I Became an Anonymous Boss

Pills are actually similar. Through complex chemical reactions between various medicines, different types of pills can be produced. Some can improve recovery, some can temporarily strengthen body muscle strength, and some can make people go crazy and lose their minds. .

The original medicines were all made by extracting natural ingredients, and the same is true for elixirs. The difference is that due to the special medicinal materials used, many medicines have strong medicinal power and extremely high purity. Warriors who are not supplemented and have stronger digestion ability can quickly dissolve the power of the medicine through true energy, allowing the power of the medicine to be exerted in a short period of time.

This is where it is superior to modern medicine, because the materials here are richer and more special.

It's just that pills are hard to come by. Ordinary healing pills cost one tael per piece, and 30 taels per bottle, which is the expense of an ordinary family for ten years. It can be seen that medicine is a profitable industry in any place and in any era.

The same is drug use, some people can afford to drink a big red bottle, some people can only eat vegetable leaves, poor people are not even worthy of drug use.

Danfang is mostly in the hands of powerful forces, which is not only the welfare of the disciples, but also an important source of income.

Qualified pills and medicines are treasures for any sect, and they would rather be destroyed than fall into the hands of others.

Shirataki had a few alchemy recipes in his hand, but he didn't understand the so-called alchemy, and he also thought that using fire to make alchemy was too shabby, so he went to the laboratory several times and tried to use chemical methods to scientifically make alchemy, but in the end, of course, he failed.

How can metaphysical things be explained by science?

Maybe it's because my biochemical knowledge is not enough.

Naturally, what Shirataki spent two hours this time was not some healing medicine, but a smoke bomb.

People from the rivers and lakes have to know how to do some tricks. They are all compared to the old people, and the immorality is engraved in their DNA.

Bai Taki met an old craftsman from central Sichuan, and learned the skills of making smoke bombs and mixing materials from him.

He was very interested at the time, not only scientifically improved the production techniques, but also bravely set new heights, adding and mixing certain smelly materials, the special smoke bombs can destroy people's sense of smell in an instant, and are absolutely effective when dealing with group enemies. Outstanding.

Of course, it does not have poisonous properties and lethality, so it can only provide opportunities for itself to escape.

Walking in the rivers and lakes, pay attention to a preparedness.

He also vulgarly disguised this smoke bomb into the shape of a white pill, which looks similar to the Dahuan Dan used for healing. If any brother does not have eyes and eats this as a tonic, then wait Let the seven orifices make smoke.

Shirataki tidied up the tool table and glanced at the sky. Although there was still some time before evening, he was ready to set off.

The distance of fifteen kilometers is not too far, and you don't need to ride a horse. It takes about three to two hours to rely on your feet and your own lightness.

"You can take a leisurely walk, and treat it as an outing." Bai Taki patted the trunk of the apricot tree: "Take a good look at the house... I'll catch two red carps and come back to keep you company."

The branches are swaying, and the breeze is blowing, bidding farewell to the young people who have gone out.

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Yanyun Mansion Bieyuan.

Xiao Taohong stood at the gate of the other garden, eager to see through.

"Miss...it's already evening, why isn't the young master here yet?"

"How do I know?" Yan Qixia looked away from the book and leaned on the chair: "Who can read his thoughts? Maybe it's delayed, maybe it's because he doesn't want to come, maybe it's because he hasn't come back yet."

"Impossible." Tao Hong whispered: "When I went out at noon, I quietly went to the vicinity of Linglong Xiaozhu, and I could smell the fragrance of apricot blossoms from a long distance away, and apricot blossoms only bloom in spring, it must be The apricot blossoms will only bloom when the son is back."

Yan Qixia remained silent, she had seen many of these strange things, so she didn't feel any fuss.

This world is full of strange things, and Linglong Xiaozhu's apricot tree is a spiritual tree, otherwise how could he have chosen that haunted house as his residence.

Therefore, when Linglong Xiaozhu's apricot blossoms are fragrant, it means that the young master has returned.

Normally, when the young master comes back, he should come to Yanyun Mansion, even if it's just to catch up on the old days.

Yan Qixia looked at the pastries and dishes prepared on the table, all of which she sent someone to buy and prepare in advance.

