Alchemy?

Ling He and the others looked confused, they had never heard of this word.

With a puzzled heart, Ling He and the others took all the medicinal materials to the backyard, and all the guards followed.

Especially after Ling He learned that Lei Xu's father and son had made a big fuss before, and also gave Ji Fengyan a great embarrassment, Ling He, who still had a trace of expectations for the Lei family's father and son, was completely desperate.

In this remote season city, they are the only ones who can protect the monsoon smoke.

Many of the guards were already tired and had no strength, and when they arrived in the backyard, everyone had a haggard face, and they didn't know what Monsoon Smoke was going to do, just when they were full of doubts, they suddenly saw Monsoon Smoke touch out a huge copper container out of thin air!

Fell to the ground with a thud!

Ling He and the others were even more dumbfounded, and they looked confused the whole time, watching the monsoon smoke light a bonfire under the huge container, and wisps of red light suddenly swirled out from the container.

Monsoon Smoke quickly sorted and processed those medicinal materials, and then put them into the furnace in batches.

This furnace tripod is an antiquity handed down by their master, and the refining speed is faster than that of ordinary furnace tripods, and the elixir refined is purer and the effect is better!

The sect of cultivating immortals has never asked for help, even if he is sick, he also refines the elixir by himself and is self-sufficient.

Ji Fengyan was not interested in alchemy, she was forced by her lazy master to refine the pill for more than ten years, and now she can refine the pill with her eyes closed.

When the medicinal herbs were put into the tripod, Monsoon Smoke casually folded a leaf of a banana tree from the side as a small fan, and squatted on the edge of the stove to fan the wind for a while.

The sunset was gradually engulfed in darkness, and Ling He and the others leaned aside tiredly, and they were already a little numb to their young lady's strange actions.

Just when they had begun to fall asleep, Monsoon Smoke suddenly exhaled: "It's finished!" ”

This sound completely made Ling He and their drowsiness disappear, and everyone trembled, and when they raised their eyes, they saw Monsoon Smoke take out a handful of dark brown pills from the copper container.

"Come on, come on, one for each person." Ji Fengyan smiled and took the pills that still had residual warmth, and put them in Ling He's hands one by one.

Ling He and the others stared at the stained "mud pill" in their hands, and their faces were entangled.

"Miss, what is this?"

"The elixir can heal your injuries." Ji Fengyan said with a smile.

Ling He's brows were almost wrinkled, he probably understood what Monsoon Smoke was doing, what alchemy? Miss, this is clearly refining potions!

A powerful pharmacist can refine potions to heal injuries, but most of those potions are liquids, Ling He has never seen this kind of "mud pill" form, he deeply feels that Monsoon Smoke may have been fooled by those bastards of the Ji family, mistakenly thinking that just throwing medicinal herbs together and burning them can make something to heal injuries.

After all, with the attitude of those people in the Ji family towards Monsoon Yan, how could they ask someone to teach her how to refine the potion!

You must know that pharmacists, even in the imperial capital, are very scarce!

Everyone was a little hesitant, but looking at the big shining eyes of Ji Fengyan, everyone couldn't bear to live up to Miss's kindness.

With the determination of a strong man to break his wrist, Ling He took the lead in swallowing the "mud pill" that seemed to make people have no appetite!