The lunch at Uncle Li's house at noon was not sumptuous, with a few home-cooked side dishes, white flour steamed buns and black rice porridge. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoUncle Li personally cooked, and Zhang Kuang also helped to get started.

Uncle Li has been living alone with his daughter for decades, and the cooking skills he has practiced in half his life are really good. Even if she is an ordinary housewife, cooking is not necessarily as good as Uncle Li. As a medical immortal, Zhang Kuang is always keen on studying pharmacology and alchemy, and he doesn't know how many years he hasn't eaten a good meal. Although the dishes made by Uncle Li are not as good as the dragon liver and phoenix pith and other immortal delicacies that Zhang Kuang once ate, it made Zhang Kuang's heart warm, and he felt that it seemed to be more delicious than the dragon liver and phoenix marrow.

After lunch, Uncle Li made tea, and Zhang Kuang chatted with him for a while, and then excused himself to go back and pack up and prepare to leave. Coincidentally, Uncle Li was also going out for a walk, so the two left Uncle Li's house together. When Uncle Li left, he also specifically told Zhang Kuang to let him eat at his house at night, which made Zhang Kuang cry and laugh. The so-called distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and the enthusiastic Uncle Li did not give Zhang Kuang a chance to refuse at all.

Returning to his slightly dark and cold living room, Zhang Kuang, who swept his eyes and nose around, closed his eyes and nose and sniffed carefully, walked straight to the bedroom where his grandfather once lived.

In Zhang Kuang's grandfather's bedroom, although there is a window at the back, it is even darker because of the curtains.

Syllable.. Zhang Kuang, who turned on the switch of the light in the bedroom to make the bedroom light up, took a look at the old but clean bedroom, in which the bed, chair and everything were covered with dust film.

Zhang Kuang, who went straight to a small bookshelf, carefully opened the dust film, and groped around on the bookshelf, only to see that there were some medical books on it, and almost all of them were ancient medical books.

Snort.. Zhang Kuang gently flipped through the medical books "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing", "Compendium of Materia Medica" and so on, and finally touched a book with a hard shell cover, but he felt as if it was growing on the shelf, tried to move left and right, pulled again, and finally moved backwards.

Zhang Kuang, who looked slightly moved, pushed the book back slightly harder, only to hear a faint sound of the machine, and suddenly the lower layer of the bookshelf shrank inward, and the layer in front of Zhang Kuang also slowly fell down to the next layer, revealing a rectangular space in the wall behind the bookshelf, in which two quaint wooden boxes were placed.

Zhang Kuang, who directly reached out and took out one of the boxes, opened it carefully, and immediately saw a small section of ginseng surrounded by many roots. That's right, it's just a section, it's not complete at all, and it should be at least a third of it.

"100-year-old ginseng, looking at the color and smell, it should be two hundred years old, and it has been preserved for about eighty years, looking at this incision, the last time it was used was more than ten years ago," Zhang Kuang, who squinted at the ginseng, muttered in a low voice.

If you let people who know how to know Zhang Kuang's analysis of this half of a century-old ginseng, especially if his grandfather hears it, I am afraid that he will be stunned to look at him like a monster. In fact, for Zhang Kuang, a medical immortal, the defense of medicine is just a piece of cake. The various spirit plant medicinal materials he had seen and analyzed were more than tens of millions!

If you don't have a thorough enough analysis of the spiritual herbs, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to refine the top elixir and research new elixirs with various magical effects.

It can be said that in the immortal world, the real alchemy masters are all top pharmacology masters.

"The meal at Uncle Li's house in the evening, I'm afraid I can't excuse it. Although it is said that he has been an old neighbor for decades, it is not good to eat and drink for nothing after all," Zhang Kuang, who was a little helpless, his eyes flickered and groaned, looking at the hundred-year-old ginseng in the box, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes! Uncle Li's health has always been bad, it should be that the serious illness when he was young hurt his vitality, I can..." Yes, that's it, prepare it now, and it should be time for dinner. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Kuang, who closed the box and was about to leave, noticed another box, and couldn't help but take it out with curiosity: "I can put it together with a century-old ginseng, I'm afraid it's not an ordinary thing, right?"

"Huh? It's actually a book?" opened the box and saw that it contained a well-preserved thread-bound book, looking at the five words on the cover of the book, Zhang Kuang couldn't help frowning slightly, and thought for a moment before saying: "This seems to be a medical book written by Zhang Zhongjing, a famous Chinese medical scientist in ancient China." I remember that the old man always said what is Zhang Zhongjing's descendant, is it true?"

"I want to see what this ancestral medical book is famous for," Zhang Kuang couldn't help but look at it curiously.

Zhang Kuang, who has read many immortal medical classics, has reached the pinnacle of his research on medical Taoism. Medical books such as "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases" are naturally not difficult for him to understand. At first, Zhang Kuang was only a little curious and didn't care much, but he couldn't help but be a little surprised after only seeing part of the 'Flat Pulse Method' and the 'Pulse Identification Method'. The medical theories described in this medical book are indeed somewhat unique.

