The starry night is brilliant.
Wuming came down the mountain carrying a basket on his back. He collected a large amount of herbs and prepared to make elixir.
All right.
In fact, it is not an elixir, but a pill to strengthen the body.
At this level, his greatest advantage is herb identification. Even if he doesn't know the name of an herb, he can still know its efficacy. In this way, he can refine pills with similar effects based on some recipes in his memory.
Originally he didn't want to go down the mountain, but he didn't find any food on the mountain, so he simply went down the mountain and ate something while refining the elixir.
He considered taking the initiative and killing the old man first, then killing everyone in the village, and then slowly investigating A Sheng's mother, but he was not sure whether his force was enough to suppress the people in the village. In case Wang Zong was also in the village, he might not be able to defeat Wang Zong.
Therefore, the key to breaking the deadlock is to refine pills and take drugs to become stronger!
When he returned to the village, every household had already gone to bed. He went back to his room and glanced at his still sleeping mother. He immediately took out various herbs, identified them one by one, and estimated the quantity.
Although there was no light in the room, he could distinguish the medicinal properties of different herbs by their smell and quickly complete the combination.
He took out a stone mortar and pestle, crushed each herb, put them into his mouth and chewed them carefully, then spit them out and rolled them into balls.
Then he went outside, lit a fire and cooked, and put a piece of bacon on the rice to steam. At the same time, he put the pills by the stove to bake.
The most primitive alchemy often only requires the most primitive tools.
Wuming sat by the stove, roughly calculating the time. When the time was up, he took the pill. He felt that it would not kill anyone, so he swallowed it mouthful by mouthful.
There is no such thing as a feeling of heat emanating from the stomach immediately after eating. In fact, there is no feeling at all.
The effect of this kind of crude elixir is not particularly obvious. Wuming estimates that he will have to persist for at least two days before it has any effect. However, he also knows some body-building techniques, and with the combination of those techniques, he should be able to greatly strengthen this body.
“I hope there’s enough time!”
Wuming looked at the fire and thought silently.
Unfortunately, there is no energy like spiritual energy in this world, and meditation cannot be practiced. All he can rely on is that little knowledge of medicine and this level of talent.
Otherwise, he has many ways to become stronger quickly.
This level is obviously more beneficial to physical cultivation, and I don’t know what Wang Zong’s current situation is.
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There is a village under the Black Tiger Village, and many people in the Black Tiger Village come from this village.
In fact, many bandits would come down the mountain when they were not busy and help with farm work in the village.
At this time, the houses in the village were burning with raging fire, and the bodies of the elderly, children, and women were lying in a pool of blood, each of them dying with their eyes open.
Wang Zong walked to the end of the village with a long sword in hand, his eyes calm as he said, "It's a pity, there are no demons... and no Wuming either."
After killing everyone in the Black Tiger Village, he ate something to restore his strength, then went down the mountain to continue killing. As long as he killed all the people in this world, he didn't believe that Wuming would not be among them.
By this time he had also realized what his advantages were.