Feng Jiu stood in front of the medicine table, her eyes swept over the spiritual herbs, and then she began to pick out the spiritual herbs one by one. She picked the spiritual herbs very quickly, almost without thinking, and directly reached out to pick them up and put them on an empty table beside her.
The 19 alchemists looked at her familiar feeling when she took the elixir, and their eyelids twitched slightly, and they felt a little uneasy in their hearts. Looking at the actions of this little girl, why did it seem that she was very familiar with the elixir? Could it be that they dug a pit and jumped into it themselves
Seeing the little girl picking out those spiritual herbs without even looking at the medicine list, they couldn't help but feel nervous. They looked at the incense stick and saw that it was halfway burned. There were at least sixty or seventy spiritual herbs on the table next to the little girl. They couldn't help but feel nervous.
Did he pass this level? Did he take the wrong one among the hundred kinds of magical medicine
They stared at it nervously until they saw that only one third of the incense stick was left, but the woman in red on the medicine table had stopped.
"Okay." Fengjiu said as she looked at them.
The nineteen alchemists stared at her. They stared at her for a long time before walking forward and checking the list with the hundreds of herbs one by one.
"Snake Fuzi is right, Nine Roots is right, Earth Dragon is right, Seven-Leaf Purple Heart Grass is right..."
They compared them one by one and found that every elixir was correct. Among them, they deliberately picked a few elixir that were difficult to distinguish in shape or smell and mixed them in. Surprisingly, she did not pick the wrong one.
Holding the list, the nineteen alchemists looked at each other in bewilderment. They blinked and took a deep breath, suppressing the strangeness in their hearts. They looked at Feng Jiu, picked up a spiritual medicine and asked, "Let me ask you, what kind of spiritual medicine is this? What is its medicinal effect?"
Feng Jiu took a look and said with a smile: "This is the Seven-inch Qingxin Grass, which has the effect of calming the mind and relieving worries."
"What about this one? Why do you take this one and not this one?" The alchemist took out another elixir that looked like the Seven-Inch Pure Heart Grass and placed them on the table together and asked.
Feng Jiu pursed her lips and smiled: "It is written on the list that it is Seven Inch Qingxin Grass, but this one is Inch Cun Qing. Although the appearance is the same, the medicinal effects are different. Moreover, if the Seven Inch Qingxin Grass blooms, the color is purple, but the flower of this Inch Cun Qing is lavender, and the root stem under the leaves is also lavender. I will not confuse them."
After hearing this, the alchemists were speechless for a long time, none of them could say anything to refute. Could it be that this little girl already knew the difference between these two spiritual herbs, and they were the ones messing around and embarrassing themselves
“Hehehe.”
The Dan King, who was sitting at the side and watching the whole process, stroked his beard and laughed. His face was full of smiles and his eyes were curved into crescents. He looked at the alchemists and said, "Everyone, did she pass this first level?"
After listening to the Pill King's words, even if the 19 alchemists didn't want to admit it, they had to admit that Feng Jiu had passed the first level of the assessment.
So, they nodded, looked at the woman in red with a faint smile on her lips, and said, "She passed. She passed the first level."