Chapter 105 Trying to Refine Medicine

After returning from Taolin, Mu Qingge asked You He and Hua Yue to guard the gate of the garden, not allowing anyone to come in to disturb them. All three meals a day are also delivered to her room, and they will be cleaned up later.

In the side room of Mu Qingge's room, the three walls of the small room were filled with medicine cabinets.

The names of herbs are written on each drawer.

In the middle of the room, there is a three-legged medicine tripod and a long table, which can be used for medicine distribution and preparation before refining medicine.

Mu Qingge stood in this room, looked around, and nodded with satisfaction.

In the inheritance of the Alchemy God, to learn to make pills, the first thing is to learn the most basic medicine refining.

The herbs of different amounts are refined through the pill furnace according to the steps of the pill recipe, with the assistance of spiritual power. Only when ten furnaces are refined and ten furnaces are obtained, and there is no loss of medicinal powder, can it be regarded as mastering the basic steps of making pills, refining medicines.

Only when this step is truly done can it be regarded as the first step in the process of refining medicine, and one can try to refine low-level medicinal pills.

The so-called low-level medicinal herbs are basically the same as the golden sore medicine and Huoxue San that Mu Qingge once knew about. If you want to be more vivid, it is the cold medicine and Xiaoshi tablets that were always prepared by the family in the previous family.

Although low-level medicinal herbs are of low grade and average efficacy, they are not very common in Qin. It should be said that in the Qin state, there are more medicinal soups and potions than medicinal herbs.

Because there are almost no alchemists in the Qin state. Only a few people were also supported by the royal family and the big family to make alchemy for them. The refined medicines are all medium and low-level medicinal herbs. Among them, there are more low-level medicinal herbs, and medium-grade medicinal herbs are rare.

Back then, when Mu Xiong took out the pill that saved Mu Qingge, no one in Qin could refine it, let alone possess it.

Everything was ready, Mu Qingge stretched out, as if ready to show off.

Turning to look at Mo Yang, who had arranged everything here in secret, she said, "This matter is well done, but remember to keep it a secret, even the old man can't tell."

"Yes." Mo Yang nodded without any hesitation.

In terms of obeying Mu Qingge's orders, he did better than You He and Hua Yue.

Waving his hand, Mu Qingge said: "You go down first, I didn't call you, don't come in if anything happens."

Mo Yang responded, turned to leave the room, and closed the door.

The room was filled with the smell of various herbs, which made Mu Qingge extremely uncomfortable. But in the end he endured.

"Isn't it just refining medicine and making pills? I don't believe how difficult it is!" Mu Qingge moved her limbs, walked to the long table, and began to recall the basics of getting started in inheritance.

"First pick the medicine, divide the medicine, weigh it, grind it, and finally refine it!"

After mastering the steps of refining medicine by heart, Mu Qingge rolled up his sleeves and started working!

What she wants to refine is the simplest pure heart powder.

The effect of this medicine is to calm the mind and calm the mind. It is similar to the soothing aromatherapy effect of the previous life.

Thanks to the inheritance of the Alchemy God, she doesn't have to bother to memorize the appearance of the thousands of herbs and their various effects, which complement each other. The most basic pharmacological knowledge was engraved in her mind, and she couldn't forget it if she wanted to.

It can be said that if someone and Mu Qingge knew more herbs than anyone else at this time, even the most powerful alchemists on the Linchuan Continent couldn't compare to her.

However, if it is compared to refining medicine and making pills, any apprentice can defeat her.

Taking out the herbs for refining Qingxin Powder from the medicine cabinet, Mu Qingge sorted them one by one with a clear mind.

Afterwards, the grass clippings mixed in it were carefully selected, as well as some malnourished herbs.

After picking up and dividing the medicine, it is time to start weighing.

During this tedious process, Mu Qingge sighed in his heart: Refining medicine and making pills is really a job that combines physical and mental power. The main thing is that you have to endure loneliness.

Because this process is so boring!

With her lips pressed together, Mu Qingge stared at the scale on the medicine scale and weighed the last herb.

After all the preparations for the current period have been prepared, three hours have passed.

After Mu Qingge used up the food delivered by You He on the way, she sat cross-legged in front of the pill stove to rest her mind.

According to the Tanshin Heritage, it is not easy to refine different herbs into powder and blend them with each other. Because the properties of the medicine are different, if they are not careful, they will collide with each other, causing the explosion and the failure of refining the medicine.

Moreover, this step must be guided by spiritual power to complete. It is necessary to extend one's own spiritual power into the pill furnace, coordinate the fierce collision between different medicinal powders, and guide them to dissolve together.

Therefore, before Mu Qingge takes the next step, he must cultivate his spirit and accept the challenge.

After a stick of incense, Mu Qingge gently opened her eyes. A gleam of light flashed through her clear eyes. At this time, she was full of mental energy and was ready to make medicine.

Taking a prescription of Qingxin Powder and placing it in front of him, Mu Qingge opened the lid of the pill furnace.

Pull out the fire peg, and throw it into the stove under the pill stove.

Suddenly - the dry wood and kerosene that had already been put into it burned.

The orange flame jumped upwards, and the outstretched flames kept licking the bottom of the pill stove.

Feeling the heat of the pill stove, Mu Qingge threw the first herb into the pill stove.

Spirituality is a very false thing. Those who can feel it, naturally know what it is. And people who can't feel it, no matter how others describe it, they can't understand what it is.

Mental power is no stranger to Mu Qingge.

The transparent mental power like tentacles quietly stretched out from her eyebrows, extended to the pill furnace, entered it, turned into a baby-like little hand, and played with the herbs in the pill furnace...