Finally, Mu Wanwan followed the double tips from Mr. Long and Maojiu, and simulated several orders and methods of refining the elixir, preparing to try them one by one.

There were not many seedlings of Ningxue to begin with. One was wasted in the failure yesterday, and one was eaten by Mengmeng today, leaving only fifteen, so Mu Wanwan was going to try the Huiling Pill first.

This time, she carefully divided the Huiling Fruit into three parts. After thinking about it, she decided to take the most essential part first. Even though it might be a bit wasteful the first time, she still wanted to refine the elixir first. The

elixir recipe should be fine. Mu Wanwan took the pulp of the Huiling Fruit, and added the iris grass with the lower root stem removed and the flower heart of the silt-clearing flower, and went to the side hall to prepare to refine the elixir. Mengmeng also came with her.

The alchemy furnace slowly floated up. With yesterday's experience, Mu Wanwan was able to control the alchemy fire much more smoothly. When the flames rose, Mao Ju jumped excitedly.

Mu Wanwan smiled, calmed down, and first put the impurities of the bell grass into the alchemy furnace, controlling the alchemy fire. After a while, she used her spiritual power to hold the juice of the bell grass suspended in the air.

This time, the liquid mass was not the deep green color of yesterday, but a little lighter.

Mu Wanwan felt a little more confident and put the pulp of the Huiling Fruit into the alchemy furnace. While controlling the alchemy fire with her spiritual power, she observed the degree of melting.

It was amazing that this time her spiritual power penetrated into the pulp, and she seemed to be able to feel the pure energy in it. Mu Wanwan's heart moved. She slowly controlled her spiritual power to wander in the semi-solid Huiling Fruit essence for a while, and suddenly touched some imperfect small gray dots.

Are these impurities?

Mu Wanwan's eyes lit up, and she concentrated on controlling her spiritual power, wrapping those tiny gray dots and removing them. Fortunately, there were not many impurities in this ball of semi-solidified essence. It took her less than half an hour to remove all the small gray dots.

After all of them were taken out and floated aside, at first glance there was actually a gray ball about half the size of a thumb.

Even the part that Mengmeng didn't mind had so many impurities, so the part that couldn't be used should have more impurities.

Mu Wanwan thought about it, suspended the essence of the Huiling Fruit aside, and probed the spiritual power into the liquid mass of the bell grass. As expected, there were also impurities similar to the small gray dots in it, but the color was brown, granular, and larger in size.

After cleaning up the impurities in the two materials, Mu Wanwan took a breath, took the heart of the Qingyu Flower, and condensed a light blue liquid mass according to the above steps.

Mengmeng stared at her refining the pill, very well-behaved.

Mu Wanwan controlled the spiritual power with shaking hands, and carefully added the three essences into the pill furnace slowly, with a high degree of concentration. It was time to condense the pill, and she must not fail!

The three balls of light green, light blue and amber essence slowly approached each other under the control of spiritual power...

This time, Mu Wanwan did not try to use brute force to condense the materials together like last time, but just gently extracted the spiritual power blocking the three balls of essence.

She was prepared to fail, but this time, the three balls of essence slowly condensed together and mixed into a large ball of three-color liquid, which was rotating in the alchemy furnace.

Mu Wanwan used spiritual power to rub the liquid ball as if stirring it, and controlled the spiritual power to increase the alchemy fire, and the liquid ball became smaller and smaller, and more and more solid.

She was completely immersed in it. She didn't know how long it had been. She only heard a "click" and a slight shattering sound came from the pill furnace. A burst of unique fragrance of pills drifted out, and three pills rushed out of the pill furnace and hung in the air.

Mu Wanwan looked at the pills that had just been refined with joy, and a smile froze on her lips -

why is this Huiling Pill a little different from the one she saw in the pill shop before?

The taste is indeed more fragrant than the Huiling Pill in the shop, and the spiritual power is also more concentrated, but the color and shape of this one seem to be a

little bit wrong. Other people's Huiling Pills are light brown, round, and shiny.

The soul-restoring pill she refined was orange, with pits and holes all over it, and it didn't look round at all_(:з」∠)_

"Chiu!" Mengmeng was very excited, flapping her little wings, and actually flew up with her increasingly plump little body.

