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Weiqing followed the tiger into the courtyard and arrived at the main house. Uncle Jian was lying on a rattan chair and smoking.

Tiger stood there like a obedient child, looking at a feather duster in the corner, holding it in his hand, he walked over and said softly: Uncle Jian, you don't have to care about me every time you come back, and yet you pretend you don't like me, right?

Uncle Jian closed his eyes and continued to smoke, and snorted: "Who cares what my ass!"

Tiger handed over the feather duster in his hand and said, "As usual, hit my butt to let you vent your anger. But since my friend is here today, can you not take off your pants? "

Uncle Jian snorted: "Mind my own business!"

Weiqing's gaze fell upon a furnace in the room, which had a pot of blackened smoke inside, and a bamboo dustpan at the side that had some unknown medicinal ingredients scattered on it. The fire had a slightly burning smell, and Weiqing reminded him: "Uncle Jian, the medicine is going to burn out.

"As an outsider, what do you know!"

Uncle Jian stood up from his rattan chair, walked over slowly, opened the lid of the medicine pot and grabbed a handful of herbs, then snorted: I'm brewing medicine, have you heard of brewing medicine before?

Weiqing's face revealed a slight smile, and muttered softly, and said: "How is this refining medicine, this is just blindly stirring."

Although Uncle Jian was a little old, he had good ears. When he heard Weiqing's mutterings, his expression immediately changed and he shouted, "Kid, be careful when you speak. "Even though I'm not an official pharmacist, who knows how many people are lining up to buy the ointment I've brewed?"

Weiqing only laughed, walked over and said: "This kind of paste, you can only trick ignorant commoners outside. In my eyes, you are just trash!"

Uncle Jian was immediately enraged. His fingers trembled as he pointed at the door and shouted: "Get out here!"

"Hehe, Uncle Jian will give face to Huzi, let me teach you how to refine medicine." Weiqing walked over and picked up two logs from the stove. One of them was gently broken, and said: "These are winter logs, they are easy to break." Then he picked up another piece of wood and said, "This piece of wood should be spring wood, and it should be much tougher. If you boil medicine, do you know how different the fires of spring, summer, autumn, and winter are?

The moment the expert said that, he knew if there was anything wrong, the anger on Uncle Jian's face immediately disappeared, but he still remained calm and said: "Continue."

Weiqing said: "The true control of the fire is very important. I don't know what kind of material you're boiling in this jar, so I don't know which kind of firewood is more suitable. That's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that when you boil the medicine, you simply add the medicinal herbs in, and when it becomes a sticky medicine, you can use it as an ointment? "How effective can this kind of crude ointment be?"

Uncle Jian took a deep breath, his tone became slightly more polite, and asked: "Then what do you think we should do?"

Weiqing laughed: "Work slowly, if you truly want to make a good piece of ointment, when the medicinal ingredients are cooked once and the essence is filtered out, the medicinal ingredients should not be used again. Such a cycle, although it will waste a lot of medicinal ingredients, the effects of the ointment you made are much stronger than before. At the very least, the ointment would look terrible, not to mention its effects, and … "

Uncle Jian wiped the perspiration off his face and asked: "What else?"

Weiqing asked: "Are you sure you want me to continue? These words might be a bit hard to listen to."

Uncle Jian nodded and urged: "Go ahead."

Although Weiqing was also an alchemist who didn't have much experience, and had not really concocted any ointment yet, he was able to recite the teachings of the Elder Yao regarding the Immortal Skin Jade Muscle and Pei Yuan Pill. Just by showing a little information, Weiqing was able to make the unofficial alchemist, Uncle Jian, into a celestial being.

Weiqing sputtered and spouted a whole bunch of information, and his speech was not polite at all. In the end, when he spoke, Uncle Jian's face was completely red with shame, but there was also excitement that he could not conceal!

"Alright, that's all I have to say. If I'm thirsty, I'll go outside and find some water to drink."

The Uncle Jian immediately walked outside excitedly and personally poured a pot of tea for Weiqing. He chuckled and said: "Little brother, come, taste our Three Immortals Mountain's tea water, water is our Three Immortals Mountain's underground spring, tea is also the deep mountains's tender tea leaves, drink it, continue nagging at me."

Weiqing drank a large cup of tea and shook his head: "Uncle Jian, it's not that I don't want to chat with you, but I still have things to do at Three Immortals Mountain."

Uncle Jian asked: Is there anything I can help you with?

Weiqing laughed out loud: "This matter, Uncle Jian might really be able to help. I heard that there are three colored Mandala s in the Three Immortals Mountain, do you know about it?"

Uncle Jian's expression changed slightly as he asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Weiqing laughed: "Tell me, can you still not tell who I am? I need three colored Mandala for my medicine! "

Uncle Jian sighed: "You came late. Two days ago, a young man also found me and gave me a Pills. I pointed out a path for him. The three-colored Mandala only blossoms once every ten years, and calculating the date, this month is the day it is being harvested. "

Weiqing frowned: "Could it be that there's only one of these three colored Mandala's entire Three Immortals Mountain?"

The Uncle Jian nodded his head: "Seems like you still don't know enough about the three-colored Mandala. A three-colored Mandala is a poisonous flower, and a single leaf is a type of poison, even if one lightly touches the petal with their finger, it would poison them, and the fragrance it emit, whoever is smelt by it, as well as the birds and animals, will die within three days! Before the Mandala blossoms, the surrounding forest and vegetation would be more lush and flourishing than anywhere else, used to conceal its growth. When it blooms, all the plants around it will slowly wither, becoming its funeral flower! "

Weiqing was secretly shocked when he heard this, and said in disappointment: "But I really need a three-colored Mandala flower."

Uncle Jian shook his head and said: "Weiqing, I advise you to give up. Once the Mandala blossoms, its surroundings are completely bare, but there is a kind of three-coloured snake protecting it around, this kind of snake is also extremely poisonous, when I was young, I saw it from a distance, thousands of three-coloured snakes guarding the Mandala's surroundings, it looked like their legs were weak. It is normally difficult to find a three-coloured snake in Three Immortals Mountain, but a three-colored Mandala is able to attract so many poisonous snakes to protect it, where the door is is."

Weiqing asked: "The Pills that that young man gave you, can you let me have a look?"