Lu Zhan has a complete memory of cultivation, and he has no teacher on how to master the fire.

Every ten minutes or so, Lu Zhan had to adjust the size of the fire. First simmer over a high heat, then boil over low heat. Boil for one or twenty minutes, and then burn over medium heat.

Lu Zhan sat on the chair, staring at the fire, not feeling bored at all.

Over the years, Lu Zhan has nothing but patience.

After boiling on medium heat for about ten minutes, the smell of paste came from the casserole.

Lu Zhan frowned, a little nervous in his heart.

In my memory, the cultivator was refining the pill, and when all the medicinal materials were put into the alchemy furnace, he kept his head on the fire. The lid has never been opened.

Now there is a mushy smell in the casserole, but there is still nearly half an hour before the two-and-a-half-hour time. If you continue to burn like this, you have to burn the house down.

What should I do? You can't really burn down the house.

Lu Zhan simply lifted the lid of the casserole and decisively added water.

Afraid that the water would not be enough, Lu Zhan added two more bowls of water.

After adding water, Lu Zhan turned on the fire and continued to simmer.

When he was adding water just now, Lu Zhan looked at it, and the water had turned dark brown, and it also exuded a strange taste, a bit like stinky tofu.

Lu Zhan sat down again, measuring the time. He added water halfway, does it mean that the time of this pot of medicine will also be extended?

Lu Zhan thought about it and simply added another fifteen minutes.

Lu Zhan thought, is it really good that he is so 'improvised'?

This pot of medicine can really be refined, and it is estimated that God opened a window for him.

At this time, Lu Zhan no longer had hope for this pot of medicine. Love what's going on, it's all up to God's will.

With the attitude that everything has a beginning and an end, and he also wants to give himself an explanation, Lu Zhan will continue to sit in the kitchen and persevere.

After that, Lu Zhan added another bowl of water and adjusted the fire three times.

The last five minutes are the most critical five minutes, which determine whether the pot of medicine can succeed or not.

Although Lu Zhan had no hope for this pot of medicine, he had worked hard for so long, and he was only five minutes away, so he couldn't give up his efforts at this time.

The last herb of the Qi Nourishing Pill is called Ice Condensation Grass, and it is put in the last five minutes, at the moment before the pill is formed.

Lu Zhan didn't have ice condensation grass, and he couldn't find a substitute for the medicinal herbs, so he simply wrapped the cabbage leaves with ice cubes instead.

Looking at such a rough 'Ice Condensation Grass', Lu Zhan couldn't bear to look at it directly.

It's brutal!

He himself is disgusted with himself, is there such a casual refining of medicine?

Lu Zhan closed his eyes, wrapped the cabbage leaves in ice cubes and put them in the casserole, and then quickly closed the lid.

If you put salt, monosodium glutamate, and pepper, you can eat it in the pot.

Lu Zhan's mind was opened. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he felt funny.

As soon as the ice cubes are thrown in, there is a sizzling sound inside the pot.

also "banged", Lu Zhan thought that the pot was about to explode.

Lu Zhan looked at the casserole nervously, at this time the fire had been adjusted to the minimum, only a little faint flame remained, and it felt that it would be extinguished as soon as the wind blew.

Lu Zhan looked at the time nervously, five minutes, it felt like five hours was long.

The last second passed, and Lu Zhan decisively turned off the fire.

Lu Zhan didn't rush to open the casserole. You have to wait for the medicine inside to cool before you can open the lid.

"Lu Zhan, do you want to help?" Lu Mingyu shouted outside the door.

"Mom, go to sleep, I'm fine. ”

Looking at the time, it was already past twelve o'clock in the morning, and it was almost a little bit. Tomorrow morning, no, it should be said that this morning, Lu Mingyu will get up at six o'clock. If you don't sleep at this time, how can you have the energy to cope with a day's high-intensity work during the day.

Lu Mingyu was not at ease, "Is it really okay?"

"Mom, I'm fine. Can't die. ”

"Okay, then I'll go to sleep first. After speaking, Lu Mingyu muttered again: "Little rabbit cub, he talks about death and death all day long, and he doesn't understand taboos at all." ”

Listening to Lu Mingyu's nagging, Lu Zhan smiled.

The casserole cooled for half an hour, which was enough. Lu Zhan got up from his chair.

Lu Zhan took a deep breath, success or failure is here, whether it is dead or alive, it depends on whether this pot of medicine can be successful.

Lu Zhan closed his eyes and lifted the lid of the casserole. I didn't smell a strange smell, but there was a medicinal fragrance, which came to my nose.

Lu Zhan slowly opened his eyes, lowered his head, and looked into the casserole.

