Time flies, and a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

The lockdown in mid-November was already covered in snow.

In the back kitchen of the City Lord's Mansion, a small blue brick house, the uncle and nephew were engrossed in refining the spiritual liquid.

The second uncle is controlling the spiritual fire and assisting from the side.

Because the elder brother only has Shuimu Linggen, the second uncle has a simple temperament, and he has no doubts about her identity.

Ling Canghai did not introduce external fire into the body, and used his own spiritual energy to condense, which was not as fierce as the fire demon fire, and he didn't feel it when he calcined the third-grade spirit plant, but when he reached the fourth-grade spirit plant, he felt difficult.

Ling Xi was beside the medicine furnace, holding his breath and concentrating on refining the medicine, always paying attention to reminding the second uncle to control the fire.

It was far more difficult than she imagined if the pills above the three grades wanted to fuse with each other, and for a long time, they were clearly separated from each other, and if they were forcibly mixed, there was a possibility of frying the furnace.

Even if it is barely fused, the formulation effect is not satisfactory, and it has to be redeveloped.

She has studied the existing elixir prescriptions, and the medicinal effects of various spirit plants have also been kept in mind, and she has used various modern proportioning and sorting methods to conduct experiments, even if the order of putting the spirit plants into it has been calculated in detail, it is necessary to find out the optimal preparation method.

However, there has been no progress for a long time.

Seeing that the sun was setting again and dusk, Ling Xi frowned.

She glanced at her second uncle, even if during this period of time, the flexibility and proficiency of the frequent control are getting higher and higher, but the long-term control is also very draining.

She sighed: "Second uncle, let's stop today." ”

After speaking, the man was already depressed and walked out of the door.

Ling Canghai looked at the tired back of the "eldest nephew", is this person who doesn't take a bath, doesn't comb his hair, and is sloppy with two big black circles on his head?

Yun'er is a talented and personable, attracting many girls to cultivate.

Although a few months ago, when the eldest nephew was developing a low-level spiritual liquid, he was also sloppy like a beggar.

But the dark green haggard face, the two eyes were radiant, and the excitement was completely different from now.

Now Yun'er's eyes are blank and her face is depressed, which is sad!

……

Ling Xi came out of the back kitchen, walked straight through the Yanwu Hall, and walked towards the bedroom.

During the period, I met Uncle Ling and Ling Feng talking about the new recruits of the city guards, she walked past the two of them, and the two of them didn't even notice it, and when they saw her appearance clearly, they were all shocked and their mouths trembled?

Is she ugly now?

Steward Ling was stunned and hurriedly followed.

"My lord, you haven't rested for a month, and you stay up all night every three or five days, how can your body stand it?"

"It's okay, eat a little more spirit fruit and spiritual meat, and you will be resurrected with full blood."

"My lord, listen to the old slave's persuasion, you are suppressing your physical potential, and it is not good for you......"

Ling Xi waved his hand and walked straight towards the bedroom.

Before closing the door, she said solemnly to Uncle Ling: "Uncle Ling, I want to rest!" Remember, no one is allowed to disturb, especially my mother! ”

After speaking, he closed the door with a collapsed face.

Uncle Ling stood in front of the door, his old face twisted.

Madame interrupted her again and again, didn't she just want the young lady to rest more?

Miss has been like this for a month, and in addition to going to the spiritual field every day, she only has to develop high-grade spiritual liquid.

Miss is a mortal fetus in the flesh, and it is really frightening to stay up all night every three or five days, and her eyes are redder than rabbits, which is better than the previous development of low-level spiritual liquid.

It's not that there are no mortal pharmacists, but there are many, especially secular doctors.

As a pharmacist, Miss is already excellent without the guidance of her master.