Chapter 11 The real yàn party is mighty, and the real yàn party is rippling

There are many people who have no sleep at night. There is no such thing as "insomnia" in this world, but there are so many reasons why people can't sleep.

Waterfront City.

On an inconspicuous street, an even more inconspicuous shop pù.

In the shop, the lights flickered like beans. The old shopkeeper, who was in his sixties, bowed slightly with his back to the door of the store at this time, and stood in front of the square table a few steps away. On the other side of the square table, a middle-aged man in his forties who looked unremarkable sat in a chair, his right hand gently tapping a text.

If someone who knows perspective comes over, they will find that in this manuscript, what is copied is Fang Tiantuo's version of "Journey to the West" to this world.

The spine of the glued seal slammed against the table, making a barely audible but rhythmic sound. If Fang Tian was here, he would have sensitively noticed that the sound, in one fell swoop, would not differ by more than 0.001 seconds.

On the table, there is also a small bamboo tube that is still neatly made, but it is definitely not delicate.

"Such a thing, Giant Rock City sells for 10 gold coins?" After a long time, the middle-aged man said lightly.

"Yes, sir. The old shopkeeper said in a dignified and simple manner. He didn't know what the Lord meant by that, did he mean that 10 gold coins were expensive, or was it cheap?

"It's working, I've had people test it. Below the tripole martial arts, you can save twice as much time. Fourth-level martial arts, you can save twice as much time. A fifth-level martial artist, you can save half the time. ”

The middle-aged man continued. After he finished speaking, the old shopkeeper said cautiously: "Then, what about you, my lord?"

"It doesn't work for me. The middle-aged man put down the text in his hand, picked up the small bamboo tube on the table, which was only slightly thicker than the knuckles of his thumb, uncorked the wooden cork, poured out a little powder from it and put it on the palm of his left hand, and said while playing with his eyes: "What is the result on your side?"

"That's exactly what I want to report to you, my lord. Outcome...... It's not ideal. The old shopkeeper tightened his hand, which seemed to be a little sweaty, and said carefully.

"Oh?" the middle-aged man raised his eyes and looked across the side.

The old shopkeeper was so nervous by his voice that he said a little faster: "My lord, I have gathered more than half of the famous alchemists and alchemists in the city, and two alchemists have identified some of the ingredients in this potion, which are six kinds of grass. Then we experimented with these six grasses, but ...... Your Excellency, please come down with me and see for yourself. As he spoke, the old shopkeeper sighed helplessly.

In the courtyard behind this small shop, there is a world of difference.

On the side of the courtyard is a wooden staircase, but this staircase does not go up, but extends down. The old shopkeeper and the middle-aged man bent down the stairs one after the other.

After turning a few flights of stairs, I walked down the tunnel for a short time, and then suddenly it became clear that every few steps there was a blazing torch illuminating the underground space.

At this time, this space, which is about 200 square meters, is full of strange smells.

There are even some people in strange clothes who are busy.

Some of them hold the grass in front of their eyes and look at it like fools, some put it in their mouths and chew it and babble incessantly, some of them put their long hair on the torch and burn it, and when the hair burns to the scalp, they jump up like madmen, flutter their teeth and claws to extinguish the fire on their heads, and then grab a strand of hair and put it on the torch......

There is another one, simply not to the ground, with his head on the wall, the earthen wall has been knocked by him a big recess, there is a waiter-like person on the side comforting him, persuading him, I don't know whether he is afraid that he will break his head, or the wall will be broken.

Seeing the two of them coming, a man who looked like a principal trotted over, and was about to salute, but was interrupted by the old shopkeeper: "Britt, don't talk nonsense, you report the results of the experiment to this gentleman in detail." ”

"Yes, sir. The chief named Britt still saluted the old shopkeeper, and then stretched out his hand to invite the middle-aged man: "This lord, please come with me." ”

"Look, my lord, these are the six grasses we've identified. The master had led the two of them to a large wooden table in the center of the underground space, and pointed to the six apparently new plants of various sizes and shapes on the table. ,

"We experimented with these six herbs, and first we had six people each eat one type of grass, and two of them just felt bitter in their mouths, but nothing else. There was a man with a stubble, a man with a small red spot, a man who rolled on the ground with a headache, and another man who had eaten grass and had itchy spots, and he scratched himself in several places. ”

"Then we boiled each of the six kinds of grass in water and let people go down and soak it. One person had a swollen body, one person didn't feel it that day, but the next day his whole body was sore, and the other four people didn't feel anything. ”

"In other words, none of these six grasses, when separated, have a restorative effect?" Hearing this, the middle-aged man said lightly, not seeming to be surprised.

"Yes, sir. The master replied, and then continued: "Then we mixed together the six identified grasses and boiled them in water." But the water that came out of it stinked terribly, and the water was so black that two of his brothers were fainted before they could go down to soak in it. The three brothers who went down to soak have been for three days and have not eaten a single meal. As soon as they saw the food, they vomited desperately, and they were about to vomit out of shape. The chief said this, with a sad expression.

"What do they think?" asked the middle-aged man, pointing to the place where the alchemists were not far away.

"They're even more ......," the principal looked indescribably strange, "Altinti burned the grass to ashes with fire, and because his nose was close to him when it was burned, he didn't know what strange smell he smelled, and he was now holding his head and hitting the wall for a long time, na...... That's it. ”

The principal pointed to the little old man in his fifties who hit the wall not far away, and then pointed to the strange old man who burned his hair with fire and said: "Mr. Mings thinks that these grasses grow from the ground, so they must be treated with the earth element, but the grass that has been treated by him has no effect, whether it is a single one, or six kinds of together, and boiled in water, and the boiled water can be drunk as white water." ”

"But Mr. Ackerman's mention is a bit reliable. He mentioned that the grass was soaked with water elements, but ......"