Although these ten kinds of Dan prescriptions are basic, their significance is not trivial.

First, it has opened the broad and profound road of alchemy; Second, once it can be refined in batches, it is the cornerstone and pillar of the construction of a party's forces.

A batch of pills can create a batch of "masters".

However, it is not easy to refine the elixir.

Medicinal materials are one of them, and means are the other.

Because it is a basic formula, although the medicinal materials required are precious, they are not impossible to collect; The difficult thing is the refining method - no more than Jinchuang ointment, that thing is not an elixir, half of it is extraordinary; But the pill is completely extraordinary, and it needs a breath of aura.

Without this aura, what is refined is the defective product of the defective product, which is equivalent to waste, and it is not much different from directly ingesting those medicinal materials.

The important thing is this aura.

Moreover, there are many subtleties in the means of refining, which require a high degree of refiner's divine soul power, and some subtle grasp is required.

In this regard, Zhao Jingyang himself met the conditions - his divine soul power was surprisingly strong.

As for that aura, Zhao Jingyang himself can't do it, so he needs the assistance of external objects - Dan furnace - Dan furnace of extraordinary progress, the kind of self-contained aura.

Instead of just making your own, a rice cooker or something. That's impossible.

Fortunately, Zhao Jingyang has a Dan furnace, and there is more than one - the bad good, the crippled full, the big and the small, who were previously detained in the dark, but a lot of them have been dug up.

Zhao Jingyang had already asked Dong Hongyu to collect relevant medicinal materials, and as soon as the medicinal materials were ready, they could be put into refining. However, alchemy is a technical job, and Zhao Jingyang is new to this way, and it may not be easy to refine in large quantities for a while.

In fact, in this matter, Zhao Jingyang is more inclined to find a few people who have talent in this area, and cultivate them specifically for alchemy.

Even if he could refine himself, he couldn't sit in front of the Dan furnace all day long, just for the sake of alchemy.

He is the master of power, not a part-time worker.

I also mentioned this matter to Feng Shizhen, and I plan to select one or two from the school to see if I can find a few talented ones.

With the full moon in the sky, a group of people made a fuss until midnight before they dispersed.

Zhao Jingyang walked into the backyard with his hands behind his back, draped in the moonlight sprinkled down like a silver veil.

I vaguely heard "50,000", "three of a kind" and the like, and those girls are still playing mahjong!

Walking into Ziyi's small western-style building, it was hot; A few are fighting, a few are watching; Eat melon seeds, eat melon seeds, chat chat.

Dong Hongyu and Du Ying were sitting on the sofa with Fang Yanyun, whispering something while munching on melon seeds.

Zhao Jingyang walked up to Dong Hongyu and sat down: "What are you talking about?"

Dong Hongyu glanced at him: "Talk about things in the newspaper."

When Zhao Jingyang heard this, his smile faded, his narrow eyes narrowed into a slit, and wisps of cold light gently swallowed it.

"So what?"

He said slowly.

Dong Hongyu pursed her lips: "The Shanghai Tang Federation of Trade Unions contacted us and decided to protest the aggression in the form of an industry-wide strike!"

Zhao Jingyang leaned back on the sofa with an expressionless face: "Strike?"

"Hmm." Dong Hongyu responded in a low voice.

After a while, Zhao Jingyang said, "Useful?"

Dong Hongyu took a deep breath: "Whether it's useful or not, we have to make our voices heard!"

She said, her voice louder: "If you are bullied and don't even dare to make a sound, then there is no hope!"

Fang Yanyun said with a straight face, "I agree with Sister Hongyu."

"We have to tell everyone about our anger and our will to resist."

Zhao Jingyang squinted his eyes and exhaled, "Okay."

"During the strike, the salary was paid," he said.

When the three women heard this, they all showed a hint of surprise.

Zhao Jingyang waved his hand: "It's not that I don't support the strike, I just don't think it's enough... The people under Lao Tzu's hands, as long as

I haven't been fired from Lao Tzu, my salary will be paid as usual, and my benefits will be the same!"

He said, "But you have to be careful about protests; Don't overestimate the devils and the government, they are mostly brutes and have no personality."

"Beware of bloodshed."

After a pause, he said, "Before the strike, I will greet the government and the Fuxing Association, at least the people under my Zhao Jingyang can't use knives and guns!"

A trace of excitement flashed in Dong Hongyu's eyes, and she held Zhao Jingyang's hand: "Hmm!"

At this time, Lu Yi came over with a teacup and handed the teacup to Zhao Jingyang: "What are you talking about? Jingyang, drink some tea to moisten your mouth."

Zhao Jingyang glanced at her, took the teacup, the corners of his mouth curled, and drank the hot tea in the cup in one gulp.

He smiled and said, "Tell me about the north."

"The little devils deceive people too much, and I plan to give them a profound lesson to repay them with a lesson or two."

When Lu Yi heard this, he looked angry and said, "Oriental people are really hateful!"

He said, "But the Orientals are powerful, so how can we teach them a lesson?"

Zhao Jingyang smiled: "You all have to worry about these things, I have my own plans."

August 15 and 26; Just eight days ago, a major event occurred in the north that shook China. A huge wave swept from north to south, sweeping the summers; People of insight ran and shouted, and the anger was burning.

Even the most humble beggar, at this moment, can hardly hide the resentment in his heart.

Magazines and newspapers were full of articles, people from all walks of life were ***, and the entire Shanghai beach was like a powder keg, almost exploding.

Zhao Jingyang is not blind or deaf; I saw it and I heard it.

More empathetic.

But it's not so simple to give the little devil a ruthless blow. It's not about running to Hongkou in a rage to light a fire, it's not about killing a consul and killing a few devils, it's not about running to Dongying and killing their bullshit emperor.

The huge ships cruising in the open sea, the muzzles of the cannons are facing the beach, and the little devil forces are going south, and the situation is like this.

Even if you only kill a devil, you have to kill it to the blade.

This is not a person's business, it is an era - Zhao Jingyang is not an immortal yet.

Dismantling the fleet with his bare hands, throwing stones and hitting planes, one enemy and one country, he can't do it.

Unless one day he has the intention to enter the marrow and become a martial saint, dismantling warships and planes is like probing for things, and he has the power to break the rules, so that everyone does not dare to look at him directly. Otherwise, there are still limitations in this environment.

The next day, in the study.

Zhao Jingyang drank the wolfberry tea specially prepared for him by Lu Yi, and was talking to Sanmao.

Sanmao said: "Feng Jingyao hooked up with the little devil, and the reason was thoroughly investigated; As early as after the fake formula flowed out and Feng Jingyao paid for it, the devil found him."

"Some time ago, a seat was vacated on the board of directors of the Ministry of Works; Feng Jingyao's gang tried to seek the position of director of the Ministry of Industry, and the little devil promised to help him get into the position, so they completely hooked up."

Zhao Jingyang bowed his head slightly when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Feng Jingyao has the heart to climb up, but he doesn't dare to fight with me, and he doesn't dare to fight with Nie Renwang, but he has fallen in love with the Ministry of Industry. For him, it is indeed a way out."