At this time, Mo Chen in the room was sitting upright on a chair, his eyes closed. As the spirit condensed, a vague feeling slowly came to mind. Obviously, he didn't open his eyes, but he could clearly know: the distance between the long table in front of him, how many books were placed on the bookshelf behind him, the several medicinal herbs placed on the cabinet against the wall on the left, and even the placement of the bed in the inner room with a door on the right hand.

Then Mo Chen closed his eyes like this, got up slowly, and walked to the left first. Obviously he couldn't see anything, but Mo Chen still didn't touch the long table that was not far away. He walked along the corner of the table until he reached the cabinet against the wall, grabbed a medicinal herb and returned. He pulled out a book from the bookshelf behind him and walked towards the inner room door on the right. He stopped precisely in front of the door, pushed open the door and walked into the house, walked around and came out again, and sat down in the position he had just taken.

In the process of walking, Mo Chen closed his eyes tightly the whole time. But walking around this house, which was much bigger than the house Mo Chen had lived in before, and where all kinds of furniture were also placed, Mo Chen had not touched a single thing.

When he opened his eyes, he looked at the book in front of him with the words "Identification of Medicinal Materials" written on the cover, and the cylindrical rhizome of Angelica in his other hand was also what he wanted to take, Mo Chen couldn't help but smile slightly.

From the first day of Mo Chen's cultivation of the Condensation Realm to now, another half a month has passed. On the first day, when Mo Chen was cultivating in the dream realm, he found that not only could he strengthen his control over the dream realm, but the speed of spiritual growth was also incredible. A single cultivation can reach a level comparable to that of ordinary people, and Mo Chen has never interrupted his cultivation. On the sixth day, he reached the level of deafness and vision, vigorous energy, and faintly sensing the people around him. This is also the point where ordinary people concentrate on perfection and can no longer make progress. But Mo Chen is different, he can still grow his spirit every day, and even feels that he is far from the level of spiritual perfection. After another few days, as if breaking through some barrier, Mo Chen found that he could actually feel the concrete things around him.

You must know that the induction of the contemplation of the realm of contemplation is just a feeling like a sixth sense, and it can only be felt by the gaze of people who are nearby. And once the environment is complicated, or there are many people watching you, you can't tell what is going on. This is also the reason why the consummation of the condensation realm will also be attacked in the melee of many people, in the final analysis, whether it is Peiyuan or concentrating, it is only the degree of the martial artist to build the foundation, and it is limited to be stronger than ordinary people, and it is not possible to do a lot of unbelievable things like people who always have internal strength.

And Mo Chen's situation is different, not only can he feel the living, but even the dead can feel it. Although it is not possible to do the so-called mental power scanning, the degree of meticulousness of everything around it. Mo Chen's state at this time, although in the final analysis, was only a more powerful sixth sense, but it was also beyond the scope of the contemplation realm.

And this is also the reason why Mo Chen is so confident that he can steal the secret recipe after knowing his work in the Rejuvenation Hall, and arranges Li Hu and Qian three and the two like this. The reason why I haven't learned the secret recipe so far is because the range of this induction was still very small at the beginning, only to the point of being three feet tall. And you have to be familiar with the environment so that you can sense it when you are concentrating and your body can't move. After all, it's just a strengthened version of the sixth sense, and the main expression is also a feeling. If Mo Chen was not familiar with the most basic medicinal materials, how could he sense how they were matched and how they had been concocted. Even the extent to which Mo Chen is showing now is not safe.

In the past few days, Mo Chen continued to grow his spirit, while learning to identify medicinal materials and the processing and matching of medicinal materials, and the assistance of monarchs and ministers. In order to be able to steal the configuration of the secret recipe, and to be able to copy the secret recipe in the future. After so many days, Mo Chen's spirit is still growing rapidly. After all, thanks to the blessing of dreams, Mo Chen can mentally grow to the limit every day. However, for the sake of safety, Mo Chen decided to wait until the sensing range reached one zhang and he could enter the sensing state more easily, after all, he would have to maintain such a life for a short time. Take 10,000 steps back, even if you are transferred away tomorrow, then when your spirit continues to grow, you can sense the situation here when you stand on the street outside, are you afraid that you won't be able to learn?

