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Time is a priceless consumable, whether you like it or not, it's always consumed.

Alchemy is refining and it's almost 3: 30 in the afternoon.

The quenching liquid refining in Song Shu's navigator is nearing its end.

As yesterday, the quenching fluid in the pan changed during the forty-first flavor.

Because of experience, Song Shuhang added calm water this time. After a moment, four kinds of medicine, Fresh Super Wang Zhi, Jiuyang Red Flame Bamboo Slice, Deep Sea Cold Crystal and Snow Demon's Nucleus, are thrown into the pan in one breath.

Waiting for the polarization of Chinese herbal medicine liquid, Song Shuhang directly added the firepower to the maximum.

After everything, Song Shuhang finally relieved himself.

Everything is going so well, it's up to you if you succeed!

Oh, and be prepared for the smell of 'all the stench collections in the world' that might happen in a moment.

Four minutes later.

Boom...

The lid of the hot pot was lifted up again under high pressure, and black smoke sprayed out of the pot, and the unspeakable stench pervaded the entire room.

Song Shuhang was prepared to hold his breath one step early - although the stench still invaded his sense of smell from various parts of his body in some way, pinching his nose in advance also alleviated the stench to some extent.

“What's that smell?” The pharmacist is strong and acute. Especially the sense of smell, which has reached about 300 times that of ordinary people.

This strange stench poured into his mouth and nose, and the pharmacist suddenly felt bad about everyone.

That's a fucking chemical weapon range, right? Normal people will smell nauseous and pale and throw up foam!

If he wasn't strong enough, combined with the frequent smell grinding of alchemy when all kinds of alchemy fail, he might be kneeling when the stench comes.

“If this thing is refined, it's a nightmare for a monk who opened his nose and a second-place master who can't control his sense of smell at will.” The pharmacist muttered, reaching for a beat and lifting a palm wind, scattering the stench of the fog.

“Even if I've smelled it once, I still can't get used to it. I feel like I won't be eating again in the next few days.” Song Shuhang similarly complained.

“Did it work?” Ask the pharmacist.

“This stench has come out, it must have succeeded, right?” Song Shuhang picked up the lid of the hot pot. This lid should be thrown once every time. Even the toughened glass will have to be crushed sooner or later?

The pharmacist pinched his nose and glanced over the side of the hot pot. Only on the bottom of the pan, there is a thin layer of black medicine paste, transparent, flavor flushing.

He stretched his fingers apart and a drop of liquid was provoked into his mouth.

Feel the pharmacological properties of the quenching fluids bursting in your mouth, and the pharmacist smiles satisfactorily: “It is true. ”

Approximately half as weak as his simplified quenching fluid.

Theoretically, the stronger the Dan pills used by the Brothers, the better. However, the simplest quenching fluid, after the drug effect has been reduced to a certain degree, unexpectedly exhibits a special effect!

Old version of the quenching liquid, strong potency. Even the elite disciples recruited by the various sects need to practice months to six months in advance to maximize their qi and blood, and adjust their physical state to their optimal condition before taking it.

After the pharmacist simplified the quenching fluid, the elite disciples of the various doorpins want to take it, and they also need to practice and adjust a month in advance to take it.

But the potency of the quenching fluid only needs to be further reduced, and the disciples in the doorpin need only slightly adjust their condition to take it.

Later, when the body passes through the quenching body, the strength of the body is improved, you can take a higher quality quenching fluid, which greatly saves the initial time to cultivate the disciples.

You know, the time a disciple takes to build a foundation is a race for seconds. The best time to build a foundation is just two years between the ages of four and six, and the sooner you take the quenching fluid, the better.

More importantly, Song Shuhang's method of refining the quenching fluid does not need to do anything deliberately, just convert the alchemy step immediately when the 41st step of refining the 'simplified quenching fluid’ goes wrong.

This method is simply a pharmacist's 'simplified quenching fluid' patch, further refining the 'simplified quenching fluid' Dan formula, and can greatly reduce the loss of medicines by 'alchemist apprentices'.

Seeing the pharmacist's satisfied smile, Song Shuhang relieved his breath and asked: “Can this help you to improve and simplify the quenching liquid Dan formula? ”

“It's not that easy. Your success in refining just proves that I can improve Dan's ideas. I need your cooperation over the next few days, and I need to make some improvements to your alchemy methods. Hey, hey, this is the right trip.” The pharmacist is in a great mood.

Song Shuhang nodded: “I will do my best to cooperate with seniors. ”

The pharmacist nodded satisfactorily, reaching out and pulling out a thick book that quickly recorded the data and details of the experiment just now.

He is known as a genius alchemist and is famous among the monks. But the name and fame of his genius didn't just sit at home and fall on him. From this thick book, you can see how much effort and effort he put into learning Alchemy. And... this thick notebook, 30 shelves in the pharmacist's cave.

Behind every successful genius lies sweat that no ordinary man can imagine.

Song Shuhang looked at the pharmacist, his face stopped talking.

Finally, he couldn't bear to say: "Senior pharmacist, you said that Master Tong Xuan's flying sword will arrive in about four or five hours, counting the time, should be about right? ”

The Fundamental Fist of the Vajra, The True Me Meditation Book! How to build a foundation that will truly get him into the Brotherhood Gate!

Song Shuhang's heart was so stupidly moved that he couldn't hold it down when he thought of two volumes of Brother's introductory kung fu. He can't wait to get these two volumes now.

“Ha ha, no hurry, Master Tong Xuan's flying sword legend uses me as the coordinates, soon I will react. Well, we went back to your dorm, and the transmission coordinates were set at the beginning in your dorm, and if the flying sword wasn't unexpected, it would have flown there too.” The pharmacist laughed.

“Shall we go back now?” Song Shuhang looked forward to it.

“Not in a hurry, while I was watching you refine your quenching fluid, I verified the feasibility of many ideas in my mind, and I need to record them first. Well, if you're in a hurry, go ahead and I'll catch up.” The pharmacist said.

Song Shuhang nodded.

“Senpai, shall I go back to the dorm and stare? ”

“Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.” The pharmacist said, reaching out and throwing, a series of keys to Song Shuhang.

It's the key to the house.

“The keys are for you, there are five floors anyway, I don't have that much to use, I'll lend you the top floor to live in, save you a house to rent.” The pharmacist didn't lift his head either, he said.

Anyway, I bought the house and it won't be useful to have it empty in the future. I'd rather sell Song Shuhang as a favor.

Song Shuhang picked up the key and didn't make love to it: “Thank you Senior! ”

He really needed a house that wasn't disturbed, and... he didn't have any money, and the pharmacist could lend him a room to get his eyebrows right, so he wouldn't be polite with his predecessors.

“Remember to lock the door!” The pharmacist waved and continued to work hard on his thick notebook.

Song Shuhang left at a gentle pace.

Of course, he hasn't forgotten his induction cooker and hot pot, and remember to bring them back so the dorm roommate doesn't suspect them.