Chapter 22 Who Tried the Pink Potion?
The sound of roosters crowing could be heard faintly in the distance, and Crown yawned.
After being nourished by the visualization method of the Golden Light Mantra, he had plenty of energy, and even after staying up all night, he did not feel very tired.
He removed the heating tool and waited for the liquid medicine in the crucible to cool down for a while before skillfully dispensing it into individual test tubes.
He threw the cork aside; the liquid needed to cool completely before it could be capped.
When he came to the backyard, he fetched some clean water to wash his face and rinse his mouth, then started cooking.
After a hearty meal, Crown sat cross-legged in Chaoyang's bedroom and began to visualize the rising of the sun.
Ever since the Golden Light Mantra entered the first stage, he found that the proficiency gained from completing a complete cycle of the visualization method was greatly reduced.
Before advancement, each complete cycle could bring two to three points of proficiency, but now, only one point of proficiency is added every two cycles.
The decline in efficiency dampened his enthusiasm. Although he still insisted on spending enough time on visualization every day, he no longer had the same sense of rushing to achieve his goals as before.
Only during the hours of Mao and You would he seize every second. Each cycle of visualization during these two hours could improve his proficiency by four to five points, so he had no choice but to pay attention to it.
Unfortunately, the month of frost has arrived, and the sun rises later and later. If you cannot bask in the sunlight, even if you make the Great Sun Seal with your hands and visualize it at the hour of Mao, your improvement will still be slow.
The same is true for the You hour. Without the blessing of moonlight, the increase in proficiency is no different from that at other hours.
The sun didn't come in until about 6:30, and when it shone on Crown's face, he immediately captured the faint warmth.
He stopped the ongoing visualization, and his hand gesture immediately changed from the golden seal to the great sun seal, and began to visualize the heart as a red sun, penetrating the whole body and radiating outward . It was past the hour of Mao, and Clown felt the body sensation change from warmth to a faint heat. He slowly ended the visualization.
After getting familiar with it for a few days, he discovered that it was not that he could not visualize the Great Sun Seal after the hour of Mao, but that when he visualized it at that time, his body no longer felt comfortable, and his proficiency could not even be improved.
The same situation occurred when he visualized the Moonlight Seal after the You hour. He vaguely understood that it was not that he could no longer visualize the Sunlight Seal or the Moonlight Seal after that time, but that doing so would not only be unhelpful but harmful to his body.
After eating two more bowls of rice with the stew, he went to a shady bedroom and took a nap.
. . . .
The people in the room made moonlight seals with their hands, with a hint of joy on their faces.
When he felt the slight coolness in his body begin to turn into chill, he realized that the You hour had passed, so he stopped practicing and released his hand seal.
A golden wall appeared before my eyes.
[Herbal Medicine: 32/5000; Level 3]
[Shooting: 456/5000; Level 3]
[Golden Light Curse: 1276/50000; Level 1]
[Cooking: 7/5000; Level 3]
The three third-level skills are in green font, and the first-level golden light spell is in blue font.
The increase in herbal proficiency has been very slow. Based on Crown's research on the golden finger, he understands that if he continues to make ordinary potions, one day, the growth of this skill proficiency will completely stagnate.
He was totally surprised that his cooking skill, which he had never practiced seriously, had improved to level three when he cooked that night.
In the introduction after the skill, there is already a special effect: you gradually understand the true meaning of cooking, can fully stimulate the deliciousness of the ingredients themselves, and have a vague awareness of how to cook so that the food can be combined together to burst out a deliciousness that goes beyond the ingredients themselves.
Crown stood up and brought the rice that was still in the steamer.
The staple food tonight is still white rice, and there are two dishes, namely chicken stewed with mushrooms and stir-fried pork intestines.
People in this world don't have the habit of eating animal organs, which is a good thing for Crown.
He got a few large intestines at a low price from a new butcher in town.
When you take a bite of the pig intestines, your mouth will be filled with oil, but it will not make you feel greasy.
Crown soaked the cleaned large intestine in ginger water, and the fishy smell was very light, with a natural spicy taste, which was very enjoyable to eat.
The aroma of the chicken and the freshness of the mushrooms are fully brought out. The potatoes inside are soft and glutinous, and soaked in the thick soup, the taste is equally intoxicating.
He nearly bit his tongue several times.
He ate three bowls of rice and two large portions of dishes in one go. When he finished, he suddenly realized that he was too full! I will be a top chef in the future! Holding a toothpick, Crown paced back and forth in the room in small steps to speed up the digestion of food.
"Uh," after burping, he felt his stomach was not as bloated as before.
There were only a few potions left as backup, and Crown packed the rest into a large medicine box. Then he put on his briefcase, carried the box and walked out of the house.
. . . .
At this time of year, the Goat Inn was always bustling with people. When Crown arrived, two drunks were fighting at the door, and there was a group of men who were watching the fight.
"Ham, break his nose!"
"Robin, come on! I bet on you to win this time. You made me money, so I'll buy you another drink!"
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
It seemed like someone had organized a gambling game, and the atmosphere at the hotel entrance was very lively.
After just a quick glance, Crown didn't stop, lifted the leather curtain and walked in.
Perhaps most people came outside to place bets, and there were less than ten people in the room.
Some people saw the young man carrying a large box and had a look of surprise on their faces.
Crown glanced around but didn't see any trace of his new friend.
"What are you doing?"
Old Jason behind the counter also looked puzzled.
Clown laughed and said, "We made a big deal with the Giselles."
He walked to the counter and took out three pink potions from his pocket: "Old price, 18 silver coins each."
Jason quickly looked around, put away the potion at an astonishing speed, took out some silver coins and counted them: "Here you go."
"See you later," Crown took the money and strode towards the back door.
If such a large box is filled with potions, how many gold shields would it cost to sell?
Jason looked at his back and sighed with envy.
. . . .
All the clutter on the table was cleared away, and some Giselles took out the potions from the boxes and counted them.
Crone sat sideways on the chair and asked, "How is the effect of the pink potion? Who tried it?"
Lemansky said "hmm" and a blush flashed across his face: "Very good, we are very interested in purchasing this drug."
Could it be that the old man used it himself? A guess flashed through Clown's mind.
This is better, more convincing.
He sat in a more comfortable position, smiling broadly, "We can talk about the price now."
The old man said in a deep voice: "After discussion, the caravan has agreed on the highest price we can afford. We are willing to purchase the Bupleurum Potion at a price of 3 silver coins and 50 copper coins, and the Pink Potion at 18 silver coins each."
(End of this chapter)