It can't be used to tie some decorations."
Teng Xiaoyun said with a bit of laughter and tears: "You kid, you really dare to think about when you have ever seen a short blade with decorations hanging on it. This is not a makeup knife used by women."
After hesitating for a while, Teng Xiaoyun looked up at the sky and said: "We both have time, so let me teach you how to use this short blade. It seems that I haven't taught you anything for a long time. So I will teach you how to use this short blade."
I'll teach you all the ways to use this knife. With your understanding, you can understand it in a few hours."
After saying this, Teng Xiaoyun did not wait for Zuo Feng to speak, and began to use the short blade in his hand. Zuo Feng was still a little confused by Teng Xiaoyun's last words, but when he saw his master starting to demonstrate, he immediately stopped.
Watch with great concentration.
Fujisho Yun began to remain motionless, waving the short blade in his hand, but then he began to take steps. The dagger was difficult to see clearly in the dark, so Fujisho Yun tried to move as slowly as possible.
His movements are all based on agility, smallness, lightness, and skill, which are very different from the large opening and closing martial arts that Zuo Feng had seen before. This short blade seemed to be integrated with his arm when used by Fujisho Yun.
In order to become one, it was as if it had become a part of his hand. Every chop, chop, pick, and stab seemed to have a deep meaning in it.
Suddenly, Teng Xiaoyun's thumb dug into the ring at the handle, and the short blade suddenly changed from a forehand to a backhand, and the moves also changed accordingly, from being agile at the beginning to being dangerous, strange, and tricky.
, strangely, changed in a different way. At this time, the short blade seemed to have become an extension of Teng Xiaoyun's arm, which was both strange and changeable and arbitrary.
After Zuo Feng watched it carefully, he couldn't help but sigh. This ring turned out to have such wonderful functions. Not only the thumb, but also the other index fingers, ring fingers, and even the little finger could make the short blade have more changes.
Just like this, one big and one small, in this dark dense forest, one taught patiently and the other studied carefully. After only two hours, Zuo Feng was already able to use this short blade in a splendid way.
"Master, you seem to have put a lot of effort into this dagger before. Could it be that you..."
Teng Xiaoyun waved his hand to stop Zuo Feng from continuing. He looked up at the sky and said, "It's almost time. There are still a lot of things to do in the village, so let's practice here first."
Although Zuo Feng was a little helpless, he could only nod in agreement. Zuo Feng casually took off the scabbard made of animal skin from the leg of the man in gray, and imitated that man's example and fixed the short blade on himself.
On the calf, after putting down the storage pipe, there was no trace of it at all.
It was late at night when I returned home again. The difference was that there was no one in the courtyard tonight. Looking at the bench in the corner where I had sat on when I had a long conversation with Shen Die last night, I was in a daze for a long time. Zuo Feng sighed and went back to his room.
.
In the morning, he still woke up to his father's stern voice. Zuo Feng sat up reluctantly. He returned home at midnight last night, and like a child who got a favorite toy, he repeatedly played with the short blade he had just obtained. As a result,
It was almost dawn again when I fell asleep with the short blade in my arms.
Lamenting the misery of his life, he hadn't been getting enough sleep recently, but remembering that there were still many things to do today, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and crawl out of bed.
"Is the matter resolved?"
Hearing Chen Die's voice, Zuo Feng turned around and smiled, nodded and said, "Well, it's been solved for the time being."
Shen Die Bingxue was smart and had already guessed some clues from her expression and demeanor, but Zuo Feng still refused to tell her about the village's current crisis.
'Let her enjoy such a comfortable family life for a few more days.' With this thought in his mind, Zuo Feng went straight out and turned his back to Chen Die, casually raising his arms and waving twice in the air.
Staring deeply at Zuo Feng's slim and handsome back, Chen Die said to himself leisurely: "Why do you have to fight everything alone? You still have family, you still have..."