A black mess, is this the elixir he worked so hard to refine?

Lu Zhan lifted the casserole and put it under the light to look at it.

At the bottom of the casserole, there was a layer of black plaster that was covered with a layer of residue on the side.

Was this a success?

Lu Zhan poured out the medicinal residue in the casserole first. If it is not clean, scrape it with a spoon.

After processing the residue, Lu Zhan gently scraped off the black ointment sticking to the bottom of the pot with a spoon.

It was the first time in his life to do such meticulous work, but Lu Zhan didn't feel rusty at all, but like a veteran.

Lu Zhan thought to himself, not only did he have the memories and knowledge of a cultivator, but the memories of a cultivator seemed to be influencing him as well.

For example, to master the heat, such as to do this kind of meticulous work. Lu Zhan even felt that his knife skills must be good, and he would definitely be able to surpass Lu Mingyu, and maybe he could compare to the chef in a five-star hotel with practice.

Scraping off all the ointments, Lu Zhan carefully checked the bottom of the pot again to make sure that there was no residue, and then Lu Zhan put down the casserole.

In a white porcelain bowl, a black ointment is placed. It looks like a good match.

489 yuan for a pair of medicines, the refined ointment, that is, the size of a black chicken and white phoenix pill.

The black chicken white phoenix pill is compacted, and the ointment in the bowl is scattered, and it is not as big as a black chicken white phoenix pill.

Lu Zhan put the ointment on the tip of his nose and smelled it, there was a faint smell of medicine.

Lu Zhan was very puzzled, did he practice it, or did he not practice it? Is this the Qi Nourishing Pill? It is different from what he remembers. After refining in memory, it is a complete elixir.

But if you want to say failure, I haven't heard of anyone who boils Chinese medicine for a few hours and can boil out the ointment. The residue is about the same.

First of all, whether it is refined or not, the key is whether this ointment can be eaten, and will it eat the dead?

Do you want to find someone to try first?

"Meow ......"

A cat meow came from the back door.

Lu Zhan hurriedly opened the back door.

It was none other than Little Flower Cat.

Lu Zhan would sit on the ground in the courtyard every night and practice the "Health Tips". Every time, the little flower cat will appear on time.

As for the black cat, Uncle Cat, sometimes he comes and sometimes he doesn't, it all depends on his mood.

Tonight, Lu Zhan didn't practice on time, and the little flower cat waited on the wall for a long time. Before leaving, the little flower cat meowed twice, but she didn't expect a miracle to appear.

Lu Zhan opened the door and came to the courtyard.

The little cat jumps off the wall.

After so many days of getting along, Xiaohua Cat was not afraid of Lu Zhan, but she did not take the initiative to approach Lu Zhan. Instead, he was a few steps away from Lu Zhan, tilting his head and looking at Lu Zhan curiously.

Lu Zhan returned to the kitchen, filled half a bowl of rice, put a little bone broth, pinched a small piece of ointment and put it in the rice, stirred it with chopsticks, poured it into the stainless steel rice basin, and placed it at the kitten's feet.

The little flower cat is not afraid of Lu Zhan, which does not mean that it is not vigilant.

Lu Zhan put the rice in front of it, and the little flower cat did not immediately come forward to eat.

Lu Zhan knew this, and simply retreated behind the door. A few nights ago, Lu Zhan also put down his meal and left.

As soon as Lu Zhan left, the little flower cat moved.

The little flower cat first touched the stainless steel rice bowl with its front paws, and then quickly retracted it. He looked left and right vigilantly, but saw no one, and then stretched out his front paws to test the stainless steel rice bowl.

After repeated several attempts to make sure that there was no danger, the kitten approached the rice bowl, smelled the smell, and tasted carefully, and the taste seemed to be good. The little flower cat "meowed" twice, and then buried its head in eating.

Lu Zhan hid behind the door and observed the little cat's reaction through the crack in the door.

Using the little flower cat to test the medicine, Lu Zhan also had to do it.

A small half bowl of rice is enough for cats to eat.

The well-fed little flower cat, licking its paws and whiskers, looked satisfied.

Suddenly, the little flower cat fell to the ground, rolled its belly upward, and screamed "meow, meow" in its mouth, which sounded a little miserable.

Lu Zhan's heart tightened, isn't it, he can really eat dead people.

Lu Zhan was very annoyed and was about to rush out.

At this time, the little flower cat suddenly turned over and climbed up, looking energetic, and rushed to the back of the door to "meow", as if he knew that Lu Zhan was hiding behind the door.

Is the cat okay?

Lu Zhan was pleasantly surprised.

Does this mean that he succeeded?