Putting aside the alchemy materials that had been purchased, Feng Zizhen walked towards Du Rong's room, he was still a little worried, whether this disciple with inferior spiritual roots would be lazy at this time.

"At this time, he should also be able to see the danger of the smell of the dead grass to the monks. He thought silently.

Before approaching Durong's room, Fengzi really heard the high-frequency impact of the grinding rod and the bucket, and he raised his eyebrows, ordinary disciples will always try to reduce the amplitude and frequency of the agitation in their hands to reduce the volatilization of the smell when they find the harm of this smell.

However, grinding the medicine with a small range of action is not only time-consuming, but also incomplete for the crushing of the slag. And this kind of loud and crisp sound to break the plant structure as much as possible was the first time he had heard it among all the disciples who had been under his disciples.

Walking outside the room, I pushed open the door that was very well sealed, and saw Du Rong holding the bucket with one hand, and the grinding rod in the other hand and knocking hard, the juice in the bucket was splashing, and Du Rong's body and face were full of green marks at this time.

From time to time, he played with his hands in it, pulling out the skins of useless plants as thick as a hair and throwing them into the scrap basket beside him, and his hands were dyed a deep green as a result. Although the windows were wide open at this time, there was still a faint fragrance of herbs wafting around.

Toyoko Shin waved her sleeves to dispel the smell around him, and walked over.

"The disciple pays a visit to Uncle Feng. Durong, who was still busy, saw Feng Zizhen come in, hurriedly stood up, picked up the back of his hand and wiped the grass juice on his face and saluted him.

At this time, he had already changed his clothes, and the previous one had traces of being burned, anyway, his one was the same, and he couldn't find any difference after changing.

Feng Zizhen also saw it at this time, and there was a basin on the ground next to Du Rong, which was actually full of green grass and meat puree.

He glanced into the bucket from a distance, and saw that the ground grass meat was already very delicate, and all the coarse fibers of the outer skin had been removed, and the grass meat inside had been ground into the most delicate appearance. Flick the outer wall of the bucket, these muddy grass-like ones can even ripple layer by layer, and those in the pot are all normal.

This situation made Fengzi really surprised, refining the Raw Blood Pill, the main ingredient was actually these mud-like things after grinding with withered grass.

The most important thing is the delicacy and purity of this grass and meat puree, the coarse fibers on their outer walls are useless, but if the monk directly pulls out these outer skins by hand, the juice will directly penetrate into the body and have greater interference with cultivation, so it is generally filtered with a strainer, but the strainer will also sieve many useful raw materials.

Therefore, for a dead grass to be effectively used for alchemy, almost half of the wasted part is wasted, and the treatment of filter residue is also a waste of people's energy and time.

In terms of the grinding effect and quantity of Durong at the moment, the semi-finished products he made in this morning are enough for the results of the previous six people, and the raw materials wasted in the past have been reduced by half.

Although the price of withered grass is not very high for a monk, one plant is ten spirit stones, but it also takes a dozen to purify, concentrate and refine into a blood pill, and it also requires one hundred and twenty spirit stones. Durong's practice of directly contacting the dead grass and grass residue by hand directly reduced the cost of a Blood Pill by sixty spirit stones. Sixty spirit stones is also a considerable amount of wealth for a low-level Qi refining stage cultivator.

Seeing this situation, Feng Zizhen rarely showed a very surprised look on his face, he patted Du Rong's shoulder vigorously, and Du Rong only felt that his bones were about to be dislocated by this forceful pat, and his face showed a painful expression, which also made the excited old man look a little embarrassed, and quickly put his hand down.

"Okay, you are the worst disciple since the establishment of the Alchemy Hall, but with this seriousness and fearless spirit of sacrifice, no one has been able to match it in the past ten years. If you can do it at this pace, I can directly call the shots, and I will give you a commission of 20% for every ten plants you handle!"

Feng Zizhen's words were full of excitement, and he directly promised Du Rong a very generous reward.

Du Rong listened to Fengzi's praise, what is the worst qualification but the most serious work, and almost rolled his eyes to him. However, he was very surprised by his generosity, but others took the initiative to promise benefits to themselves, don't be in vain, he is not a fool, so he is also very happy to thank him: "Thank you Uncle Feng for the reward, the disciple will definitely do a good job." ”

Fengzi really saw that this kid would climb up the pole, but this clear temperament was also very much to his liking.

He roughly estimated the amount of medicinal herb meat puree in the pot, which was about forty plants, and without hesitation, he directly ordered eighty lower-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and handed them to him.

Du Rong didn't expect this old man to be so direct, just give it when he said it, eighty lower-grade spirit stones can be taken out of the storage bag and fill a small cloth bag, and he had to take his clothes and pocket them.

When he started, he had also read the relevant door rules and precepts, and he also knew that the average low-level Qi refining disciple could receive from the sect in a year was only twenty low-grade spirit stones, and he received a four-year reward from others in just one afternoon, although Sima Tong told him that there was a lot of oil and water here, but he didn't think it would be to this extent.

If Sima Tong knew about it, even people with his high-level qi cultivation would be eager to blackmail and exploit him.

But at the same time, Du Rong also has an understanding of the price of this withered grass, a plant is worth ten low-grade spirit stones, although it is not expensive among monks, but it is a great price for ordinary mortals, you must know that the house that his parents found in the city is only this price.

Unexpectedly, this primary herb that he used to call "Law Blood Grass" everywhere in the past has not only changed its name here, but even its value is completely different.

On the other hand, he was a little dizzy by this sudden huge amount of money, and Fengzi really felt very surprised and surprised.

Unexpectedly, a disciple with extremely poor qualifications had completely given up on cultivation, and was willing to be a mortal to grind medicine so diligently, this trade-off As a cultivator, he really couldn't find someone with a second "courage", and these spirit stones also deserved it.

But at the same time, Feng Zizhen also had other plans, since Durong had both fire and wood spirit roots, that is, he could be an alchemist.

And he himself is now running around for the materials of the Golden Pill, as well as the continuous refining trial and error in the early stage, not only in terms of time but also money is far from enough, he himself needs to find time to refine the Golden Pill, but at the same time, he also needs to rely on refining the Blood Pill to sell it to supply his own financial consumption, but there are always trade-offs between these two aspects, which makes him feel big all of a sudden.

And after a strange boy came here, he seemed to feel that his previous troubles had a perfect solution, and he looked at Du Rong fixedly at this time, as if there was a gold and silver treasure mountain in front of him, and showed a very obscene smile.

Du Rong was stared at and looked a little creepy, although he received such a big benefit at once, but he didn't have any good luck with a broken back, especially since the other party was still a terrible-looking old man.

So he called the other party to resolve the current embarrassing situation: "Uncle Feng?"

Being shouted like this, Toyoko Shin also recovered from her beautiful imagination of the future. "Take the medicine you just grinded, and follow me to the alchemy room. After saying this, he walked to the alchemy room where he had been before.

Seeing that the old man seemed to be thinking about something else for a while, he also breathed a sigh of relief, poured the ground material in the bucket into the basin, and followed with the basin.