The content is very cumbersome and messy, like a person's miscellaneous notes, but any fool can see how valuable this notebook is.
Chen Qingfeng looked up at Muyan blankly, "Miss Jun, you...why did you give me this?"
This time, even Xiaobao couldn't bear it anymore.
Finally spit out those two words coldly again, "Stupid! You idiot!"
Chen Qingfeng was shocked, as if Xiaobao's "idiot" had opened up Ren Du's two veins at once.
His eyes widened suddenly, and he said tremblingly, "Miss Jun, you... you want to teach me how to make medicine?"
Muyan shook her head, "At least I'm not completely stupid."
"Ke Ke Ke... But, this should be your untold secret, how can you teach me, an outsider?"
This book of mysterious medicine is indeed a note of Muyan's experience in refining medicine in the mountains for the past four years.
If you take it outside and sell it to a pharmacist, you can definitely sell it for a sky-high price.
But to the current Muyan, this is really not a secret.
Because, her real secret of refining medicine is no longer a prescription, but the Tianmoqin, the skill of a Kagami musician.
However, Chen Qingfeng, a stunned young man, couldn't explain clearly.
Muyan swept her eyebrows horizontally, and said in a deep voice: "A man, don't be a mother-in-law. To learn or not to learn, it's just a matter of one sentence."
"Learn, learn!" Chen Qingfeng hugged the mysterious medicine book in his arms as if he had found a treasure, and kowtowed several times to Muyan, "Miss Jun, don't worry, even if I don't eat or sleep every day, I will definitely not Lived up to your expectations."
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Let's not talk about how Chen Qingfeng spent the next few days forgetting to eat and sleep, and fell headlong into refining medicine.
Not to mention, under the operation of Ruyan and the escort of Lao Tao, Junji Pharmacy has flourished and become popular in the whole city.
In the next few days, Muyan's attention was all on the dozen or so ghost market slaves.
The Ghost City Ten Thousand Cave is called the Ten Thousand Cave, and of course there are so many slaves that they cannot be counted.
And these dozen or so slaves, seeing the fierce eyes in their eyes and the evil spirit emanating from their bodies, they knew that none of them were kind.
However, Muyan said: She is very satisfied.
"I can give you a chance." Muyan glanced at these people, and said straight to the point, "As long as you win, I will set you free, and I promise that neither Ghost City nor I will trouble you again. But if you lose , you must be obedient and work hard for me. Do you have any objections?"
More than a dozen slaves looked at each other with bright lights in their eyes.
But no one was ecstatic.
One of the men with scars all over his face, who looked scarier than Yan Haotian, took a step forward and asked in a rough voice, "Who are we going to win? Is it you or him?"
The man with the scar pointed at Yan Haotian.
With the help of Lao Tao in Junji Pharmacy, Muyan transferred Yan Haotian to Xiaobao's side.
Let him fully obey Xiaobao's orders and take care of Xiaobao.
When the scarred man asked, the dozen or so slaves stared nervously at Yan Haotian as if they were facing an enemy.
In the ghost market, there are not many slaves who don't know the "Madman No. 3" who has won many battles in the Colosseum.
Even if some of them have a higher level of cultivation than Yan Haotian, they have never benefited from him.
Seeing the expressions of these slaves, Muyan raised the corners of her lips slightly, revealing a smile that was indescribably bright and moving.
"neither."