In the middle of the night, a light rain suddenly came.

When Zhou Ang woke up in the morning, the rain was still falling, and there was no intention of stopping. When I stood in the corridor at the door of my house and rinsed my mouth and brushed my teeth, I looked up at the roof tiles above the stables in front of the courtyard, as if foggy, and the sky on the roof tiles was gray, which made people feel inexplicably sad.

Lu Jin got up in the morning and moved a small stool, sat at the door of the wing, staring at the rain in the yard, his eyes didn't turn for a long time, and he looked a little demented.

Yesterday's two wines, especially the one in the evening, made the child dizzy from drinking, and when he came back, he lay down and fell asleep, and by this time he felt that the wine had not woken up.

Zhou Ang cleaned himself up, beckoned him to come over, and when he ran over and stood in front of him in a daze, Zhou Ang raised his hand to touch his eyebrows, and then observed his nostrils, and muttered in his mouth, "This...... Why is it a keel......? Does that mean that the nostrils are big? Nonsense, his whole person is big, can the nostrils be small?"

Lu Jin was immediately woken up by his "observation".

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Ang put away his curiosity and said, "It's okay! Just to remind you, in the next period of time, if someone deliberately approaches you, or even simply persuade you to defect to him, don't worry about anything else, beat me up first and then tell me." ”

"Oh. ”

"Remember?"

"Remember, hit first. ”

"Good!"

............

After breakfast, Lu Jin put on his coat and took a hat and went to the county to wish the yamen.

Zhou Ang was not in a hurry to go out, so he waited for a while, until he counted the time, and the shops outside should have been opened for business, so he also packed up, in addition to the clothes and hats, there was also an extra umbrella, so he refused Lu Chunsheng's suggestion to send it, and Shi Shiran went out by himself.

Of course, he didn't need to go to the yamen in the morning, but Lujiazhen had just gone to change a batch of books a few days ago, and he hadn't finished reading the new ones for a few days, so this morning, his time belonged to another matter.

Except that God seems to be a little faceless, everything is now complete.

In normal times, the sky has already brightened, and the streets must have been bustling with people for a long time, although the rain is not heavy today, but the number of people who go out to hang out is still sharply reduced.

Zhou Ang slowly went all the way to Sogo Fang, found a crude medicine shop and went in, took out the first piece of paper from his arms, slapped it on the table with a "pop", and pushed it over.

"Grab the medicine!"

The shopkeeper picked up the recipe and glanced at it, stopped, and turned his head to look at Zhou Ang, "Guest, which gentleman opened your recipe......?" What is it?"

Zhou Ang smiled and said, "Secret recipe, this is part of the medicine." ”

"Oh......" the shopkeeper elongated his tone.

It's not good to ask any more questions now, it makes it clear that people don't understand the prescription, and it's not that they can't see that the prescription is messy, but they just don't want the pharmacy to understand it.

Then grab the medicine according to the prescription.

According to Zhou Ang's requirements, the names listed on the recipe were all in accordance with the required dose, and three parts were grabbed, but each part of each had to be wrapped separately.

In the end, after all, it took some extra straw paper, and the shopkeeper charged several more words.

Then he went out with his things, and Zhou Ang also deliberately cast a small spell to keep the medicine bag from getting wet by the rain, and then, he found a second pharmacy and walked in.

It was concocted in the same way, but the second prescription was changed.

If this is the third one, he will have enough of all the medicinal materials he needs.

Moreover, the prescriptions he handed over to the three pharmacies overlapped and differed from each other, and he also thoughtfully arranged for each of them to blindly add their own random medicinal materials - what he wanted was that even if the three stores were together for comparison, they would not be able to come up with the correct prescription.

Coming out of the third crude medicine shop, Zhou Ang's prepared blanket was already filled with a large bag of medicinal materials, and then, he deliberately took a small turn in the Sogo Fang for a while, and then went out of the Fang Gate from the south, but walked east along the main road of the Fang, until he reached the Zhengde Fang on the east side of the Long Live Fang, and then turned around and entered the Fang Gate.

The small courtyard he quietly purchased not long ago is in this Zhengde Fang.

There is only one courtyard in this courtyard, and the house is a little dilapidated, but after cleaning it carefully, all the useless things are thrown into the wing room, and only the living room is connected to the master bedroom, which is also spacious and comfortable.

There is only a couch, a seat, a chair, a case, plus a small stove and a small clay pot.

The charcoal had been prepared a long time ago, the pot was new and clean, and the water had been freshly picked up yesterday morning.

Boil the water and sort the herbs.

Eventually, he had come up with just the right amount of medicine, and the water was about to boil.

Cook in water in turn.

