At this time, it was dawn, and the sky and earth were still gray and colored, as if they were still a little blurry with the streets. But it's much brighter than the night. If you look closely, you will find that at the gate of Weng's house, a burly middle-aged man is standing at this time. This person is the head of the Weng family - Weng Fan.

Although he stood there quietly, his hands and feet did not move, but he could read anxiety on his face. Yes, he was waiting for someone, someone who was important to their family, at least for the next two months.

The sun had already climbed to the roof, and he was still the only one standing outside the door, and the person he was waiting for had not yet come. He was obviously disappointed, but he continued to stand patiently outside the door.

"After all, do I think too much? The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. How can I expect this young man to solve a problem that even those masters who have been through a hundred years of hardship can't solve?" his tone revealed disappointment, and he prepared to turn away.

"The patriarch is waiting for me here early in the morning!" Just as he turned to leave, a familiar voice came, and he knew that the owner of this voice was the person he was waiting for.

He hurriedly turned around, and the tiredness of not closing his eyes all night was immediately covered by a smile: "Sir, I guessed that you would come back from collecting medicine, so I came out to pick you up." No, it didn't take long for you to come back. ”

He was clearly trying to hide the fact that he had been standing here all night. I have to say that he does pretend to be quite similar, but Zhao Yulong is different after all. When he followed Gu Xin, he learned to read words and looks, so he could see the tiredness hidden in the depths of Weng Fan's eyes.

"The patriarch doesn't look like he just got up, but like he hasn't closed his eyes all night. And judging from the ground under the patriarch's feet, there is significantly less dust under your feet than around. I'm afraid the patriarch has been waiting here all night!" Zhao Yulong said indifferently.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. In fact, Zhao Yulong just wanted to say his conjecture and get it confirmed, but Weng Fan obviously misunderstood what he meant.

His face turned a little pale, and his lips trembled: "This... Mr... It's not that I don't trust you, it's just this... He couldn't say a word for a long time.

"It's just that you're too anxious to make your daughter better! Don't worry! Patriarch, what I said will definitely be done. You don't have to worry so much. Zhao Yulong helped him finish this sentence with his own guess.

"Ahh In fact, he didn't have much hope that he could cure his daughter, he just hoped that there would be an alchemist in the family who could help refine the pill. And Zhao Yulong said that he wanted to leave for a while, which made him very uneasy. Because in the past, many people used to say this when they left, because they couldn't just say it and left in this euphemistic way. And Zhao Yulong did not return in the evening, so Weng Fan naturally waited outside the door anxiously.

But this can't be known to the alchemists, because in the eyes of those arrogant alchemists, a person who sleeps uncomfortably and waits outside the door all night is obviously a distrust of his own person. Because if it is trust, why are you so afraid that you will not come back? Therefore, Weng Fan was also afraid that Zhao Yulong would have such thoughts, so he couldn't speak for a while.

"Patriarch, why are you still standing outside the door?" At this time, Zhao Yulong had already opened the door and walked into the Weng family's mansion, while Weng Fan was still standing there.

"Uh... This... Sir, I stood all night and my legs were numb, can you please give me a hand. ”

Helpless, Zhao Yulong could only help him in. Who told him to wait for himself all night.

After Zhao Yulong helped Weng Fan into the chair in the lobby, he turned around and left. Just as he was going out a short distance, he suddenly remembered something and ran back again.

"By the way, patriarch, I forgot to ask you, who is the closest person to Weng Xiangwu?" Zhao Yulong's expression looked very urgent, so Weng Fan answered him without asking him the purpose of understanding this.

"If you want to talk about the closest person to Xiao Wu, it's only her deceased mother. Since that happened, she usually hides from everyone, but every year Qingming will take the initiative to ask me for paper money to worship her mother. She was a sensible child, but since that incident, alas!"

"So, patriarch, do you have a portrait of her mother?" Zhao Yulong hurriedly asked.

"Yes, I'll give it to you. With that, he got up and opened the painting behind him, and there was a recessed square hole in the wall behind the painting, and a small box was placed in it. Weng Fan took out the small box, it was very clean and dust-free, and it seemed that he often took it out.

Finally, he opened the box, and there was a rolled-up portrait inside: "Sir, this is the portrait of my inner man, I wonder what Mr. is going to do?"

I have to say that this Weng Fan's feelings are really single-minded! The patriarch of other people's families has at least three wives and four concubines, but he only married one, and after her death, his portrait was regarded as a treasure.

