The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

On the bluestone brick next to the immortal medicine, is the dense numbness of the first nine minutes of Han.

He engraved one later, engraved one later, turned his head and frowned, chopping one off.

After making a few strings, he went back to explore the fairy potion with his god, then frowned and recorded what on the paper.

What Han Chu Jiu studied has completely exceeded Muyan's knowledge of alchemy.

After only a few glances, she went back to refine her dandruff.

More than a dozen hours later, Muyan looked at the successful refining of a pot of Dan medicine and took a long breath.

With the alchemy furnace and inheritance given by Han Chu Jiu, she has made rapid progress in alchemy.

But there always seemed to be something missing, which made it impossible to meet the requirements of Master Nine.

Master Nine is obviously a perfectionist.

The first point is the requirement for the purity of the medicine.

On the mainland market, the purity of ordinary dandelions can reach about 60 percent.

A great alchemist, 70 or 75 percent.

Muyan can now achieve 80% purity of Dan medicine without using the clouds to create the sea.

If you take this medicine out for testing, it will definitely shock a bunch of people in the jaw.

Eighty-five percent purity of dandrug- almost certainly no dandruff, let alone backphage.

But in the first nine eyes of Han, 85% purity of Dan medicine, but it is just waste, eating and wasted garbage.

The requirement of Han Chu Jiu is that, in addition to toxic dan and other dan drugs that produce side effects, the purity of other dan drugs, 85 percent are passed, 90 percent are not satisfactory, and 95 percent are eligible to be his apprentice of Han Chu Jiu.

Mu Yan tested the newly refined Dan medicine with his own pharmacopoeia in the inheritance space.

Eighty-three percent!

Tsk... Mu Yan frowned and didn't even reach Master Nine's pass line.

After a full day of refining Dan, Muang was a little tired and a little more unnamed.

Instead of continuing to refine the alchemy, she left her inheritance space to sleep.

However, the sleep was very unreasonable.

Mu Yan tranced to hear crying in his ear.

She stood in the void and looked in the direction of the crying ahead.

However, the eyes seemed to be cloaked with a layer of mist, which was not true.

Hidden only to see someone lying in bed, surrounded by an uneasy, fearful blackness.

The bed was filled with people on their knees, and that cry came from these kneeling people.

Mu Yan was in a dream, everything was chaotic, and he couldn't even see who was in the bed.

But look at him, and listen to the cry, but somehow feel the pain and panic of a cone spread all over his body.

Mu Yan tried so hard to get to the bed and wanted to see what he looked like.

Slowly, close, close.

The blurry cry seemed to have a few confusing syllables: “The drug... the antidote...”

The mist in front of him seemed to be suddenly pulled away, and the man's appearance was instantly clear.

However, without waiting for Mu Yan to look closely, she seemed to have been hit hard and woken up violently.

Muang sat on the bed, breathing heavily, seemingly feeling what she dreamed of suffocating sad scene, but could open her eyes but can't remember anything.

“Mother.” Bao plunged into her arms and looked at her worried, "Mother, how sweaty is your forehead? What's the matter?”

Mu Yan gently touched his little face: “My mother had a nightmare and was a little scared. ”