The other party was white, with a round face and a round nose, He Lingchuan remembered that this face was indeed A Luo, a medical soldier on the battlefield.

Ah Luo glared at Hu Min: "Buy medicine, don't get in my way!" "Didn't you see he's busy?

"I brought Brother He to you to ask for a recipe for emperor slurry!"

Ah Luo looked at He Lingchuan, and there was confusion in his eyes, not knowing which number this was.

Obviously, he doesn't have the aura of a protagonist who can make people unforgettable.

Hu Min coughed: "In the battle of the river valley, he broke his arm, I broke my leg, and you wrapped them like zongzi, remember?" ”

Arlo let out a long "oh": "It turned out to be you!" He reached out and grabbed He Lingchuan's arm and pressed it twice, and said with satisfaction, "The physique is good, and he has recovered better than him." ”

He Lingchuan said in his heart that this is not right, it is a fracture, the so-called injured muscles and bones move for a hundred days, even if there is an elixir treatment, it is difficult to fully recover in a month, Hu Min is an example.

He was able to heal quickly because he lived in reality, and he went in and out of a dream, and the injuries he suffered in the previous dream were erased.

This Arlo is proficient in pharmacology, but he doesn't think it's strange, thinking that the broken knife is doing it.

It seems that this is a dream after all, and maybe some unreasonable things make sense.

Ah Luo looked at Hu Min again: "Only he wants Fangzi?" ”

Hu Min rubbed his hands and smiled: "If it's convenient, you can open one for me too?" ”

"Inconvenient!"

He Lingchuan coughed lightly: "Time is precious, doesn't Ah Luo still have to go out to grab medicine?" ”

"I'll give you both a prescription, okay!" Ah Luo looked at Hu Min, "But I refine the medicinal herbs that the emperor scattered for his own use, and you will reimburse him." He pointed to his cabin with his backhand, "I'm poor now, and I'm short of money." ”

"Alright, alright." Hu Min pursed his lips, "Isn't it just spending some military feats?" Brother, I have! ”

Ah Luo let the two of them enter the door, each asked for a diagnosis, and checked He Lingchuan's true power operation, and finally opened one for each of them.

He is not as recognizable as ordinary doctors. He Lingchuan compared the two prescriptions, and there were really several differences.

Ah Luo quickly wrote, stuffed the prescription into the hands of the two of them, and then said the cooking method of the medicine powder: "Any container is fine, and the most important thing is not to use metal bottles and cans!" ”

He Lingchuan remembered them one by one, and then handed over a small packet with a chewing cigarette or two.

It's a good thing to use as a favor.

After receiving his thank you, Ah Luo's face looked much better: "You are better than the surnamed Hu." The next time you are sick and short of medicine, you can still come to me. ”

He Hu and the two went out and walked back.

Hu Min sighed: "Ah Luo was not like this before. But he's not bad now, and he naturally knows it after a long time. ”

He said again: "I see the tree in your yard, the branches of the tree stretch to the house next door, remember to cut off the branches and leaves that cross the boundary before dark, otherwise it will be difficult to define the emperor slurry on it." This happened the year before last, two neighbors have been friends for more than ten years, and they fought for the emperor slurry on the leaves, and the people's brains were beaten into dog brains, and the last one was killed and two were injured, and those who survived had to be arrested to do coolies. ”

Panlong City doesn't arrest people to go to jail because it doesn't welcome anyone who eats white food. Once convicted, most of the prisoners will be sent to work as coolies in mines, roads and bridges, and logistics, while female prisoners will make clothes, farm, and sew, and will not be idle anyway.

"Also, I've been out of town a lot lately. If the emperor slurry falls on the wasteland, it will definitely cause a commotion of beasts and monsters, and it is very unsafe in the wild. Hu Min scratched his head, "After the appearance of Emperor Liulu last time, Xianyouguo had no experience in a military camp, so he stupidly set up the camp directly on the plain, and as a result, he was directly trampled flat by the bull demon led by thousands of restless bison, and countless deaths and injuries were inflicted. ”

He Lingchuan said with a smile: "How to deal with the Emperor Liquid Pulp obtained by the Meritorious Department, and it is also refined into pill powder?" ”

"Martial law will begin in the whole city tonight, and there are special people inside and outside the city to collect the emperor's slurry. It is said that the last time they got a fist-sized piece of Emperor Liquid Paste by the river. ”

Although the people are confined to their homes, then the streets, squares, markets, and even the entire Chipa Plateau can be collected by the officials at will.

Five Generations of Rivers, Mountains and Moons

And the preservation time of the emperor liquid pulp is very short, which tests the organization, scheduling and transportation capabilities.

"There are a lot of medicines that they can refine with Emperor Liquid Pulp, which can generate muscle and blood, recover fatigue, and even dying and hanging, all of which have miraculous effects. There is also a kind of green jade ointment, taking a pill the size of a mung bean before practicing, it is not twice the result with half the effort, but more than three times the effect, that is, the price is too expensive, and it takes a lot of military merit to get it. He sighed, "I've just swallowed one, and the effect is good, and I will never forget it!" ”

He Lingchuan looked at him with blank eyes: "What about the Danfang of the green jade paste?" ”

"Nope! I'm not a pharmacist! Hu Min scolded with a smile, "I heard that there will be no more than three people in this city, and Ah Luo will not either." ”

"Oh." It's not disappointment, it's life.

