"I now feel like I can even penetrate the heavens?"

"Oh? Is it? ”

The familiar scene reappeared. Unknowingly, Fu Yuanshan's voice appeared behind the two of them.

"Ahh Uncle Shi! Why did you suddenly appear in the back! ”

"The thunder method practiced in this discipline is practiced quickly. I can't practice at home, and I can't even hear someone approaching. Tsk tsk. ”

While "tsk tsk", he reached out and pinched Wen Yuan's cheeks, pinched it, and pinched it again. The invisible breath was "pinched" out of Wen Yuan's mouth, but Fu Yuanshan could see it.

"It's really angry. You kid is bubbling like a little train right now. ”

"It's all true~" Wen Yuan, who was pinched in his mouth, made a slurred sound.

Fu Yuanshan let go of his hand: "Anyway, I just received a flying letter from His Majesty the Son of Heaven, so I rushed over." Did you provide the recipe? ”

He looked at Shang Luo.

"Uh-huh." Shang Luo nodded repeatedly.

"Yes. So many people have been busy with the problem that they haven't solved for so many years, and you can solve it. ”

"Is this recipe actually hard to come by?"

"Let His Majesty the Son of Heaven explain it to you, this is his specialty."

Changchun Palace, Jiuhua Building. Zhu Xianene's home.

After flashing the waist card at the door again, the three of them went upstairs directly.

Zhu Xianene lives on the second floor, and his office is also on the second floor. The door to the office was facing the staircase, and the door was closed.

On the second floor, there is also a ceiling caisson well, which has a light bulb in the dragon's mouth, and the cold air of the central air conditioner blows out from the dark compartment around the caisson.

Unlike the gold bricks of the Imperial Kiln on the first floor, the wooden floor is laid on the second floor, and the door to the office is also a wooden door. Next to the potted pine tree at the door, Shang Luo waited there for 10 seconds—in the middle of the night, and there was still a phone call.

Ten seconds later, Zhu Xianene opened the door by himself. The probe confirmed the identities of the three people, and he gave way to open the door:

"Come in, sit down. Wen Yuan, you go next door and bring the liquid medicine. ”

This is Shang Luo's first time entering the Son of Heaven. Office. Although the words "Son of Heaven" and "office" are a bit strange to use, this is indeed an office.

There was a small table beside the door, which was supposed to be the clerk's seat, which was now empty. The office is not big, but the orientation is good, sitting north facing south.

The door opened in the southwest corner, and Zhu Xianne's seat was not facing the door, but was slightly inclined in the northeast corner, sitting against the corner of the wall.

On the outer side is a row of floor-to-ceiling windows. If it's daytime, the lighting should be good. It's nighttime, and you can see the moon and the shadows of the trees in the garden. From the outside of the palace, the location will be covered by clouds of pines and cypresses; But from here, the view from the outside of the palace is very good, and you can directly see Suzaku Avenue in the distance and see the street lamps that are now lit on both sides of the road. You can also see the city of Nanjing on the other side, and the densely packed urban area inside.

But the office is not neat at all. In the middle of the room, there were several makeshift tables, stacked with stacks of manuscript paper. There was also a moving blackboard next to the table, and a thick layer of chalk ash had accumulated under the blackboard, and the blackboard was densely packed with "heavenly books", and Shang Luo couldn't understand it at all.

"It's time for the end of the day, and the chamberlain has returned, so you can make your own tea—but I don't think you're in the mood to make tea."

He and Zhu Xianene glanced at each other and smiled helplessly. Both of them are now full of immortal energy, and they are about to become immortals. Only Fu Yuanshan opened his eyes and looked at the manuscript paper in the room, but he didn't understand it very well.

When Wen Yuan also brought a test tube rack from next door, Zhu Xianene picked up a test tube.

"This is the liquid medicine. As per your proposed needs, it concentrates the fairy root with an abundance of 15%. I actually refined the ones in the bottle on the day you left. Because it's just using immortal roots to refine medicine, I will refine some every once in a while. But Shang Luo, do you know what I've been doing for the past few days? ”

"I don't know." Shang Luo shook his head. Although he has been very busy these days, it seems that Zhu Xianene is not very idle.

Zhu Xianene pointed to the blackboard behind him: "I'm optimizing the production process, and then contacting the factory to mass production." ”

"Huh? This stuff is. Mass-produced? ”

"It's pointless if it can't be mass-produced. Because I can't stew turnips here all day long, can I do it – but will I stop here? ”

The corners of his mouth hooked slightly: "So you don't know yet, right?" Wen Yuan should have heard of it. I graduated from the Department of Chemical Engineering of Nanjing University, because alchemy can only benefit itself, and the mass production of pills can benefit most people. But I have been studying Dan Dao since I was a child, and I have long known that it is impossible for pills to be mass-produced no matter what. Because there is an insurmountable gulf, which is called 'spiritual blending' in metaphysics. In short, the pill must be refined by the Dan Master himself, and every step needs to be operated by a person. Because only by doing it with your own hands can you put your will into it. But—"

He paused:

"The one you gave me, it's actually not a recipe at all, it's a recipe! In other words, it's not a metaphysical problem at all, it's an engineering problem. Because the medicinal properties of radish have not changed at all during the refining process, it has not been used in any 'elixir'. It's just, condensed. Concentration does not require spiritual blending, so it can be solved by engineering processes. ”

"But. . . Why hasn't it been enriched before? ”

"There's a premise to all of this – when you're condensing turnips, what are you concentrating? Is it 'radish concentration'? Then why don't you just stew the soup in the radish soup? No, that's not the active ingredient, that's just the dregs of turnips. If the stewed dried radish is useful, then the dried radish is not the spiritual root of the spiritual root? In fact, we don't know what ingredients in the fairy root radish play the role of 'fairy root'. You don't even know what you're going to enrich, so how do you condense it? Although we still don't know what the fairy root radish is for, but! ”

He shook the bottle, which was a little thick:

"I followed your recipe and added flour, honey and bean flour and it was concentrated! That's right, these things and the 'active ingredients' in the fairy root form a kind of 'fairy root complex', which 'marks' the active ingredients in the fairy root in the form of a complex! Then I'll just refine this part of the complex. So it's not a metaphysical problem at all, it's an engineering problem. ”

"Huh?" Shang Luo was stupid. He really thought that Zhu Xianene had been fanning himself in front of the alchemy furnace for a few days, but as soon as he entered the door just now and saw the room full of manuscript papers, he began to feel that something was wrong.

His gaze rested on the blackboard, which had not yet been erased. In addition to the book of heaven, the blackboard also hand-painted rows of cylindrical equipment connected end to end.

"So. It worked? ”

Zhu Xianene pointed to the corner of the blackboard, where a row of data was circled: "After calculation, the proportion of these complexes in the preliminary extract of the fairy root is 0.71%. Its properties are slightly different from the others, and I have refined its abundance to about 15% through some technical processes to make the 'liquid' in these flasks in front of you. After I tried the medicine myself, everything was normal, and then I asked Wen Yuan to try it too, and everything was also normal. Then I called Shang Luo, you, and Senior Fu. Senior Fu, now I still need you to confirm it one last time. ”

(End of chapter)