Covering the quilt on the young man on the bed, Chen Mengtian saw that Mo Zixuan in the house had left.

She surveyed the room, and finally focused her gaze on the back of the bed, a hidden place close to the bookshelves.

This place is a blind spot to enter the house.

If you don't come to you, you can't see anyone in it at all.

Chen Mengtian returned to his desk, picked up the clay pot on the table, and walked to the hidden corner.

When standing in the blind spot, she did not delay for a moment and quickly entered the space.

The Qinglian medical book records that the water of the space must be used to make all the medicines in the medical book.

It is the river that gives birth to the water of the green lotus.

Coming to the space, she quickly came to the river and put the clay pot on the river.

Squatting down, he reached out and took some river water and poured it into a clay pot containing medicinal herbs.

He then stood up and disappeared in place.

Outside the space, in the blind spot of the bookshelf, Chen Mengtian reappeared.

She walked out with the gun clay pot in her arms and sat down on the chair at the table.

Chen Mengtian stirred all the medicinal materials in the clay pot together and stirred them into a particularly viscous shape.

It's going to take time.

When her hands were sore, the medicine in the clay pot became sticky.

She can't stir without force.

Looking at the formed medicines, Chen Mengtian kneaded them one by one into pills with his hands.

The small pill was thrown into a small bottle and jar by her as soon as it was formed.

It's also a technical job, and each pill has to be the same amount.

Each pill is small, smaller than a fingernail cap of a pinky finger, and it takes time to press and mold.

It wasn't until an hour later that the little pill was finally completed.

Filled with almost five bottles, Chen Mengtian clapped his hands and stood up, moving his waist twice.

After sitting for a long time, her waist is not very comfortable and she is a little tired.

Seeing that it was getting late, she walked towards the living room, intending to see how Mo Zixuan was learning.

The curtain between the interior and the living room was lifted, making it seem less cold inside.

When Chen Mengtian walked to the living room, he saw Mo Zixuan lying on the table, looking at the annotation diagram she gave seriously.

"How's it going?"

Her sudden voice startled Mo Zixuan.

The young man stood up abruptly and turned to look at Chen Mengtian who was walking towards him.

"Girl, I have memorized it all, it can be said that I am reciting it backwards." A proud voice rang out.

"Oh? Then you carry it with me. ”

Chen Mengtian was a little skeptical.

Although it was only eight acupuncture points, she felt that it was still a little difficult to remember the order of each needle and the depth.

Because the depth of each needle in the lower acupoint is different.

After her voice fell, Mo Zixuan began to recite from the first stitch.

Including the depth of the needle, and the interval time is very clear.

Chen Mengtian walked to the table and picked up the annotation diagram on the table.

Mo Zixuan's back is really exactly the same.

She looked up at Mo Zixuan in front of her in surprise.

Suddenly felt that the shopkeeper Mo was not Lao Wang's boast before.

Mo Zixuan is really well-grounded, and his brain is active enough.

Especially when she was indoors before, when she asked the other party what medicinal herbs she had, the other party always pointed them out first.

After Mo Zixuan memorized all the contents on the annotation map, he saw Chen Mengtian looking at him in surprise, and thought that something was wrong.

His face changed a few times, and he asked cautiously, "Girl, but what's wrong?" ”

Chen Mengtian shook her head, and she sat on the chair in front of the table.

From beginning to end, her eyes did not leave Mo Zixuan's body.