At the same time, he also crumpled the straw paper with the name of the medicinal herb written on it, and when he threw it to the side, the straw paper spontaneously combusted without fire, and it was frozen in mid-air for only a moment, and then it burned to a cloud of black ash, and then it was lifted and blown by an invisible force, and floated lightly to the door, and was blown through the drizzle by the brush.

Later, Zhou Ang also took a bag of several medicinal herbs that he bought indiscriminately, burned them in the same way, threw them into the hospital, and let the rain wet and wash away their ashes.

Under normal circumstances, he would not be so cautious, and the reason why he is doing this now is due to the conversation between the Lu siblings that he saw with the help of the "vision" of the mirror last night.

Although Zhou Ang subconsciously felt that even if the Lu family wanted to start monitoring and investigating themselves, they would not be able to investigate so carefully, and if they found something, they would not deduce that they actually had in their hands the formulas of all the pills needed for every grade jump except for the Enlightenment Pill, but the little sense of crisis in his subconscious still made him cautious to this extent.

He didn't know if the recipes for the eight pills that Uncle Zheng had passed on to him at the beginning were the same as those used by other cultivators today, anyway, he himself had questioned the authenticity and usability of these prescriptions for a while.

Because these "recipes" passed on to him by Uncle Zheng are too simple, they look no different from the prescriptions prescribed by the doctors on the street, they are all ordinary medicinal materials.

That is, the more you go to the back, there are a few things that seem to be quite rare, but it is still not difficult to inquire, and it should not be difficult to buy.

In short, there is nothing "mysterious" about the formula.

But the longer Master and Uncle Zheng left, the more Zhou Ang was able to realize how precious the things that Uncle Zheng taught him on behalf of his teacher at the beginning.

So when it came time for him to take the pill to advance to the eighth rank, he chose to believe the prescription passed on to him by his uncle without hesitation.

Although in fact, after a period of time in the recent past, he has begun to learn more or less about the fact that some other people's prescriptions may be different from his own.

In Uncle Zheng's mouth, the most important thing is the "Enlightenment Pill", because it is responsible for "opening up". This matter is the most difficult, so the weight of the pill is the heaviest, the formula and refining are the most complicated, and the materials required are also the most rare.

But once the "opening" is completed, the meaning of each subsequent pill is only a relatively simple matter of "maintaining the stability of the aura in the body".

Therefore, the recipe becomes simpler, and the refining is also extremely simple.

Uncle Zheng even said directly: What is refining, you don't need to refine the pills, you just grab the medicine according to the prescription, simmer and decoction for an hour and a half, and eat it like the medicine.

Look, how inappropriate!

However, as far as Zhou Ang currently knows, except that their "Mountain Gate" does not take this seriously, even in the official cultivator system that is definitely the most extensive and resource-rich system, not only is the formula of the elixir absolutely secret, even if it is a high-level person, it is impossible for them to have access to it at all, and a strict meritorious promotion system is implemented internally. In other words, the elixir for the promotion of one's own people is under strict control.

As for the other sect lineages that are either secret or not so secret, I think they should not be able to go beyond this category, otherwise, the cultivators would have long been worthless to the point of rotten streets.

However, there is one point, the official cultivators' control of the "Enlightenment Pill" is obviously not strict enough, and in Zhou Ang's view, this clearly shows their thinking and style of "casting a wide net".

As for the reason, Zhou Ang felt that it was most likely because their Enlightenment Pill was not good enough, so there would be a high probability of failure to open the Enlightenment - on the other hand, the Enlightenment Pill in his own "Mountain Gate" should be quite fierce, not only with a high success rate, but also the performance after the opening of the Enlightenment Pill is obviously different from the effect of the Enlightenment Pill outside.

Or even far from it.

Therefore, Zhou Ang cherished the eight prescriptions handed down by Uncle Zheng very much, and for this reason, no matter how cautious and cautious he was, he felt that it was worth it.

The only thing that puzzled him was that, for some reason, Uncle Zheng didn't tell him the recipe for the Enlightenment Pill - in this way, in fact, it meant that these eight formulas might only be useful to himself.

And he will not be qualified to help others "open up" in the future, that is, there is no way to accept apprentices!

............

The light rain outside the door was dripping, urging people to break their bowels.

The small stove was always well cared for.

It wasn't until he burned the three time-keeping incense sticks, that is, an hour and a half later, that Zhou Ang cut off the small pot, looked at the black medicinal soup, and frowned slightly, but still waited for it to cool down a little, and then filtered out the medicinal soup with the gauze that had been prepared long ago.

A big bowl.

Zhou Ang waited for a while, constantly recalling in his mind what Uncle Zheng looked like when he taught him precautions, and when the medicinal soup gradually became only warm, in the light rain outside the door, he picked up the bowls, tilted his neck, and poured them down.

No matter how calculating you are, Lao Tzu will talk about it after the eighth order.

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