"It seems that the wisdom of the ancient sages in China, which can give birth to a splendid civilization of 5,000 years on this earth, is definitely not to be underestimated," after reading through the 'Pingmai Method' and 'Pulse Identification Method', Zhang Kuang, who praised lightly, was busy saying: "It's not early, you can't delay the time, go to the pharmacy to dispense medicine first." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Kuang restored the mechanism on the bookshelf, left the bedroom with the two boxes, came to the living room, and walked straight to a room on the other side of the living room.

This is a room facing the south of the sun, the windows are rarely wide open, and there are rows of medicine shelves in the room, and a strong smell of herbs permeates the room. Among them, there are also many tools for measuring and grinding medicinal materials. It's just that the contents have obviously not been used for a long time.

"Oh my God!" Smelling the rich medicine, Zhang Kuang couldn't help frowning and was slightly depressed: "The old man's method of preserving medicinal materials is also too bad, such a medicinal qi is conflicting, and the medicinal power of many medicinal materials will be more or less affected." ”

Zhang Kuang, who shook his head slightly, could only endure the messy smell of medicine, closed his eyes and carefully distinguished what some medicinal materials were, probably what medicinal ingredients they were, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes and pouted: "I know that there are no good things, but the adjuvant with century-old ginseng can barely be matched." ”

After speaking, Zhang Kuang went out and put the two small boxes in his arms on the table in the living room, washed his hands, dried his hands with a dry towel, and then turned back to the pharmacy, and began to take some medicinal materials skillfully and quickly.

In less than three minutes, Zhang Kuang took out dozens of adjuvant medicinal materials, one or two or seven or eight kinds of herbs together, and divided them into thirteen portions, ranging from large to small.

Zhang Kuang, who had wrapped all the medicines, packed the thirteen medicines with a small dustpan and walked out of the pharmacy, took the two wooden boxes on the living room desk, and then went straight to the separate small house on the side of the courtyard, where the old man used to cook medicine.

"Whew. Fortunately, it is not covered with dust," opened the door and looked at the relatively clean small house, turned on the light, found Zhang Kuang, who had boiled the medicine, washed seven pots of cooking medicine, and after drying, he lit the cooking tools like a gas stove, first put one on it, put one of the medicines, poured the water that had just submerged the medicinal materials, turned the valve to control the size of the flame, and boiled over the fire: "The gas stove cooks medicine?

For Zhang Kuang, this kind of medicine is really a pediatric thing. After controlling the flame, Zhang Kuang took out the ancestral "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases" and read it, distracted and used it sometimes to read and sometimes boil medicine, controlling the size of the flame, the amount of water added, the boiling order, and the sequence and time of the fusion and boiling of different medicinal liquids.

Time passed slowly, when Zhang Kuang finished reading the book "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases", the process of boiling medicine this time also slowly entered the final stage, the original strong smell of medicine in the room slowly faded, and a faint fresh and sweet fragrance slowly emanated from the only steaming clay pot.

"Almost.." Zhang Kuang, who muttered to himself and put down the book of "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases" in his hand, stepped forward to lift the lid of the crockpot and put the two pieces of ginseng that had been prepared into it.

Goo-goo-goo.. After the ginseng slice entered the boiling and slightly viscous liquid medicine, it quickly dissolved as if it were slightly floating, leaving only a small amount of residue to slowly sink to the bottom of the liquid medicine that quietly turned to milky white.

"Huh?" I could only hear a sudden knock on the door, and Zhang Kuang, who was observing the change of the liquid medicine in the crockpot, said casually: "The courtyard door is not closed, please come in!"

With the faint sound of the door being pushed open, only the sound of high heels stepping on the stone floor was getting closer and closer, and Yunkong closed the lid of the crockpot, slowly turned off the gas, turned out the fire, and then turned around and walked out.

The moment he walked out of the door, Zhang Kuang saw the tall figure in the courtyard outside with a strange and familiar feeling. Wearing a white professional suit, faintly visible transparent stockings, crystal-like high heels, a pair of white slender hands that are already beautiful without wearing any accessories, glasses with light gold wire frames add some intellectual beauty, and a pair of inconspicuous crystal studs are worn on the white and tender earlobes, looking curiously at Zhang Kuang and the faintly hot room behind him, smelling the faint smell of herbs, the woman smiled gently, and her voice was pleasant: "Are you boiling medicine?"

"Are you?" Zhang Kuang looked at the woman in front of him, and subconsciously said as if he was not sure.

The woman who was stunned couldn't help but stroked the jet-black hair blowing in her ear with her jade hand and smiled: "Xiao Kuang, how can we say that our two families have been neighbors for so many years, and even I don't know each other anymore?"

"Is it Aunt Ya, come, sit in the house!" Zhang Kuang finally confirmed that this woman was Uncle Li's daughter Li Yajie, and couldn't help but smile and greet warmly.

Li Yajie suddenly stiffened with a smile on her face when she heard this: "Aunt Ya, am I that old?"