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Chapter 347 Refining Medicine
When the morning light pierced through the clouds, the silver-gray liquid in the medicine cauldron had become like water, not as viscous as before.
Hu Qing emerged from the water. His originally illusory outline was now nearly half as solid as before, with only a few flashes of black light occasionally appearing on the surface.
All the nail pieces floating in the medicine basin have dissolved in the water. I just don’t know if Elder Han will come to add more in the evening.
He tried to clench his fist - the life span that was sucked away by the fragments of the holy artifact last night seemed to have been replenished, and the trade stone deep in his dantian was still spinning slowly.
Ever since the deal with the Deep Sea King was made, this broken stone has been rotating in the dantian day after day.
No matter how you touch it or how you communicate with it, the stone remains unmoved.
It seems to have life, but not much...
"Let's go! Let's go ask Senior Sword God." Gu Yang put on his outer robe hastily, and without tying his belt, he pulled Hu Qing and rushed out.
Xiao Zi turned over in his sleep, and his tail slapped the coffee table loudly, with no intention of waking up.
Hu Qing turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into Gu Yang's dantian.
Unlike before, this time he could clearly sense the flow of spiritual energy in the boy's meridians - those tempered veins now glowed with a faint golden light.
Gu Yang's strength is indeed much more refined than before, and he is really working hard on his cultivation.
The aroma of rice porridge wafted through the morning mist of the military camp. The two men circled halfway around the camp, finding twice as many sentries along the way as usual.
But they still didn't detect any trace of Senior Sword God, and they didn't dare to use their spiritual sense too recklessly in the military camp.
When passing by the interrogation camp, Hu Qing's soul trembled unconsciously - the smell of blood wafting from there was exactly the same as what he smelled in the Great Zhou prison.
"Strange, where did Senior Sword God go? He was here yesterday..."
Gu Yang stood on tiptoe to look at the general's platform, where only the deputy general was waving the command flag during routine training.
The two decided to go find Elder Han first to ask him about the whereabouts of Senior Sword God, and by the way, see how Hu Qing's flesh and blood puppet was doing.
Dozens of strings of dried herbs were hung outside Elder Yan's tent. Morning dew dripped down the dry white umbrella caps of the herbs, making clear sounds in the pottery jars.
There were also several winnowing baskets placed around, with sliced medicinal herbs on them, all drying in the sun.
Alchemy is actually very complicated, far from being as simple as described in novels about cultivating immortals.
Stuff all the herbs in, then set the furnace on fire. Slap the lid and the fragrance of the pill will fill the air, and all that comes out are round pills.
This is all bullshit, it's not that easy.
When Hu Qing first came here, he and Gu Yang studied some theories about elixirs, but finally gave up because they found it too difficult.
The main reason is that it takes too much time.
Most freshly picked medicinal herbs need to be processed and cannot be used directly.
Some need to be dried, may need to be screened, or even processed.
Especially the preparation, which takes the most time and is the most troublesome.
In ancient times, it was the same as Paozhi, which refers to the process of making medicine from Chinese herbal raw materials.
There are methods such as fire processing, water processing, or both water and fire processing. Specifically, they can be divided into steaming, frying, roasting, calcining, roasting, refining, boiling, simmering, burning, chewing, chopping, grinding, filing, pounding into a paste, washing with wine, decocting with wine, boiling with bitter wine, soaking in water, and washing with soup.
Since most medicinal materials are raw materials, they are often covered with dirt and other foreign matter, have a strange smell, are toxic, or are damp and not suitable for storage.
After certain processing, the purpose of purifying the medicinal materials, correcting the flavor, reducing toxicity and drying them without deterioration can be achieved.
In addition, processing can enhance the efficacy of drugs, change the properties of drugs, and facilitate the adjustment of preparations.
Moreover, the preparation of medicinal materials requires complex procedures and particularities. For the same medicinal material, different preparation methods may result in different or even opposite effects.
Gu Yang was about to knock on the door when a fierce argument suddenly broke out from inside:
"The Seven-Hole Exquisite Wood must be fresh! Otherwise, what if it goes bad next time..."
"Bullshit! Do you think this is a cabbage? This dead branch in the military camp is all that's left in the entire Eastern Region!"
The door curtain was suddenly lifted, and Elder Han's cane almost poked Gu Yang's nose.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then he shouted into the tent at the top of his voice: "Old Yan! The two boys are here!"
The tent looked like a herbal medicine shop swept by a hurricane.
Various rare materials were classified and piled up into small hills, the most conspicuous of which was the crystal coffin-like box in the center.
——The dense scarlet threads inside squirmed like living things, and in the transparent tubes that occasionally flashed with blood, a milky white liquid similar to bone marrow could be seen flowing.
"You came just in time."
Elder Yan pointed his pipe at a certain place at the bottom of the box and said, "Hu Qing, try putting your hand in there first."
Hu Qing's soul curiously reached into the box.
All those "threads" suddenly stood up and rushed towards him like leeches smelling blood.
Only when you look closely can you see clearly that these are not silk threads, but countless blood vessels as thin as hair!
The forks at their ends are like tiny tentacles, searching for something in the air.
"This time we changed our approach and started the reconstruction from the heart."
Elder Han's single eye flashed with fanaticism, "These are using your spiritual power as a trigger..."
Gu Yang suddenly squeezed in between the two of them: "Where is Senior Sword God? We have something important to do——"
"I went on a 'cleaning' mission."
Elder Yan waved his hand impatiently, "He said he would come back in seven days to take you to practice."
He suddenly narrowed his eyes, "What trouble have you two gotten yourself into again? Why are you looking for him?"
Hu Qing's soul was establishing a connection with a blood vessel, and upon hearing this, his spiritual power almost reversed.
"No way, are we as bad as you think? I need to ask you about some details about the holy artifact."
All the blood vessels in the box suddenly stretched straight.
Hu Qing felt as if thousands of fine needles were piercing his soul, followed by an indescribable numbness.
——Those transparent "pipes" were building some kind of network inside his spirit body, just like a craftsman laying steel bars before pouring the mold.
Elder Yan suddenly leaned closer to the crystal dial on the side of the observation box:
"The compatibility is 98%..." The wrinkles on the old man's face relaxed. "Smelly boy, you'll have a new body in three or four days."
The morning light filtered through the cracks in the tent, casting tiny spots of light on the scarlet network inside the box.
Hu Qing looked at his soul being gradually "woven" and suddenly thought of a movie he had seen in his previous life.
"venom"