"By the way, speaking of free, I almost forgot one important thing!" Hu Min straightened his face, "What basic exercises do you practice?" ”

"The family tradition of tuna is called 'traction'."

"Isn't it a systematic general program of practice?"

"It's not." This is also the most depressed place for He Lingchuan, "It's just the most basic mental method." ”

The He family didn't pass down many good things, and the three of the He family's father and son practiced this mental method, especially the original body practiced the most diligently, and they didn't see any special abilities.

The ceiling is a bit low.

"That's good, that's great, you're clean!" Hu Min patted him and laughed, "The opposite side of the Pengcheng Department that we went to just now is the Boosting Agency, which specializes in all kinds of supernatural powers!" ”

He Lingchuan's joy is not trivial: "Really? ”

The broken knife is really intimate, he is worried that there is no way to cultivate, so it will come to send warmth.

"There are five basic mental methods that are officially implemented. You go to the Boosting Agency, and someone will recommend it to you after testing. Hu Min instructed him, "The basic mental method is open to all people in Panlong City, and it is free to teach and guide. All kinds of other supernatural cultivation techniques are exchanged for merit. ”

"By the way, the Promotion Agency will also invite masters and powerful people to preach and teach from time to time, and there are all kinds of them, most of which do not include venue fees, don't miss it."

He Lingchuan's eyes lit up when he heard it: Isn't this a lecture by a famous teacher, or a public welfare! And with the tonality of Panlong City, it is unlikely that the lake will come, and the famous people invited must have dry goods.

He couldn't wait to go out right now and go straight to the boosting department.

But when the two talked about this, the sun was already setting in the west. There will be a curfew tonight, and it is far away from the official office, and Hu Min still has to go to grab medicine, and he can't stay longer.

"Do you want me to help you prepare an extra pair of herbs?"

"No!" He Lingchuan received thirty taels of silver today, so he generously hired a carriage to send him home.

Walking back to his wooden house, He Lingchuan lay on the bed, "poof", raising a lot of dust.

The bed was hard, crunched when he turned over, and He Lingchuan could still smell the musty smell - this place had not been inhabited for a long time. But he was surprisingly happy and relaxed.

In the City of Legends, he actually has a home.

Since then, there has been a foothold.

The future is promising.

When he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, he suddenly remembered the three verses that the old turtle demon had given him.

One of the sentences, "exploring the truth in the virtual", does it refer to the Panlong dream?

The broken knife won't drag him into his dream for no reason, maybe he can find a way to break the game and save his life here?

He should be more serious and attentive to these dreams.

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This time, no one bothered, He Lingchuan woke up by himself.

Seeing that the bedroom was very spacious, he couldn't help but sigh.

This came back to reality, and the broken knife didn't let him stay in his dreams until dark. At the same time, he also remembered that he had practiced pranayama after taking the emperor's flow pulp, and only then did he enter the dream dragon city.

He Lingchuan took out the broken knife from under the pillow, stroked it and said, "Why did you suddenly catch me in a dream, is it because of the emperor's slurry?" ”

Ce Yingjun just bumped into the emperor who happened once in decades, and Dream City also simulated relevant content for him, and it happened that there were many things that were called artificial.

Broken Knife remained silent, of course, and did not respond in any way.

However, He Lingchuan lowered his head, and just happened to see that the divine bone chain pendant on his neck flashed red light twice at the end.

The last time he woke up from Dream City, the thing was glowing too.

It occurred to him that the soldiers and civilians of Dream City always seemed to glance at his chest before showing kindness, and that there were thieves who wanted to steal the bones.

Could it be that this thing has become his pass to Dream City?

He Lingchuan was stunned for a while, and suddenly patted his head: "Hey, how did you forget the most important thing!" ”

He got dressed and left Zhuangzi, and rode straight to the town of Shuanghe.

By this time it was getting dark again.

It took him three hours to take pranayama at one time, and the guards guarding the door for him were really a little surprised: "Even the big and young are so diligent? The second young master only took an hour. ”

The companion smiled: "Maybe Da Shao fell asleep." ”

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On the moon on the willow tops, He Lingchuan returned to Zhuangzi.

The whole family had eaten dinner and went to bed like most people, with the occasional patrolman wandering around the village.

He Lingchuan walked back to his residence after a few slogans, instead of brushing his face to pass, which shows that the guards are still relatively strict.

He didn't go back to the house directly, but went to the kitchen to light the fire, and by the way he got a small clay pot to wash it, and added some rootless water from the jar under the eaves, two catties of honey, and all the emperor pulp he had left.

Then, there was the five-flavor medicinal herb he bought from Frost Town.

These medicinal materials are not easy to come by, although they are not rare, but the price is actually five to ten times the price of Blackwater City.

Several months have passed since the Battle of Woling Pass, and although the trade and trade have brought back a little blood to the war-stricken Shuanghe Town, the local people's livelihood is still withering, and there is a big shortage of basic materials such as food and medicine. He ran to all the pharmacies, but the five flavors of ordinary medicinal materials were not complete.

The last two medicinal herbs were bought from the merchants by the shopkeeper of the pharmacy, and the price was certainly not cheap.

Although it took a while, these medicinal herbs had been processed in the shop, and the powdered ones that should be powdered and the skinned ones that should be peeled were poured in and stirred, and then he took out a turtle bead and a piece of toad cake, mashed them and put them in.