She watched the sky getting late, feeling a little lost in her heart, and also a little lost.

"Young master never spends the night in the mansion, and he never comes to bother you at night. Put away the cakes, he won't come today."

"The taste of this pastry will change tomorrow."

Tao Hong looked at the pastries on the table, she ran to buy them on purpose, but after running for a long time, the master didn't wait, she couldn't stop her gaze from complaining.

"If you are reluctant to take a trip, then ask the merchant to deliver it." Yan Qixia said.

"It's more reassuring to go by myself." The maid put away the pastries: "I can only do small things for the young master, and I can't compare to the eldest lady."

"You..." Yan Qixia raised her hand and lightly touched Taohong's head.

The maid giggled, then turned to look in a certain direction: "Miss, that girl Lan has been in the library for quite a while."

"I know, she needs some time to decide." Yan Qixia nodded: "Give her some time, anyway, there is no rush."

"Is this really good? Let an assassin..."

"My son gave her the Yingying Sword, and she is the master of the army, so she is qualified to choose the exercises and martial arts that suit her from the library. This is the rule, and it is the same for everyone. After all, most of them are left by the son. "Yan Qixia squinted her long and narrow eyes, and covered the lower half of her face with a book: "As for the identity of an assassin, she has been hunted down by people from all walks of life, and she can't go back to the past. If she turns to the light, it will be a good story."

"Miss...can you cover up your expression when you speak politely?" Tao Hong thought it was fake.

"Stubborn." Yan Qixia took the book and tapped the maid's head lightly: "I don't believe in an assassin, who worked hard for money, endured for many years, was talented and intelligent, but was born with a rough life, was jealous, betrayed, and burdened... With blood and deep hatred, based on her life experience, no matter what she does, it is not surprising, it is better to say why is she not crazy?...Why am I not worried that she will betray the young master?"

"Why then?"

"Because I believe in you even more, if you can give the Yingying Sword to her, it represents her value. You are here for her to live, otherwise why can she escape from the siege of innate masters and the pursuit of Xueyilou?" A catastrophe?" Yan Qixia frowned: "I have a premonition that she must have some kind of ineffable value, the young master must have foreseen this, and I must have overlooked something..."

Chapter 42 No one really thinks I'm bad, right?

In the north of Jinling City, there is an old wooden house.

There is still about an hour before the moon solstice.

It was already the dead of night, and it was time to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

An old man was sitting outside the house, basking in the slightly cold moonlight.

The old man was holding a heater in his hand, dressed in ordinary clothes, and lived in this wilderness, so he could tell at a glance that he was not a wealthy family.

The old man's eyes are a little blurred, his face is old, his hair is withered and white, and he is very listless, with an old and twilight look.

Only those eyes reveal the vicissitudes of seeing through the world.

Squeak, the wooden door of the old house was pushed open, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl came out, holding a warm coat in her hand.

"Grandpa..." Her voice was very immature: "It's so cold tonight, you should wear more, and you have to go out later... It is said that it is colder in the woods, it will be terrible to be frozen."

Holding the stove in his hands, the old man agreed with a smile: "Only Ling'er cares about me, a bad old man."

The little girl put her coat on the old man's shoulders and was about to say something.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of horseshoes flying, two four-wheeled carriages were pulled by two high-end sweaty BMWs, and they sped past the road in front of the old house, leaving a row of wheel marks and flying dust, breaking the night. Tranquil, extra noisy.

"The third batch..." The old man shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "Two carriages, a total of ten people, all of them are martial arts practitioners with strong vitality...Counting the two groups of people ahead, it's already..."

"Grandpa." The little girl called softly, "It's okay, maybe I just passed by here..."

"The direction ahead is Guangling. It's inconvenient to go from here by land. It's better to take the official road on the other side, or simply change it to a waterway and take the canal, not to mention the overnight raid...they came from the cold spring. "The old man sighed, leaning on the chair, his fingers trembling slightly: "There is no need to comfort Grandpa, I understand...these people are here for the red carp."

"Maybe, maybe we can buy one..." the girl said weakly.