Mu Wanwan felt something was wrong and stood up immediately, but still couldn't stop Mengmeng. She watched helplessly as it opened its little mouth and swallowed a soul-restoring pill.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She was so angry, but she couldn't do anything to her own Chiu.

"Meng Meng!" She originally wanted to catch Jiu and beat him up, but before she could do anything, Meng Meng fell from mid-air as if she was drunk, and was about to fall into the alchemy furnace. Mu Wanwan was anxious and grabbed Jiu back in her hand.

"Jiu~"

Delicious.

The Huiling Pill was full of spiritual power, which impacted Jiu's body and made it warm all over. It immediately didn't want to fly away, because there would be two-legged beasts to take care of it anyway.

If Mu Wanwan knew what Mao Jiu was thinking, she would probably throw the fat Jiu away with a "Puh".

But she was a little worried now, so she quickly put the two spiritual pills into the jade bottle and took Meng Meng back to the room. She put Jiu in its nest and subconsciously rubbed Meng Meng's little belly with one hand, hoping that nothing would happen to it.

Then Meng Meng, Meng Meng felt so comfortable that she burped twice in satisfaction, kicked her legs, and fell asleep.

This made Mu Wanwan very anxious. She thought that the pill she made was poisonous and killed Maoju.

She anxiously took out a pill and put it in her hand, trying to calm down and feel the ingredients in the pill. There was only warm spiritual power and essence of spiritual plants, and no poisonous ingredients. Moreover, she also followed the pill recipe, so it should be fine.

Mu Wanwan took two deep breaths and calmed down. She didn't touch Maoju's body again. After observing it for a while, she noticed that its furry belly was slightly rising and falling.

Mu Wanwan: “…”

She rubbed her forehead helplessly, put the jade bottle of medicine on the table, and prepared to refine some more soul-restoring pills. This time, she wanted to try adding some leaves with impurities. Maybe the difference between hers and others was because of the impurities.

Mu Wanwan went out, Mao Jiu fell asleep contentedly, and Long woke up secretly.

Because of the special spiritual plants that Madam had, the curse in his body had been reduced a little. Although it still hurt him a lot, he felt much better under the suppression of most of his consciousness and spiritual power. He also wanted to be closer to Madam before she got tired of him and hadn’t cultivated consciousness.

It was considered...

his last indulgence of himself.

Mr. Long, who didn't know that he had been betrayed by Maojiu a long time ago and didn't notice the fact that his wife was pretending to sleep because he was too nervous and shy, opened his eyes coldly.

He first carefully confirmed with his spiritual sense that his wife had gone far away, and then he sat up gracefully, his black eyelashes trembled, and his obsidian pupils looked straight at the table.

The spiritual plants he tore up last night had been cleaned up, and only a bottle of elixir and a fat bird were lying quietly.

The recording paper and pen were gone, and it was thought that his wife had taken them to record immediately.

Mr. Long glanced at Maojiu indifferently, his heart moved, and he sat seriously on the bed, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the evil thoughts that flashed through his eyes.

The jade bottle on the table was slowly lifted up, and the two soul-rejuvenating pills inside were poured out, flying straight towards a certain dragon, who held them in his hand, while the jade bottle gently hit Mao Jiu's fat belly.

Mr. Long's black hair hung down at his temples, and he held the pills with a smile on his lips -

as expected, she guessed what he wanted to express at once.

With his heart boiling, Mr. Long looked at the pills in his palm, as if he saw his wife who was in tune with him.

Even if she thought it was done by Jiu, they were in tune with each other.

Moreover...

although these two soul-rejuvenating pills were not of high grade, there were almost no impurities in them, and they were all pure energy. The shape was not good-looking, but when he thought that they were refined by her, Mr. Long felt that these two pills were particularly cute.

With his slender fingers, he picked up an irregular orange pill. Mr. Long had a blank expression on his face, even a little serious. His thin lips slightly opened, revealing slightly sharp teeth. His pink tongue tip gently rolled the pill, and a pair of plush ears on his head trembled back and forth.

The fragrance of the pill gradually spread between his lips and teeth, turning into warm spiritual power, nourishing the meridians that were repeatedly torn all the way, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort. His entire dragon scales felt so comfortable that they wanted to open up.

But it was not enough.

Too little.

Mr. Long, who is greedy, ate another pill that his wife had worked hard to make and was going to sell. He was so satisfied that he couldn't help but lick the pill residue on his fingers like a child eating candy for the first time.

