In the famine year, the group pet cubs awakened to farm in Shanhaijing

There were only three of them left in the house.

Ji Huai was not at all surprised that Zeng Ziji would ask this question, but Cheng Miaomiao didn't think it was something that couldn't be said. These years, the brothers had been in close contact with them, and he had seen many little monsters in the backyard.

So he briefly explained what he had analyzed.

Except for those at a deeper level, such as the real purpose of the fallen dragon is to kill the gods and transform into dragons, there is no need to tell him such things.

"So the murderer behind the scenes wants to increase his followers by spreading these stone statues, and confuse them to work for him?"

Zeng Ziji said thoughtfully: "And his real purpose is to steal the crops grown in our fields? Is Uncle Cheng chosen because he is from Xiaohe Village?"

Cheng Miaomiao nodded again and again, boasting: "Brother's ability to summarize is getting stronger and stronger."

She poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, holding the cup and drank tons of water. She always felt that the meal at noon was a bit salty, and next time she would let Ji Huai cook. His cooking skills are better than that of Dad. Grandma is fine.

Seeing his worried face, Ji Huai said: "Now that there are all the witnesses and material evidence, Mr. Tang will handle it properly."

"Yes, Mr. Tang has no worries now. We have found the murderer for him. If he doesn't do anything next, then he's a terrible official." Cheng Miaomiao pouted.

Zeng Ziji reluctantly believed their words.

Although he always felt that they were hiding other things, he didn't have any desire to explore. Instead, he took out a few white porcelain bottles from his small medicine box and put them on the table, and handed them over.

"This is the pill that uncle made with the herbs you brought back last time."

"This hemostatic effect is very strong, this can make people energetic, this will increase their strength for a short time after taking this, and this can make people fall into a deep sleep immediately after taking this... Uncle thinks this medicine is very good, and wants to open a medicine shop .”

Cheng Miaomiao watched in surprise as she opened the white porcelain bottle and smelled it.

She couldn't smell anything from the taste alone, but she was really amazed at Uncle Zeng's ability to make medicine to such an extent that she couldn't figure out which kinds of medicinal materials he combined to make this kind of pill.

There was also a hint of surprise in Ji Huai's eyes.

"Uncle Zeng wants to open a medicine store, so he can open it. If the medicinal materials are not enough, I will pick it for him." Cheng Miaomiao wanted to try this medicine, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. "Recently, Uncle Zeng seems to be obsessed with making medicine."

"no, I'm fine."

Zeng Ziji waved his hand and said, "Uncle grows enough medicinal materials to make these pills. He just asked me to give you a share of these medicines, because they are mainly made from the medicinal materials you brought back."

Cheng Miaomiao dragged out the tune.

Got it, borrow flowers to offer to Buddha.

Most of what they brought back were spiritual plants. Even though they had the same effect as ordinary herbs, their real effects were different.

Every time Cheng Miaomiao encountered medicinal herbs, he would habitually distribute some to Dr. Zeng. Firstly, he liked to think about new things, and he was very tight-lipped, never revealing their abnormalities; maximized effect.

In the past, he occasionally made medicinal herbs into pills, but the frequency was not frequent. Over the years, what he has done most is the medicine for treating wind and cold.

It is obviously abnormal to produce so many kinds at once now.

Ji Huai glanced at Zeng Ziji, thought for a while and said, "Did you make any other pills?"

He shook his head: "For the time being, these are the types."

Zeng Ziji clasped his hands on the table, and said embarrassedly: "But uncle said that if you are still going up the mountain recently, can you help him bring back as much herbs as you can, and can you bring some other things besides herbs? give him."

"For example?" Cheng Miaomiao was curious.

"Poisonous weed."

"..."

"There are other things like snake slough, spider silk, wolf teeth and so on."

Cheng Miaomiao was confused, looked down at the white porcelain bottle in his hand, blinked and said, "So, these are used to bribe us?"

Zeng Ziji nodded shyly, "Yes."

With just a few bottles, Uncle Zeng can afford it?
"Okay, we will help Uncle Zeng bring those things."

Ji Huai suddenly spoke.

He looked at Zeng Ziji, pointed to the pills on the table and said: "But we still need these things. These few bottles are not enough. We will take as much as Uncle Zeng has in his hand now. We will go up the mountain tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Cheng Miaomiao paused and looked at him in surprise.

They have spiritual power and know how to judge, even if these medicines are effective, they can't be used.

She lowered her head in doubt and began to look at these pills seriously again. Could they have some other uses that she didn't discover?

Zeng Ziji nodded repeatedly and said: "There are still many at home. Uncle said earlier that he was worried that the Miaomiao lion would open his mouth, so he prepared some more. Since you need them, I will go and get them all now."

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After speaking, he quickly got up and trotted out.

When his back disappeared, Cheng Miaomiao asked in bewilderment: "Brother, are these medicines special?"

Ji Huai gave her a funny look, only at this time would she condescend and call Brother Sheng, he shook his head and corrected: "The special thing is not the medicine, but the person who made the medicine."

"Uncle Zeng?"

Cheng Miaomiao was even more puzzled, why didn't she notice that she was coming.

Zeng Ziji would come back at any time, Ji Huai said concisely: "In ancient times, there was a god race who could refine a kind of elixir. After eating it, the spiritual power in the body would increase greatly. I want Uncle Zeng to try refining this medicine."

This is really shocking.

She reacted for a while, moved her mouth, and then said after a long while: "But the medicines Uncle Zeng gave us were all boiled in a pot. Did we even show him how to cook them? Did you forget? And refining and brewing medicines Isn’t it different?”

Ji Huai said: "You can give it a try."

Seeing her dazed expression, Ji Huai's eyes overflowed with a slight smile.

I couldn't help but leaned over and pinched her face, and said: "In the period when the aura was abundant in ancient times, there were many immortal cultivators of various identities in the human race. Now that the aura is revived, those talented people will gradually stand out. Maybe Uncle Zeng is The kind of person who can make medicine."

Hearing what he said, Cheng Miaomiao finally understood a little bit.

In the memory of the mountain god's inheritance, she did hear the seniors talk about this kind of immortal cultivator. Sure enough, there are still many restrictions in different regions, such as this, she couldn't think of these things at all.

She asked again: "Do you know the recipe for the elixir?"

Ji Huai nodded slightly towards her: "I learned it before, and although my memory is incoherent when I recall it, there are some things that are so profound that I can't forget them, and I remembered them after a little thought."

Having said that, Cheng Miaomiao immediately realized his intention.

"You want to use this elixir to take down those monsters in the mountains and seas?"