When the master saw the pill that was held aloft by me, his brows furrowed even tighter, "What is this?"

Which person can refine the alchemy into such a color? The unsuccessful one is black, the semi-unsuccessful one is gray and is on the large side, and the one that barely succeeds is white and relatively small. But is this medicine a success or a failure? Why is it colorful? And it is much smaller than the average elixir?

"Master, this medicine is not good-looking, but it is more than enough to heal the injury, I promise, there is no shortage of medicinal materials when refining the pill, and the amount of each medicinal material is strictly controlled without the slightest mistake. ”

It's just that when the medicine was about to be made, I suddenly thought that the medicine didn't smell good, so I extracted the colors of the various rose petals I picked and put them into the alchemy furnace, so after the pill came out, it was colorful.

I don't dare to tell the master about this, anyway, roses are not harmful to the body, and the master will be fine if they eat it.

The master frowned, suspiciously took the pill in my hand and looked at it again, I saw that there was blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and I was anxious, so I raised my hand and pushed the master's hand to feed the pill into the master's mouth.

The master pursed his lips and frowned, and reluctantly swallowed the pill, and said at the end: "This color is so strange......

"Well, I made it, and the color is a little special. "Seeing that the master took the medicine, I was much more relieved, and in the absence of any injury medicine, this medicine should be taken as an emergency.

"Can you make medicine?" the master sat cross-legged, breathing his injuries.

"Uh-huh, I just learned. I nodded proudly, the master was the first person to try my elixir, and I was extremely proud in my heart. For tens of thousands of years, it has always been the master who has taken care of me, and today, I can also take care of the master.

But the master's reaction was different from what I thought, and his eyes, which were originally closed, opened suddenly, "You just learned?!" The tone was obviously very suspicious of my skills, and I was a little unhappy, "Well, although I just learned, I followed the steps without the slightest mistake." ”

The master closed his eyes after looking at me for a long time and sighed, and at the end he praised me for the first time, "I have always been very serious about my work, and I have not made any mistakes......"

Now I was happy and began to pat myself on the back, "Of course, I was taught by my master, and my master is a meticulous person." ”

The master's closed eyelids twitched and ignored me. I thought he must have believed me, and I was glad to see that I had achieved such success. I held my chin to guard the master, guarding against the sneak attack of the cicada feathers. If the master is injured, I can't cultivate, if he takes advantage of the danger of others, then the master and I will be in danger. However, this cicada feather is really a freak, it has been quiet since the moment the thunder came, and I don't know what conspiracy he is brewing, but looking at the golden bell jar above my and my master's heads, I am a lot more relieved, no matter what the cicada feather has planned, as long as I and my master are in the golden bell jar, it will be safe.

Just as I was guessing, I heard someone scolding in my ear: "You and Zhu Bajie must be relatives......

I stood up angrily, and wanted to scold him loudly, 'You are Zhu Bajie's relative', but Yu Guang saw that the master was pranayama, and I squatted down indignantly and continued to guard the master, arguing with a bad person, didn't I really become a relative of Zhu Bajie?!