Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

With a puzzled heart, Linghe and other people took all the herbs to the backyard, and all the guards followed them. They ran all the way, but they were very responsible for protecting the safety of monsoon smoke.

Especially after Ling he learned that Lei Xu\'s father and son had a big fight, and that he was embarrassed by the monsoon smoke, Ling He, who had a little expectation of Lei\'s father and son, was totally desperate.

They are the only ones who can protect the monsoon smoke in this remote city.

Many bodyguards are exhausted. When they arrive at the backyard, everyone is a haggard face. They don\'t know what to do with the monsoon smoke. Just when they are full of doubts, they suddenly see the monsoon smoke and touch a huge copper container out of the sky!

I landed on the ground!

Ling He and others were even more silly. They were in a state of stupidity all the way. They watched the monsoon smoke light a bonfire under the huge container, and suddenly there was a ray of red light in the container.

Monsoon smoke quickly classifies and processes those herbs, and then puts a batch of them into the tripod.

This tripod is an ancient thing passed down by their school. It\'s faster than the ordinary tripod, and the pills are purer and more effective!

The cultivation of immortals never asks for people, but when they are ill, they practice pills themselves, and are self-sufficient.

Monsoon smoke has no interest in alchemy. She was forced by her lazy master to refine the pills for more than ten years. Now she can make alchemy with her eyes closed.

When the herbs enter the cauldron, monsoon smoke will fold the leaves of a banana tree from one side as a small fan, squatting on the edge of the cauldron for a while with the wind.

Sunset was gradually engulfed by the night, Linghe and their tired leaning aside, one by one, they were numb to their own miss\'s strange actions.

Just as they were already drowsy, the monsoon smoke suddenly shouted, "it\'s done!"

At this sound, Linghe\'s drowsiness was completely gone. Everyone trembled and looked up and saw that the monsoon smoke took a dark brown pill from the copper container.

"Come on, one by one." The monsoon smoke smilingly took the pills with residual temperature and put them in Linghe\'s hands one by one.

Ling He and others stared at the "mud ball" of the dirty paint in their hands, and their faces were tangled.

"Miss, what is this?"

"Pills can cure your injuries." The monsoon smoke said with a smile.

Linghe\'s eyebrows are almost wrinkled and knotted. He probably understands what monsoon smoke is doing and what alchemy? Miss, it\'s clearly refining medicine!

A powerful pharmacist can refine the healing potions, but most of them are liquid. Ling he has never seen this "mud pill" form. He deeply feels that the monsoon smoke is not necessarily fooled by those bastards of Ji\'s family. He mistakenly thinks that if you throw the herbs together and burn them, you can refine the healing potions.

After all, with Jijia\'s attitude towards monsoon smoke, how could someone teach her how to make medicine!

You know, pharmacists, even in the capital, are very rare!

People hesitated, but looking at the big eyes of monsoon smoke, they could not help but live up to miss\'s kindness.

With the determination of a strong man\'s broken wrist, Ling he took the lead in swallowing the "mud pill" which seemed to make people have no appetite!