When did it start to dissipate? Repeat the experiment.

Put the flower in your hand, wrap the whole flower with your own strength, and start to crush it slowly. You will find that all the debris is about the size of a fingernail. If you crush it further, the strength will completely dissipate.

Start to slowly break apart the whole plant. Each time you break the plant apart, the original force will decrease by about 1/5...

So what should I do? Why doesn't it happen when I put it in a pot? Wait for the water!

Put the flowers and water in a small jar together, reach your hand into the jar, and gradually break the flowers into pieces. The power will begin to blend into the water instead of dissipating into the air!

Water is a vehicle for absorption, that's why you have to pulverize the plant in the pot...

But there is too little magic in the water, and it is no different from ordinary water. This thing cannot be called a potion.

I gradually understood that the power contained in plants will be released as the outer body gradually breaks down. At this time, a carrier that can carry the power is needed, and water can do it. Water can contain everything, and power can also be contained.

Is this the case? After thinking this through, I looked down again, only to find that the power had dissipated.

It has become completely ordinary water, without any function. If the water just now could at least help people strengthen their bodies, then the water now is just ordinary water, water that cannot be more ordinary.

Therefore, alchemy is to seal the power in water! Water can temporarily store power, but the power will still escape again, but alchemy can seal the power again! It is like an upside-down bottle with water flowing out continuously. Before the water runs out, someone covers the lid to stop the water from flowing out!

So that's how it is... Let's write a new one! The original one can be used, but the new one will explain the principles of this part of alchemy.

The first book teaches people how to make it, and they can make it, but it does not teach the principle behind the drug, so people only have a superficial understanding of it. The second book is used to supplement the knowledge of the principle, so that perhaps new and more powerful drugs can be developed by others!

Another problem is the ore. The ore needs to be ground into powder before it can be used to make potions. So when is the power of the ore released?

The powdered ore still holds power, but the slag beneath leaves nothing behind.

Another ability of alchemy is guidance. No, it cannot be called general alchemy. Only with one's own special power and alchemy can one achieve the level of guidance. Ordinary people should at least know advanced alchemy to be able to do it...

Why do I say that? Because intermediate alchemy doesn't talk about this at all! I spent a long time reading it but still didn't learn how to guide the power out of matter, but I'm already getting a headache and a nosebleed...

"Okay, miss, the stairs are repaired." Although she was concerned about the person who was busy, she thought it was impolite to look at him, so she worked more seriously. In 20 minutes, she had repaired both stairs. The wooden stairs now have removable planks, so she took down both planks and replaced them with new ones.

The only thing that needs to be done is to clean all the original old wooden boards and recheck them to see if there are any rotten wooden boards that also need to be replaced.

"Thank you very much," I picked up a bouquet of flowers and handed it over before leaving, "I wish you a happy life." The cost price is not high. Giving someone a bouquet of flowers in exchange for a good mood for the whole day is a very cost-effective deal. I am in a good mood today. I finally understand the reason for the difficult alchemy.

Looking at the dazzling bouquet of flowers, he was stunned for a moment, took off his dirty gloves, and took the well-wrapped bouquet of flowers: "Thank you. I wish you a happy life too."

You look very happy. Do you like this bouquet of flowers?

It was a bunch of chrysanthemums, one of the best-selling flowers.

A few more customers came when it was almost noon and bought a lot of flowers. It was not time for lunch break yet, so I should have stayed in the store all day, but a sudden inspiration made me go upstairs to study it.

Why can't I make the pen move on its own? !

People whose hands hurt from writing cried out in their hearts. I remember there were such people. They even appeared in the plot, but why can't I do it!

I got angry for a few moments, then started writing again. No matter how angry and complaining I was, I still had to finish it, right?

I just feel helpless and furious for a while, and then I have to get everything back on track.

When I went to the garden to relax, I found that the fruit had not been eaten: "Yu Yue? The fruit is not to my taste?" It looked like it had not been touched at all.

There was no response. The little guy who crawled out of the ground when his name was called was quiet and still, as if he had never existed.

"Yu Yue!" The voice was a little louder, "Where have you been? You you..." He stopped shouting, as if he had figured it out, and that expression was saying goodbye.

I hope you return home safely... and I hope we don't meet again.

It's quite sad, just like watching a child grow up, and suddenly he left me. I didn't stay with him for long, but I subconsciously regarded that little thing as a family member...

Seeing all the beautiful things, I feel more and more uncomfortable, and I can't even cry.

You can understand your bad mood from small aspects. Although it is a bit difficult, it can be done.

So I can easily feel the change of emotions. I'm not happy, Miss Eldana...

What happened? How to ask?

I just heard a name, Yu Yue, is it a small animal?

"Ms. Eldana, did your pet run away?" A bird or a cat? Why have I never seen it? I haven't heard any sound either...

"I guess so. A little pet... It must be homesick and wants to go home." Is it a little bird? It will go back to its nest when it can.

“Please don’t be sad. I will remember you and come back to see you.” I once raised a little bird. Even though I couldn’t eat enough, I would still share some rice with it. The bird was sad for a long time when it flew away, but it would always fly back to accompany me at a certain time. Unfortunately, it died under the bow and arrow of a hunter… The hunter did nothing wrong. He was doing it for his family’s food. It was just an ordinary bird…

"Will you come back?" Perhaps noticing his low mood, he smiled and didn't care if the person opposite him saw it or not. He made himself feel happier before speaking, "He will definitely come back. I was too worried! Well, is there anything you like to eat? It's almost time for lunch."

"No, no." Yesterday's fried carrot balls were delicious... Would they think I was too picky? They didn't like me and thought I was a difficult kid...

“Yesterday’s fried radish balls… give me some more!” It’s completely different from the feeling when eating other dishes. It seems like he really likes it, so I’ll prepare a little more.

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