The Strongest Doctor

"What's your name?" Lynch was stunned.

He had seen for a long time that this blind swordsman should not be simple. Is it true that he has a big future?

However, the beggar suddenly changed his mind and said, "I'd better not. You know, we can't reveal the identity of others here."

"Beggars, before, didn't you say that the lame man was king Wulin?" Lynch road.

"This, isn't that wench of cloud Chang say?" Beggars have no good airway.

"Then you still revealed it. Of course, even if you said it, I don't know much about it. After all, I'm not from the heaven spirit realm, and I'm very strange to everything here."

Even if Lynch had heard of them, he might not be able to imagine their existence now.

After all, he is not at the same level with these eccentric people.

"In fact, you don't need to know so much now. As long as you understand that the village head is willing to keep you, you are already regarded as his own person. Otherwise, do you think they will change their normal situation for you today?"

The beggar's words stunned Lynch.

Indeed, there is a contrast between before and after.

You know, before he was in front of them, he didn't even have the qualification to speak, so he ignored him at all.

"So, you should be content now. They treat you as a waste. In fact, they recognize you." Said the beggar.

Lynch can't laugh or cry. The three inch tongue of the beggar really makes him feel lucky!

It seems that being treated as waste is also an honor for him.

"Well, it's almost time. I'm going to alchemy for four hours every day. Finish it early, and you can have a rest early. By the way, I'm a cleanliness addict. My room must be clean and spotless."

The beggar is serious.

It left Lynch speechless.

You're such a slovenly person, you're still a cleanliness addict?

Of course, Lynch is also brainwashed by the successful words of beggars. I really feel that they care for him a little.

With the beggars back to the house, the smell of lingcao, let Lynch spirit.

Just at first glance, the room was very messy, the ground was full of leaves and roots of spirit grass, bottles and cans were randomly placed on the cupboard, and many books were rummaged and thrown everywhere.

The only place you can get off your feet is probably a big open space in the middle.

"I'll start alchemy now, and you'll clean my room before it's over." Then the beggar sat down in the middle of the open space and took out the golden alchemy stove.

As soon as he touched the ring, he took out dozens of herbs and threw them into the alchemy furnace. With the operation of his true Qi, the alchemy furnace suspended in mid air and began to rotate slowly, sending out wisps of white fog.

Lynch was quite surprised. Isn't fire necessary for alchemy?

This scene is indeed beyond Lynch's understanding.

After observing for a while, Lynch couldn't see why. He picked up the broom in the corner and began to clean the room.

But in this process, Lynch found that the leaves and roots of lingcao scattered on the ground all have a lot of aura, and they have very unique properties.

Lynch has little knowledge of lingcao, but these discarded lingcao are good things just by feeling.

If he could use it, it might help him a little.

But at this time, the beggar's state is very focused, and he is not easy to disturb.

Is to continue to clean the ground, the spirit of these grass are piled up in the corner.

Next, Lynch is going to clean up the bottles.

These bottles and cans are all carved with good arrays, which can effectively seal up the contents.

Originally, Lynch didn't want to peek at what was in these bottles, but some of them didn't plug, and the contents were obvious.

Lynch picked up one and saw that it was a golden liquid with a metallic smell.

"It seems that this should be the additive used in alchemy." Lynch has never eaten pork, and has seen pigs run. He knows that the result of alchemy is ever-changing, and different attributes can produce different effects.

When the bottles were sorted out, Lynch went to pick up the books.

These books are all alchemy books, which record a lot of prescriptions of pills. Some of the herbs used in the prescriptions are unheard of by Lynch, and some of the materials needed for pills are even more incredible.

For example, there is a kind of pill called xuanlei pill, which is actually refining Jiutian xuanlei!

Jiutianxuan thunder is a kind of thunder disaster that must be experienced when the meteoric state breaks through the Shenhai state. It is powerful enough to turn the practitioners into ashes in a flash. It can be said that jiutianxuan thunder is the existence of the practitioners who are scared by the wind.

Can refine this kind of Dan medicine, want to fuse nine days Xuan thunder, this is not fantastic, what is it?

"Maybe, I haven't reached that realm. When it comes to Shenhai realm, or Shenwang realm, Jiutian xuanlei might not be much."Lynch pondered for a moment, watching the beggar still alchemy.

He continued to read these books. Although he could not understand some things, his vision was broadened.

Time is like water.

When Lynch was looking hard, his eyes suddenly turned dark and the light was blocked.

Looking up, I don't know when the beggar is standing in front of him!

"Have you finished all the work?" Beggars have no good airway.

Lynch put the book down and said awkwardly, "master, the house has been cleaned up. I'm really bored. I just read these books to pass the time."

The beggar glanced and hummed, "is this the room you cleaned?"

"The floor has been swept and everything has been put in order. It should be OK." Lynch wondered how else to clean it?

The beggar pointed to him and said, "the spirit grass on the ground is not finished when you sweep it together. You have to pile it up according to the type of spirit grass, and the bottles and cans should be put in order according to their properties. These books are the same, and they should be redone immediately."

"Classification?" Lynch Leng for a moment, speechless way: "excuse me, the ability is limited, do not understand the classification of these spirit grass."

You're kidding.

Lynch is not an alchemist. Besides, these spirit grasses are of different types and have never been seen before. How can they be classified?

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Give me a taste one by one. Record the smell and taste of lingcao for classification." Said the beggar.

"Master beggar, aren't these discarded spirit grasses? Why classify? " Lynch is very depressed. If he goes on like this, he won't have time to practice today!

"Who said I lost it? I just don't have a place to put it, so I put it on the ground. Don't talk so much nonsense. I'm doing it for you. I'll give you more insight. "

Is it really for me?

Lynch looked at hundreds of kinds of spirit grass on the ground, how can he feel cheated!

Especially the smile on the beggar's face, how can it be like caring for children with mental retardation?