Female killer crossing into money-losing goods: Perfume Princess

Chapter 682 Meeting the Old Man Again (10)

The white-haired old man stared, "Who says I can't make medicine!"

"Then why are all the medicines you refine mixed with black spots, and nine out of ten furnaces are mushy." Tang Duomi couldn't help shaking her head when she thought of the elixirs she had thrown away. Many of them are thousand-year-old elixirs with strong medicinal powers, and those of his elixir can't even reach the first level.

However, the millennium elixirs are all treasures of heaven and earth, that is, medicine dregs, without any treatment, the effect can reach the potency of a first- and second-order elixir.

The hand of the white-haired old man who was holding the medicine stopped, his eyes rolled around, and his white eyebrows piled up into a funny look.He came over again and asked Tang Duomi quietly: "How do you know that nine of the ten furnaces I smelt are burnt?"

Tang Duomi rolled his eyes, his medicine cauldron had a thick layer of slag, and she said that she praised him out of conscience when he said that he made ten furnaces and made nine furnaces. "Find a pharmacist first, and let someone teach you how to purify it. You don't understand anything, and you don't learn from others. It's a waste of medicinal materials!"

The white-haired old man was unconvinced: "Who said I don't know anything? I think they practice like this..."

"Who's it for?"

The white-haired old man scratched his neck and shouted stubbornly: "You don't care who I look at, anyway, this is how I practice."

"Shouldn't you peek at others practicing a few times and think they will?"

"Who, who said that..." The white-haired old man blushed, walked two steps, came back, and asked Tang Duomi quietly, "How do you know?"

Tang Duomi almost spat out a mouthful of blood: Is this the legendary future medicine king?
"Please ask me to ask you a master. Not to mention the medicine king of the Angry Continent, there are a lot of pharmacy masters. No matter how bad it is, a great pharmacist will do..."

"No! No!" The white-haired old man shook his head incessantly, "How can I, the dignified future King of Medicine, worship a little master of refining medicine as a master? No! A master of this level can't teach me, the King of Medicine."

Tang Duomi looked at the white-haired old man with disdain. With his nonsensical level of refining medicine, he actually looked down on the master refining medicine. "Then why don't you ask Medicine King to be your master?"

The white-haired old man whimpered in a low voice: "If it weren't for those two old bastards who refused to make medicine for me, why should I learn it by myself? Is the king of medicine amazing? One day, Laozi will also be the king of medicine, huh! No! , Lao Tzu wants to refine into a medicine god, and make those two old bastards jealous!"

(End of this chapter)