Song Ci had already blended the herbs again and put them back into the alchemy furnace. Without closing the lid of the furnace, she used a small spoon to turn the roasted pills while dripping honey into them.
As the temperature got higher and higher, more water inside the pill was lost, the pill became smaller and smaller, and the color of the pill became redder and redder. In the end, it turned into blood red, which was even redder than the Fengchun Pill that Mo Zhangkuang and the others took out!
Mo Zhangkuang's eyes became wild, his face filled with excitement. There's always a way out, and the Mo family has finally found a new way forward!
Mo Fengying smelled the increasingly strong medicinal fragrance and felt uneasy. She knew that "Song Fei" might have succeeded.
Mo Fengying was a little discouraged and a little unwilling.
We both have the same brain, so why is Song Fei so powerful?
Mo Fengying secretly looked towards Song Ci, only to find that the old patriarch had stood behind Song Ci at some point, his expression ecstatic.
Seeing how passionately Grandpa looked at Song Ci, Mo Fengying's heart suddenly tightened. Grandpa's eyes clearly regarded Song Fei as the successor of the Mo family!
Mo Fengying was in a state of confusion and couldn't calm down at all.
The Fengchun Pills in Song Ci's hand were finally cooked. She turned off the fire and let the residual heat continue to bake the pills. After waiting for six or seven minutes, Song Ci took out the Fengchun Pills with a spoon.
She looked at the Fengchun Pill and was very satisfied with its quality. Song Ci moved closer to the pill and sniffed it. When she smelled the strong medicinal fragrance that made her heart ache, she knew she had succeeded.
After it was successful, Song Ci didn't plan to make a second one. She didn't believe that anyone could make two Fengchun Pills today, nor did she think that anyone's Fengchun Pills could be more perfect than hers.
More importantly, she never wants to touch such things again in her life.
After placing the medicine in a small box, Song Ci was about to raise her hand to submit her results. As she raised her elbow, she heard an elderly male voice behind her say, "No need to raise your hand, just give it to me."
Song Ci was startled.
She quickly turned around and saw Mo Zhangkuang behind her. She asked in surprise, "Old Patriarch, how long have you been standing here?" She was concentrating on making medicine and did not notice the old Patriarch approaching.
Mo Zhangkuang's tone sounded kind. He said, "It's been a while. Can you let me see your pills?"
Song Ci hurriedly gave the pill to Mo Zhangkuang.
Mo Zhangkuang took the box, held it up, and carefully examined the Fengchun Pills. After a moment, he sighed with emotion, "Very good, very good, Song Ci, are you willing to be my disciple? Become the young master of my Mo clan, and lead the entire clan to promote Chinese medicine?"
It's natural to promote traditional Chinese medicine, but the Mo family's evil ways shouldn't be promoted. But if Song Ci wants to get close to Nangong Yingying and succeed in his plan, he must agree to Mo Zhangkuang's request!
Song Ci quickly knelt down and said respectfully, "Teacher, please accept my student's greetings!"
This scene directly upset the hearts of all the students.
There is no need to continue this assessment.
At Mo Fengying's place, with a "click" sound, the Fengchun Pill failed again. Mo Fengying sat dejectedly on the stool, not saying a word.
She lost!
Mo Fengying, the little genius of the Mo family, was defeated by a foreigner!
Mo Fengying was a little unwilling, but she had to be convinced by Song Fei. That guy was really good. She didn't envy Song Fei, she admired him.
On the other hand, Friday was still calm, turning a deaf ear to what was happening outside, and immersed in pharmaceutical production, still making his final efforts.
After Song Ci finished the exam, she was the first to leave. After she left, the other students who had used up their three chances also left the examination room dejectedly. Even Mo Fengying stood up and left with regret.
In the end, Friday was the only one still struggling in the entire examination room. By this time, it was almost dark, and everyone had not eaten for nearly twelve hours.
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