Time passed, and a few more days passed. Mo Chen still repeats his previous life every day, and there has been no change. Today, as usual, he followed Pharmacist Mo to the second floor of the Rejuvenation Hall. Watching Pharmacist Mo walk up the stairs and enter the room on the third floor and close the door, Mo Chen did not follow as usual, but seemed to stay on the second floor to learn medicine and distinguish medicines. From time to time, ask the pharmacist who is handling medicinal materials around you, the medicinal properties of this medicine, and the origin of that medicine.

While pretending to study seriously, Mo Chen was distracted and sensed the situation upstairs. With Mo Chen's current spirit, he didn't feel strained at all. It wasn't until today that all the medicinal materials were configured and the pharmacist on the second floor began to leave, and Mo Chen withdrew his senses. Then he followed and left.

Night, in dreams. Mo Chen was surprised to find that even if he had never entered the room on the third floor, he had not seen the layout of the room with his own eyes, but he had sensed it in his mental sense, and the situation in the room on the third floor could still appear in the dream. At this time, Mo Chen was in one of the pharmacists' rooms, watching him arrange a part of the Ten Perfection Tonic Soup that he was responsible for, placing it in a small hanging basket, hanging it on a hook connected to the rope, and as soon as he pulled the rope beside him, the hanging basket rose to the top of the room, passing through the room through a small hole that had been specially opened, and entering the next room. Then the pharmacist removed another hanging basket next to it and began to work on it. Mo Chen then opened the door again and walked out, followed into the next room. And whether it was the pharmacist who was working, or the gang guarding outside the door, it was as if they didn't see him.

Although during the day, Mo Chen had already known the manufacturing process of all drugs, including Ning Shen Xiang, through spiritual induction. But since it can manifest in the dream, Mo Chen doesn't mind watching their methods a few more times at the moment. After all, these pharmacists have not only prepared various medicines for so many years, but also have many years of experience in medicine, and the various techniques they use to deal with medicines, Mo Chen, a beginner, also felt greatly benefited from it.

After carefully reading all the steps, Mo Chen went down to the second floor. I picked up all kinds of selected and preliminarily processed medicinal materials, and concocted them as if no one was around. Looking at the helpers and pharmacists beside him, they turned a blind eye to such a precious secret medicine formula that they couldn't usually dream of. Mo Chen smiled self-deprecatingly, feeling bored. When will the person in this dream be able to have his own thoughts like reality, be able to speak and communicate, and not repeat actions.

Putting aside the nonsense in his mind, Mo Chen seriously classified the medicinal materials according to the steps, grinded, mixed, weighed them separately, and finally took out a medicine stove that was specially taken down from the third floor, put in the medicine, and heated it with a special charcoal fire. After cooling, a puddle of paste-like medicine was obtained, and when I got closer and smelled it, there was a pungent smell mixed with a faint fragrance. This is the Ten Perfection Tonic Soup that Mo Chen had taken before, and in the medicine stove the size of a rice bowl in front of him, ten portions could be divided. If you sell a copy, it will cost you one or two dollars, and even the members of the gang will need one or two pieces of silver to buy it, which is a month's money for ordinary gangs, which is equivalent to working for a month in vain to get one. In retrospect, the thirty days in the Early Spring Courtyard were equivalent to the gang investing thirty taels of silver in advance for everyone.

After the potion was made, the effect of the medicine should be tested, so Mo Chen took a hand into the medicine furnace and sent a large portion of the ointment that should have been mixed with water directly into his mouth. I swallowed it with a bitter taste that was much richer than boiling into soup and drinking. In a few moments, a burning sensation escalated from the abdomen, and then a majestic medicinal power surged towards the limbs.

Endured the discomfort caused by the overdose, and carefully sensed the power of the medicine in the body. Confirming that it was the perfect tonic soup, Mo Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then I suddenly felt a hot and moist sensation in front of my nose, and even my breath felt a burning sensation. When I reached out and touched it, it was red, and then the inside of my nose was like a faucet, dripping blood from the bottom.

It seems that there is some truth in selling such a portion of this perfect tonic soup, not just to make money. Fortunately, in the dream world, no physical trauma will affect reality. Otherwise, with Mo Chen's cautious character, he would not have been so reckless in testing the medicine himself.