Legendary Pharmacist

Master Ming Zong smiled slightly, took the lamp stand on the table and stretched out his index finger, and then tapped his thumbs on the knuckles of the index finger one by one.

When the thumb touched the knuckle at the end of the index finger, the master's two fingers flashed the khaki flash at the same time, which looked like polished copper shimmering in the sun.

Then the master used his index finger and thumb to lightly pinch the iron pole supporting the lamp stone of the lampstand, and there was a crisp sound, the iron pole snapped, and the lamp stone rolled down onto the table.

"So powerful?" Zheng Qiu opened his mouth wide in surprise, and took a closer look at the base of the lampstand.

The broken place was smooth without burrs. It seemed that the pole was not iron but wood, and it was cut off instantly by the sharp blade.

Master Ming Zong looked smug, and explained slowly while drinking water: "Apprentice, this ordinary miscellaneous work is out of my sight.

At first glance, anyone with a high level of cultivation can do things like folding things, but folding a flower finger can only fold small things and requires the use of fingers, which is a worthless miscellaneous skill.

But in fact, this flower-folding finger can perfectly fit any kind of life skills, because it can't cultivate energy by itself and needs life skills to support it. And the higher the user's cultivation level, the greater the power of the flower-folding finger, which can eventually reach the point of destroying gold and breaking jade. "

Zheng Qiu flipped through the brochure, but his mind was still confused: "Master, can't I practice life skills? Then how should I use this folded flower finger?"

"Hey, this is the key point. The flower-folding finger needs the energy of the life skill to support it. This energy is not activated by the user actively running the life force, but is driven by the flower-folding guide. It's not that you can't measure the fit The nature of your own breath, then use the folding finger to draw out your own breath."

Slap, the master slapped the cup on the table, pointed at Zheng Qiu and said: "Apprentice, from today onwards, you should practice this flower folding finger well. As I said, as long as there are enough medicinal materials, pigs can also achieve Taoism and start a sect." , then this concept starts from you!"

The booklet of "Folding Flower Fingers" is very thin, only about twenty pages, and Zheng Qiu can finish it with a glass of water. He memorized the movements drawn in the booklet, and after practicing for half a day, he was able to draw gourds exactly as they were done, without any mistakes.

In the next few days, he kept a few pairs of bamboo chopsticks in his pocket anytime and anywhere. After listening to the class in Fangcao Building and reciting the contents of the good books, he sat on a stool on the balcony and practiced folding chopsticks.

However, this folding of chopsticks is not a simple breaking. You cannot use brute force in this process, you must use the movement of folding fingers, and gently pinch on the chopsticks, relying on strength to break the chopsticks.

Day after day, the more Zheng Qiu practiced, the more he had a headache. He had to touch the chopsticks with his fingers, which could be broken if he broke them with both hands. As a result, none of the chopsticks were broken, but the place where the fingers touched became more and more slippery, so bright that it almost reflected light.

On this day, after listening to the master's lecture, Zheng Qiu sat on the balcony and touched his chopsticks. After taking out the chopsticks and touching them a few times, Master Ming Zong hurried over.

"Apprentice, apprentice! The planting methods you wrote have yielded results."

Zheng Qiu put down his chopsticks: "There is a result? How is it?"

"Sure enough, as I expected, these planting methods are not effective. The number of germination and survival is completely inferior to that of normal planting, not even one-third."

"Ah? Not even one-third?" Zheng Qiu tilted his head and recalled, he should have written correctly.

He continued to think about earlier times. Indeed, when his grandfather taught him how to grow medicine on Yuexi Mountain, he didn't say how the survival rate of these planting methods was. I planted medicinal materials by myself, after my grandfather asked him to take care of the medicine garden by the river, and before I took care of the medicine garden, my grandfather did all the planting work by himself.

He remembered that the medicinal materials he planted by himself at that time did not seem to have any kind of death. He wondered why Master Mingzong couldn't do it the same way. Is there something wrong?

"But... but, master, but I planted with these methods, and more than 90% of them are alive." Zheng Qiu dare not say that all of them are alive.

So he changed it and said a conservative number.

"What?" This time it was Master Mingzong's turn to be confused, "More than 90% of them survived? Using these planting methods?"

Without further ado, the master grabbed Zheng Qiu's clothes and carried him all the way downstairs.

Landing in front of a large pile of flower pots, the master put Zheng Qiu down, and took out many bags from the soil-stained basket on the side.

Master Ming Zong threw the bag in front of Zheng Qiu, pointed to dozens of flowerpots on the left and said, "There are more than ten kinds of medicinal materials here, all of which are planted according to the method you wrote. Look at those flowerpots, there is nothing in them. A few live ones."

The master picked up a bag and stuffed it into Zheng Qiu's arms: "The ones on the right are all empty flowerpots. Apprentice, you can look at it and follow the method you said."

Zheng Qiu nodded, poured out the seeds from the bag, ran to the side of the flower pot and planted them one by one. Master Ming Zong put his hands behind his back and watched closely behind. The more he watched, the more confused he became. Zheng Qiu is indeed planting with the method of writing, which is exactly the same as his planting process. Could there be other negligence?

After a long time, Zheng Qiu wiped his little hands and looked at the master: "Master, I'm done planting."

"Uh...uh, finished planting? Then go back after planting."

"Where are you going?"

"Today's class is over, you go back to Fangcao Xiaoge to rest."

"Oh, see you tomorrow, Master."

After Zheng Qiu left, Master Ming Zong fetched paper and pens, numbered the pots Zheng Qiu planted one by one, and decided to record the growth of medicinal materials every day.

As the days passed, Zheng Qiu still made no progress in folding his finger. One of his chopsticks was broken, but it wasn't the finger.

He went to ask Master Ming Zong what to do, but the master didn't say anything else, just let him continue to practice folding fingers.

But in fact, Master Mingzong is facing a big problem. He watched Zheng Qiu's medicinal herbs sprout one after another. Compared with the one he planted in the flower pot on the left, it can be described as lush. .

What is the situation, Master Ming Zong pondered for several days, and decided to use a method to try Zheng Qiu. He found hundreds of chrysanthemum seeds. Chrysanthemum can germinate in just two days, which is the most suitable test material.

He found Zheng Qiu with a cloth bag containing chrysanthemum seeds: "Apprentice, I have chrysanthemum seeds here, do you know them?"

"know."

"Then will you plant?"

"Yes."

"Okay, you come with me."

Master Ming Zong led Zheng Qiu up the dry ladder to the floor covered with mud. He stuffed the cloth bag to Zheng Qiu and said, "Apprentice, there are hundreds of chrysanthemums here. You can plant them."

Zheng Qiu shook the bag, feeling a little heavy: "Do you plant all of them?"

"Of course, don't leave a single one."

"oh."

Zheng Qiu brought the wooden basin, filled it with water, shook open the cloth bag and poured the seeds into it. Then he squatted by the basin and washed the seeds one by one. At the same time, he kept stirring the water to pick out the soaked seeds.

Master Ming Zong narrowed his eyes slightly and showed a meaningful smile. He walked to the table and sat down, playing with the lampstand on the table with both hands, but his eyes stayed in the direction of Zheng Qiu.