He froze for a moment after he finished. You know, he hasn't done such a shameful thing since he was a little dragon.

Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, and he pretended nothing happened. He put down his hand with a cold face and closed his eyes -

it's okay, the pills were eaten by Jiu, and it has nothing to do with Long. Jiu did it. It has a criminal record, and his wife won't doubt him.

There was an unseen smile in Mr. Long's eyes, and he slowly showed a trace of consciousness. He wanted to see how hard his wife worked.

That ray of consciousness, like the wind blowing through the hall and across the sea, drifted to Mu Wanwan's side.

...

Mu Wanwan, who had just replenished the materials from the yard, worked hard to refine another batch of pills according to her last experience.

This time, she added the roots and leaves of the Huiling Fruit, as well as some parts of the Iris and the Clearing Flower that contained a lot of impurities but were not unusable. She carefully used her spiritual power to remove the impurities. Some of the impurities could not be removed no matter what, so she did not try to get rid of them. She just wanted to give it a try, and she succeeded in making pills. It

was still a little different from the ones sold in the store, but at least it was rounder, and the color was still more orange. The number of pills produced was also more. Last time, only three pills were produced, and this time, six pills were produced, which doubled.

Mu Wanwan put away the pills. She felt that she still had a lot of spiritual power left, so she didn't rest. This time, she used a lot more materials and spent more energy. She successfully refined a furnace of twelve pills. She felt that she was completely drained and very tired.

She packed the pills, tidied up, and went out to see that the sky outside was already full of stars.

She stood in the yard, facing the empty yard, weighing the jade bottle of 18 pills that she had refined, and couldn't help but smile. This was almost two bottles of Huiling Pills. According to the market price, it was about two medium-grade spiritual stones.

Two medium-grade spiritual stones! Even if she had to share it with her uncle, she would still have a lot left. Besides, there were still a few days left, so she could refine a lot more pills. Besides, the price of Ningxue Pill is much higher than Huiling Pill. She will try to refine Ningxue Pill tomorrow.

And isn't Ningxue Pill also good for the demon race? Maybe Mengmeng and Mr. Long also need it.

Mu Wanwan felt that a road to wealth was slowly opening up in front of her! If the pill can also remove the curse, and if she is connected with Jiuqing, then Baishuiyao won't be a problem anymore, right? (*^▽^*)

"That's great."

The cool night breeze blew Mu Wanwan's hair. She looked up at the sky full of sparkling stars. Those lights cast a ray of hope in her eyes, brushing away her fatigue from a hard day's work.

Her long hair was spread out, and her sleeves were fluttering, which made her look very thin. Mr. Long, who had been accompanying her in the alchemy with his consciousness, felt a little distressed.

He couldn't help it, and pursed his lips. His consciousness surrounded her, like a piece of clothing, blocking some of the cold wind blowing on her.

"Mr. Long..."

Mu Wanwan suddenly spoke, and Long was so scared that his white ears trembled, and his breathing became a little unstable.

But he quickly calmed down. Madam had not reached the fourth level yet, and she should not have noticed his consciousness.

But he finally calmed down a little, and his consciousness slowly retracted, quietly, and placed it on her hand. His chest was slightly hot. She called him, she was thinking about him.

What does Madam want to say? Mr. Long knew that he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but look forward to it. His heart was pounding, and the beautiful stars like the Milky Way were ignored by him and became the background.

In his world, there was only her.

Mu Wanwan smiled. She held the cool jade bottle and shook hands with the invisible hand that Mr. Long's consciousness had transformed into. Thinking of that man's careful look, she actually felt very much looking forward to it.

Looking forward to him waking up, looking forward to his recovery, looking forward to him calling her madam openly, and also looking forward to his real name.

"I will work hard to make money."

Mu Wanwan was very determined. She would definitely work hard, work hard to earn a lot of spirit stones, work hard to refine a lot of pills, and then make him get better soon.

Her voice was gentle, like a knife smeared with honey, stabbing into his chest, piercing into his heart, and carving deep scars.

She was so good, she was very good, he knew it.

Mr. Long's knuckles turned white, he couldn't help it, the corners of his lips rose and fell, his consciousness was imprinted from her forehead to her lips, he shook her hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "Madam is so nice QAQ"