"Silly boy, if we can really buy it, why should we wait here for three years?" The old man coughed suddenly, and his face became even paler. The girl quickly took out the elixir and fed it to the old man. It wasn't until after swallowing the elixir that the old man felt better, his pale complexion recovered a little, but a layer of cold sweat still appeared on his forehead.

"Grandpa, we must get the red carp. Your illness can only be cured by the Vitality Pill." The girl bit her lower lip. Looking at the old man's frail appearance, she couldn't bear it: "Even if I go to kneel down and beg them..."

"Stop talking stupid things." The old man stroked the girl's head: "Ling'er is obedient, let's not go, we won't go..."

He leaned weakly on the chair and murmured to himself: "Three years is actually a long time. After living for such a long time, it's worth it to spend the rest of my life with my good granddaughter."

The girl shook her head stubbornly, with tears in her eyes.

The old man held the little girl's hand: "We'll pack up and go back to Ganzhou tomorrow."

The girl's eyes widened, showing a look of fear: "Do you want to go back?"

"Ye Luo returns to his roots, he has to go back, and grandpa doesn't want to, but I can't die in a foreign land." The old man also had unwillingness and depression in his eyes, and he said bitterly: "My biggest regret is that I can't teach you what I have learned all my life. It's a pity that it's still too short, if you give me another five years... Ling'er's talent is enough to surpass me."

The old man stretched out his rough hand and stroked the girl's cheek, his eyes were full of love and regret.

"Grandpa..." The girl was about to say something.

At this time, there were footsteps, and the grandfather and grandson immediately stopped talking.

The old man let go of his spiritual consciousness. Although he was severely injured and suffered from hidden illnesses for many years, his spiritual consciousness of the five senses has been damaged a lot, but he can still perceive many things that ordinary people cannot detect.

The sound of the footsteps is not hurried or slow, not fast or slow, just like strolling in a garden, leisurely and brisk, but stepping on a wonderful rhyme.

It was the footsteps of a young man, with a neutral breath, approaching here.

The old man waited until the other party approached, raised his eyes, and happened to see the young man beyond the fence.

The person who came was Shirataki.

He was wearing a green shirt and black clothes, with one hand in the coat on his lower abdomen, and when he walked like Sakata Yin, he wore blue butterfly swords on his back waist as decorations.

He stopped outside the door, looked at the half-open room, and saw that there were still people in the courtyard, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Hmm... I disturbed my husband late at night." He said politely, "I'm passing by here, I'm a little tired from walking all the way, and I hope I can ask for some hot water."

The old man looked at Shirataki silently. This young man was tall and handsome, and his walking posture was a bit weird, but he was not a bit ruffian, and he did not have the sour smell of a literati, but was polite.

This is a young man who seems to make people feel good.

"Ling'er..."

"Understood, Grandpa." The girl also sneaked a few glances at Shirataki, blushing unconsciously, and went into the room to boil hot water.

"There is no hot water at home, it will take some time, won't it delay the young man?" the old man asked pointedly.

Shirataki glanced at his watch, and there was still more than an hour before twelve o'clock, then he said with a smile: "It's okay, the distance is not far away, just walk a little bit and we'll be there."

"Young man, are you going to the bamboo forest?"

"Yes." Shirataki nodded.

"Is going?"

"Join in the fun." Bai Taki sat on the bench and rested his feet.

"lively?"

"Isn't there a lot of anecdotes in the world?" Bai Taki said with mixed truths: "It is said that some treasures will appear in the bamboo forest tonight. It should be that many people have come. I am interested. It’s wrong to watch the fun, right?”

"The young man is a wonderful man." The old man was noncommittal.

Go to join in the fun at night, what if the beating is badly beaten and people die?This young man looks quite normal, why is his thinking a bit different from ordinary people?Or is it that he is confident in his strength and has nothing to fear?

The old man took a few glances quietly. Bai Taki was really too young to see the demeanor of a master.

But he didn't try anything more, and he didn't say anything to dissuade him. Most young people are stubborn, and they don't turn back if they don't hit the south wall. After a few words of advice, they will be ridiculed in turn as "the times have changed", so no matter what happens in the bamboo forest , he didn't want to care about it anymore, because it had nothing to do with him.