4149 Muyan's Nightmare: Who Was Injured? (One)

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On the bluestone brick next to the immortal medicine, there is a dense array of talismans carved by Han Chujiu.

He carved one at a time, another at a moment, turned his head but frowned again, and crossed out one of them.

After fiddling with a few talisman formations, he went back to use his divine sense to explore the elixir, and then frowned and recorded something on the paper.

What Han Chujiu has studied has completely surpassed Mu Yan's knowledge of alchemy.

After only a few glances, she went back to continue refining her own medicine pill.

More than a dozen hours passed in a blink of an eye, and Mu Yan took a long sigh of relief as he looked at the pot of medicinal pills that had been successfully refined.

With the alchemy furnace and inheritance given by Han Chujiu, she has made rapid progress in alchemy.

But it seems that there is still something missing, which makes it impossible to meet the requirements of the nine masters.

Master Jiu is obviously a perfectionist.

First of all, the first point is the requirement for the purity of the medicinal pill.

On the market of Cultivation Continent, the purity of ordinary medicinal pills can reach about 60%.

A powerful alchemy master can reach seventy or seventy-five percent.

And now, without using Yunsheng Jiehai, the purity of the medicinal herbs can reach 80%.

If such a pill is taken out for testing, it will definitely shock a lot of people's jaws.

Eighty-five percent pure elixir, it can almost be said that there will be no erysipelas, and it will not be backlashed.

But in Han Chujiu's eyes, 85% pure medicine pills are just waste products, and eating them is also a waste of garbage.

Han Chujiu's requirement is that, except for the poison pill and the pills that produce side effects, the purity of the other pills is 85% pass, 90% unsatisfactory, and 95% only. Qualified to be his Han Chujiu's apprentice.

Mu Yan used the magic weapon in the inheritance space to test the newly refined medicinal pill.

Eighty-three percent!

Tsk... Muyan frowned, not even reaching the passing line of the ninth master.

After practicing pills all day, Mu Yan was a little tired, and even a little bit inexplicably upset.

She did not choose to continue alchemy, but left the inheritance space to sleep.

However, this sleep was very restless.

Mu Yan was in a trance when she heard a cry that kept ringing in her ears.

She stood in the void, looking at the direction in front of the crying.

However, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, so he couldn't see it clearly.

Only faintly saw someone lying on the bed, surrounded by a disturbing and frightening black air.

There were people kneeling around the bed, and the cry came from these kneeling mouths.

Mu Yan was in a dream, everything was chaotic, and he couldn't see who was on the bed at all.

But looking at him and listening to the cry, he felt an inexplicable pain and panic spread throughout his body.

Mu Yan exhausted her strength and walked towards the bed, wanting to take a look at the man's appearance.

Slowly, close, close.

The originally vague cry seemed to be mixed with a few vague syllables: "Medicine... antidote..."

The fog in front of him seemed to be suddenly cleared away, and the man's face was instantly clear.

However, before Mu Yan could take a closer look, she suddenly woke up as if she had been hit hard by something.

Muyan sat on the bed, gasping for breath, vaguely feeling that she had dreamed of a suffocating and sad scene, but when she opened her eyes, she couldn't remember anything.

"Mother." Xiaobao threw himself into her arms and looked at her worriedly, "Mother, your forehead is sweating a lot? What's the matter?"

Muyan touched his little face gently: "Mother had a nightmare and was a little scared."

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