Zuo Feng put the short blade in his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully by the moonlight. The short blade is pitch black, the blade has a slight curvature, a little thicker than the width of the ordinary dagger, and there are jagged barbs on the back of the knife.

The handle of the short blade is also delicately made, with thread-like indentations carved on it, and a ring-like ring at the end of the handle.

Stretching out two fingers and flicking it on the short blade, the sound of "Ding ......" was melodious and pleasant, sounding more like the roar of a weapon like a long sword. The short blade is made of steel, but it is much heavier than steel.

Zuo Feng looked at it for a long time, although he felt the extraordinaryness of this short blade, he still couldn't see what kind of "assassination weapon" it was.

Teng Xiaoyun didn't make a sound, just waited for Zuo Feng to finish looking at it carefully, and looked at himself with a puzzled expression. Only then did he smile slightly, took the black short blade from his hand, and played with it for a while before he said with a little emotion.

"This short blade is made of the finest steel, with rare cold iron and a variety of precious materials. If you are not mistaken, this short blade should have come from the hand of the prairie's refining master 'Qionglan'. ”

Although it was the first time Zuo Feng had heard it, the name "Qionglan" was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Seeing that Zuo Feng was still puzzled, Teng Xiaoyun patiently explained: "The slightest dent in the handle part of the short blade is carved to prevent the user from holding unsteadily when there is sweat on his hands. ”

Then he pointed to the back of the knife and continued: "The jagged barb here is designed to cause more serious damage after penetrating the human body, and the wound it causes is extremely difficult to heal. ”

The more Zuo Feng listened, the more shocked he became, he didn't expect that the short blade he had accidentally obtained would have so many benefits.

Teng Xiaoyun deliberately lifted the dagger, quickly swiped through the air in front of Zuo Feng, and asked casually, "Do you see something?"

"This, this dagger is gone. ”

Zuo Feng stammered a little to himself, just when Teng Xiaoyun waved the short blade at will, the pitch-black dagger seemed to disappear in an instant. With Zuo Feng's eyesight beyond ordinary people, he watched carefully from a close distance, and only saw a faint phantory shadow passing in front of him.

Teng Xiaoyun nodded and said, "Yes, it's gone." This pitch-black dagger is even more handy when used at night, and the slight curvature of the blade is also to reduce the sound of breaking wind when chopping, so I say it is an 'assassination weapon'. ”

Zuo Feng looked at the dagger with a happy face, his fair little face was slightly red with excitement, and when his eyes fell on the tail end, the ring that was integrated with the handle of the knife aroused Zuo Feng's interest. Asked casually.

"Then what is the magic function of this ring, it will not be used to tie some ornaments. ”

Teng Xiaoyun said with some tears and laughter: "You kid really dare to think that when have you ever seen a short blade with a hanging ornament, and this is not the makeup knife used by those women." ”

After a slight hesitation, Teng Xiaoyun looked up at the sky and said, "We also have time, so let me teach you how to use this short blade, I don't seem to have taught you anything for a long time." Let me pass on all the ways of using this knife, and you will be able to comprehend it in a few hours with your understanding. ”

After speaking, Teng Xiaoyun didn't wait for Zuo Feng to speak, and began to use the short blade in his hand to open the posture. Zuo Feng was still a little puzzled by Teng Xiaoyun's last words, but when he saw that the master began to demonstrate, he immediately gathered his mind and watched intently.

I saw that Teng Xiaoyun began to regain his ground, waving the short blade in his hand, but then he began to take a step. This dagger was difficult to see in the dark night, so Teng Xiaoyun also tried to put his movements extremely slowly.

His movements are all based on spirit, smallness, lightness, and skill, which are very different from the martial arts of the big opening and closing style that Zuo Feng saw before. This short blade seemed to be fused with his arm in Teng Xiaoyun, as if it had become a part of his hand, and every chop, chop, pick, and thorn seemed to have a deep meaning in it.

Suddenly, Teng Xiaoyun's thumb buckled into the ring at the handle, and the short blade suddenly changed from a forehand to a backhand, and the moves also changed, from the initial agility to a set of orders with danger, strangeness, trickery, trickery, and change. At this time, the short blade seemed to be transformed into an extension of Teng Xiaoyun's arm, which was both strange and changeable, and freewheeling.

After watching it carefully, Zuo Feng couldn't help but sigh with emotion, this ring turned out to be so wonderful, not only the thumb, but also other index fingers, ring fingers, and even little fingers can make the short blade have more changes.

In this way, one big and one small, in this dark dense forest, one admits patience and the other earnestly studies. It had only been two hours before the left wind was able to make the short blade look like it.

"Master, you seem to have worked a lot on this dagger before, don't you ....... ”

Teng Xiaoyun waved his hand, stopped Zuo Feng from continuing, looked up at the sky and said, "The time is almost up, there are still a lot of things in the village, let's practice here first." ”

Although Zuo Feng was a little helpless, he had no choice but to nod in agreement. Zuo Feng casually took off the scabbard made of animal skin from the gray-clothed man's leg, and also fixed the short blade to his calf like the man, and he couldn't see the consequences of putting the warehouse tube down.