Zuo Feng didn't hear this. He was hurriedly heading straight to his wife's medicine house. But he had not forgotten the two books on medicine he had picked up yesterday, as well as some medicine packages to give to his wife.
"Feng'er, you rarely come to my medicine house recently. Your master said that you have two books for me. Bring them and let me have a look first."
Zuo Feng smiled slightly, took out the two books and a dozen medicine bags, and placed them on the table carelessly. Then he did not dare to disturb him and stood aside respectfully, waiting for his wife to check.
"Teacher, is there something wrong with this book?"
After a while, Zuo Feng hurriedly asked when his wife, Zhuang Yu, put down the book with a slight frown on her face.
"Feng'er, why are you still standing here? Come and sit down. I have told you so many times that you can just call me Aunt Zhuang. You don't need to be so reserved."
Zuo Feng touched his nose awkwardly and whispered: "Aunt Zhuang."
Looking at Zhuang Yu's elegant and dust-free temperament, Zuo Feng felt a kind of admiration in his heart. Over the years, Zhuang Yu has saved countless lives under her hands, and many people who seemed destined to die were miraculously saved by her.
Zhuang Yu nodded with a smile and said to Zuo Feng, "Do you know what these two books are?"
Zuo Feng replied with some confusion: "One is about pharmaceutical techniques and the other is about pharmaceutical experience. Isn't it written on them?"
Shaking his head, Zhuang Yu said again: "Maybe there is something wrong with the way I asked. What I want to ask is, do you know what medicine is?"
This time, Zuo Feng was even more confused. He stared at Zhuang Yu across from him with wide eyes and said, "Aunt Zhuang, didn't I learn pharmaceutical techniques from you for a year?"
Zhuang Yu frowned slightly, shook his head slightly at first, then nodded slightly, and explained when Zuo Feng looked confused.
"Actually, what you and I learned was elementary dispensing skills."
"Medicine preparation?"
"That's right, although there is a word difference, there is an essential difference between the two."
After a slight pause, Zhuang Yu continued with a slightly sad expression.
"In fact, there are some necessary conditions for making medicine, which is to use spiritual energy to control the heat in the process of making medicine, and at the same time use your own spiritual energy to nurture it, so that it can finally become such a medicinal powder."
Zuo Feng paused in his heart and understood what Aunt Zhuang meant. He knew that this master's wife had been unable to practice physical training due to her physical limitations since she was a child, so she naturally could not form spiritual power in her body. But a new problem came again, but
Before he could speak, Zhuang Yu continued.
"Apothecaries are actually divided into levels. As I did before, they can prepare medicine powder in a certain proportion through grinding, cooking, etc., which can only be regarded as the level of pharmacist apprentice. These medicine powders are finally made into medicine powder through the cultivation of spiritual power, so
The pharmacist is called a junior pharmacist."
Listening to Zhuang Yu's story, a new door slowly opened in front of Zuo Feng, and he finally learned about a profession on the mainland, the pharmacist.
"With the division of medicine refining levels, there are also intermediate pharmacists, senior medicine refiners, medicine masters, and medicine saints. The medicines they can prepare range from medicine liquids, ointments, pills, medicine elixirs, etc., ranging from low to high.
High form."
Zuo Feng almost held his breath after listening to Zhuang Yu's statement. After she finished speaking, Zuo Feng took a long breath and said with some excitement.
"Master's wife, can I become a pharmacist?"
Zhuang Yu glared at her and said: "It is extremely difficult to become a pharmacist. Not only does it require a detailed understanding of medicines, but also a deep understanding of various medicinal properties. And most importantly, it requires a lot of money to back it up.
.”
Knowing that she had just called her "Master's Wife" because of excitement, she quickly changed her words.
"Aunt Zhuang, why do you need a lot of money to become a pharmacist?"
Zhuang Yu glanced at him and said casually: "If you want to become a junior alchemist, don't even think about it if you don't have 1,800 gold coins."
Zuo Feng looked shocked and shouted loudly: "Thousand and eight hundred, return the gold coins!"