After Zhao Yulong wrote down the portrait, he motioned for Weng Fan to take it back: "Patriarch, I still need your favor." ”

"Sir, please tell me, as long as I can do it, I will definitely help him do it. ”

Seeing Weng Fan like that, Zhao Yulong couldn't help but want to laugh, this Weng Patriarch couldn't help but be too excited! But Zhao Yulong's face was still serious: "Patriarch, don't be so troublesome, as long as you cooperate, first of all, you relax first." ”

In fact, Zhao Yulong didn't need to say this at all, because Weng Fan was already very relaxed. But for the sake of insurance, he still reminded Weng Fan.

Weng Fan was naturally very cooperative, after all, this was not something very difficult to do. Seeing that Weng Fan had relaxed, Zhao Yulong used illusion, which was already familiar to him, and Weng Fan was very cooperative, so he succeeded without using the dragon flute.

At this time, a woman with a kind face appeared in front of Weng Fan's eyes. It can be seen that Weng Fan is very excited.

However, Zhao Yulong still pointed to the illusion and asked, "Patriarch, is your lady like this?"

"Exactly! Sir is really a god! This is exactly the same! If it weren't for Mr. here, I almost thought Madame would have come back to life!" Weng Fan was very excited. After speaking, Zhao Yulong left the lobby and went to the alchemy pharmacy.

"I don't understand, it's enough to use pills to cure her illness, why do you still use illusions. Isn't this a waste of time?"

"If you don't understand the way of medicine, you don't know the purpose of it. In general, the disease can be cured with pills. However, she is different after all. She has a heart disease, medicine can only play a counseling role, and what can really cure her is her own heart!"

"Her heart doesn't understand. So what are you going to do now?"

"Of course it's alchemy!" Zhao Yulong glanced at her and walked towards the alchemy pharmacy.

The alchemy room was still very quiet, and it seemed that she hadn't been seen since the last time she scared the little guy away, so it seemed that she was really scared.

"It's just right that the little guy is not here, it's more convenient for me to refine the medicine, so as not to be disturbed. ”

After speaking, Zhao Yulong planned to take the medicinal materials for refining the Heart Nourishing Pill, but he thought about it for a while and first took out the medicinal materials for refining the Huiling Pill.

"Forget it, it's a pity if there is only one medicinal herb in case it fails. I'd better refine the elixir to warm up first!"

A few moments later, hundreds of bottles of pills had been refined. Although those pills had been sealed in the bottle, there was still a strong pill incense floating out, which was very fragrant and fragrant.

Generally speaking, among the same elixir, the stronger the danxiang, the better the elixir. And judging from the medicinal fragrance of these elixirs, this is definitely the best elixir in the Huiling Pill. Not only is the pill high-quality, but also mass-produced, this kind of alchemist is a crazy person who is robbed wherever he goes. But Zhao Yulong didn't show himself too much, because his special identity really couldn't make himself too obvious.

After asking the subordinates of the Weng Mansion to send the pill over, Zhao Yulong was ready to refine the Heart Nourishing Pill.

In fact, the grade of the Heart Nourishing Pill is not high, only five grades. However, its control over the medicinal power of the elixir is extremely strict.

Nourishing Heart Pill, as the name suggests, is an elixir used to nourish the mind. Therefore, its medicinal power should not be too weak, otherwise it will not work. And it can't be too intense, otherwise it won't be able to calm people's minds.

Therefore, this elixir is extremely harsh, and the consumption of spiritual power is even more serious. Therefore, someone once said that another king-level pill can be refined, and the five-grade heart-nourishing pill can not be refined. It can be seen how heavy the torture in the heart of the alchemist is when refining the heart nourishing pill, and it is no wonder that there are people who say, "Those who cultivate the heart must first cultivate their hearts before they can become pills." ”

Of course, this is just an exaggerated statement by alchemists, but it also shows that the difficulty of refining the Heart Nourishing Pill is definitely not something that ordinary alchemists with weak minds can refine. But Zhao Yulong didn't care when he refined it.

After all, he was different from other alchemists, he had paid more attention to the practice of spiritual power since he was a child, which was inseparable from the cultivation of the way of battle domination and illusion.

Therefore, in his opinion, this Heart Nourishing Pill is just a relatively easy thing.

An hour later, Zhao Yulong wiped the sweat on his head. At this time, a pill had been packed into a small jade bottle, and this was the Heart Nourishing Pill.