It was late at night when I returned home, but tonight the courtyard was empty. Looking at the bench in the corner where he sat last night when he had a long talk with Shen Die, he was stunned for a long time, and Zuo Feng sighed and went back to his room.

In the morning, he still woke up to his father's stern voice, and Zuo Feng sat up reluctantly. He came home in the middle of the night last night, and like a child who had received a favorite toy, he repeatedly played with the short-blade he had just acquired, only to fall asleep with the short-blade in his arms when it was almost dawn.

Sighing that his life was miserable, he had not slept enough recently, but remembering that there were many things to do today, he had to grit his teeth and get up from the bed.

"It's settled?"

Hearing Shen Die's voice, Zuo Feng turned around and smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Well, it's a temporary solution." ”

Shen Die Bingxue was smart, and she had already guessed some clues from her expression and demeanor, but Zuo Feng was still unwilling to tell her about the crisis in the village at this time.

Just let her enjoy a few more days of family life like this." Thinking like this in his heart, Zuo Feng went straight out of the door, raised his arm casually with his back to Shen Die and waved it twice in the air.

Looking deeply at Zuo Feng's thin and dashing back, Shen Die said to himself leisurely: "Why do you have to fight everything alone, you still have your family, you still have ......?"

Zuo Feng didn't hear this, he was hurrying straight to his master's medicine house at this time. He hadn't forgotten the two books on medicine he had harvested yesterday, and some medicine packets to give to his wife.

"Feng'er, you rarely come to my medicine store recently, your master said that you have two books for me, bring them to me and let me see them first. ”

Zuo Feng smiled slightly, took out the two books and a dozen medicine bags, and put them on the table with a big grin. Then he didn't dare to disturb him, and stood respectfully on the side and waited for his wife to check it.

"Master, is there something wrong with this book? ”

After a while, seeing his wife Zhuang Yu frowning slightly and putting down the book, Zuo Feng hurriedly asked.

"Feng'er, why are you still standing here, come and sit down. I've said it so many times, just call me Aunt Zhuang, and you don't need to be so restrained. ”

Zuo Feng touched his nose with some embarrassment, and whispered, "Aunt Zhuang." ”

Looking at Zhuang Yu's elegant and dust-removing temperament, there was a kind of admiration in Zuo Feng's heart. Over the years, countless lives have been saved under Zhuang Yu's hands, and many people who seem to be dying have been miraculously saved by her.

Zhuang Yu nodded with a smile and said to Zuo Feng, "Do you know what these two books are?"

Zuo Feng replied a little puzzled: "One is pharmaceutical technology and the other is pharmaceutical experience, isn't it written on it?" ”

Shaking his head, Zhuang Yu said again: "Maybe there is something wrong with the way I asked, what I want to ask is, do you know what pharmaceutical technology is." ”

This time, Zuo Feng was even more confused, stared at Zhuang Yu opposite with wide eyes, and said, "Aunt Zhuang, didn't I learn pharmaceutical techniques from you for a year." ”

Zhuang Yu frowned slightly, first shook his head slightly, then nodded slightly, and explained when Zuo Feng looked confused.

"Actually, what you and I learned was elementary dispensing. ”

"Dispensing?"

"Yes, although it is a one-word difference, there is a fundamental difference between the two. ”

After a slight pause, Zhuang Yu's expression was slightly gloomy and he continued.

"In fact, there are some necessary conditions for pharmaceutical, that is, the use of aura in the process of medicine to regulate the heat, and at the same time use one's own aura to conceive, and finally become such a medicinal powder. ”

Zuo Feng was stunned in his heart, and he already understood what Aunt Zhuang meant. He knew that this master was unable to practice the cultivation body since she was a child, so she naturally couldn't form spiritual power in her body, but a new problem came again, but before he could speak, Zhuang Yu continued.

"Pharmacists actually have a hierarchy, like I did before, through grinding, steaming and other means to mix a certain proportion of medicinal foam, can only be regarded as a pharmacist apprentice level. Powders like these are finally made through the conception and nourishment of spiritual power, and such pharmacists are called junior pharmacists. ”

Listening to Zhuang Yu's words, a new door slowly opened in front of Zuo Feng, and he finally knew a profession on the mainland, pharmacist.

"With the division of the level of alchemy, there are intermediate alchemists, senior alchemists, medicine honors, and medicine saints in the back. The drugs they can prepare are also from liquid medicine, ointment, pills, pills, etc., from low to high. ”

Zuo Feng listened to Zhuang Yu's account almost with bated breath, knowing that after she finished speaking, Zuo Feng let out a long breath and said with some excitement.

"Master, can I become a pharmacist? ”

Zhuang Yu glared at her and said, "If you want to become a pharmacist, it is extremely difficult, not only do you need a detailed understanding of medicines, but also have a deep understanding of various medicinal properties. And most importantly, it needs to be backed by a lot of money. ”

Knowing that he had just been excited, he called the name "Master" again, so he quickly changed his words.

"Aunt Zhuang, why do you want to become a pharmacist, you still need a lot of money to back it up. ”

Zhuang Yu glanced at him and said casually: "If you want to become a junior alchemist, you don't have a thousand eight hundred gold coins, don't even think about it." ”

Zuo Feng shouted loudly with a stunned face: "One thousand eight hundred, return the gold coins!"

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