Zuo Feng put the short blade in front of him and looked at it carefully in the moonlight. The short blade was pitch black all over, with a slight curve on the blade, slightly wider than an ordinary dagger, and a little thicker. There was a jagged barb on the back of the knife.

The handle part of the short blade is also delicately crafted, with thread-like dents carved on it, and a ring-shaped ring at the end of the handle.

He stretched out his fingers and flicked it on the short blade. The "Ding..." sounded melodious and pleasant, and it sounded more like a trembling sound from weapons like a long sword. The whole body of the short blade seemed to be made of stainless steel, but it was much heavier than stainless steel.

Zuo Feng looked at it for a while, and although he felt that the short blade was extraordinary, he still couldn't see what kind of "assassination weapon" it was.

Teng Xiaoyun didn't say anything, just waited for Zuo Feng to finish his careful look, looking at him with a puzzled look. Then he smiled slightly, took the black short blade from his hand, and then said with a little emotion after playing with it for a while.

"This short blade is made of excellent stainless steel, with rare cold iron and a variety of precious materials. If you read it correctly, this short blade should be the hand of the weapon refining master "Qionglan" in the prairie."

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

Seeing that Zuo Feng was still puzzled, Teng Xiaoyun explained patiently: "The dents on the short blade handle are portrayed to prevent the person using it from being unable to hold it firmly when sweating on his hands."

Then he pointed to the back of the knife and continued: "The jagged barb here is to cause more serious damage after it pierces into the human body, and the wounds it causes are extremely difficult to heal."

The more Zuo Feng heard it, the more shocked he became. He didn't expect that the short blade he accidentally obtained had so many benefits.

Teng Xiaoyun deliberately lifted the dagger, quickly passed through the air in front of Zuo Feng, and asked casually: "Have you seen something?"

"This, the dagger disappeared."

Zuo Feng stuttered to himself a little. Just as Teng Xiaoyun waved the short blade casually, the dark dagger seemed to disappear in an instant. With Zuo Feng's eyesight that was beyond ordinary people, he looked closely from a close distance, and only saw a faint phantom passing by in front of him.

Teng Xiaoyun nodded and said, "Yes, it just disappeared. This dark dagger is more convenient to use at night, and the slight curve of the blade is also to reduce the sound of breaking the wind when chopping, so I said it is a 'assassination weapon'."

Zuo Feng looked at the dagger with joy, his fair little face turned red with excitement. When his eyes fell on the tail, the ring that was one with the hilt aroused Zuo Feng's interest and asked casually.

"Then what magical function does this ring have? It's not used to tie some decorations."

Teng Xiaoyun said with some amusement and tears: "You guy really dare to think about it. Have you ever seen a decoration hanging on the short blade? This is not the makeup knife used by those women."

After hesitating for a while, Teng Xiaoyun looked up at Tianse and said, "We both have time, so let me teach you how to use this short blade. It seems that I haven't taught you anything for a long time. Just pass on all the usage of this knife. You can understand it with your understanding for a few hours."

After saying that, Teng Xiaoyun didn't wait for Zuo Feng to speak, and then began to use the short blade in his hand. Zuo Feng was originally a little puzzled by Teng Xiaoyun's last words, but when he saw that his master began to demonstrate, he immediately calmed down and focused on watching.

Teng Xiaoyun began to move, waving the short blade in his hand, but then he began to take steps. The dagger was hard to see clearly, so Teng Xiaoyun also tried to put his movements very slowly.

His movements are based on spiritual, small, light and cleverness, which is very different from the martial arts of the big opening and close style that Zuo Feng saw before. This short blade seemed to merge with his arms in Teng Xiaoyun, as if it had become part of his hand. Every chop, chop, pick, and thorn seemed to have a deep meaning in it.

Suddenly, Teng Xiaoyun's thumb pressed into the ring at the handle, and the short blade suddenly changed from forehand to backhand, and its moves changed from agility at the beginning to a dangerous, strange, clever, weird, and weird way to make a move. At this time, the short blade turned into an extension of Teng Xiaoyun's arm, both weird and changeable and at will.

After watching carefully, Zuo Feng couldn't help but sigh that this finger ring actually had such a wonderful use, not only the thumb, but also the index finger, ring finger, and even the little finger can make the short blade more changes.

Just like this, one is big and one is small, in this dark dense forest, one is patient and the other is serious in research. After only two hours, Zuo Feng was able to make the short blade look like it.

"Master, you seem to have put a lot of effort into this dagger before. Are you..."

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

Although Zuo Feng was a little helpless, he had to nodded in agreement. Zuo Feng took off the scabbard made of animal skin from the man in gray, and also liked that man to fix the short blade on his calves. After putting the ku-guard down, he could not tell at all.

I returned home late at night again, the difference was that there was no one in the yard tonight. Looking at the bench that I sat on when I had a long talk with Shen Die last night, I was stunned for a while, Zuo Feng sighed and went back to his room.

In the morning, he still woke up in his father's stern voice, and Zuo Feng sat up reluctantly. He only returned home in the middle of the night last night, and played with the short blade he had just obtained repeatedly like a child who had obtained a beloved toy. As a result, he fell asleep in his arms when it was almost dawn.

He sighed at his hardships and had not had enough sleep recently, but remembering that there were still many things today, he had to grit his teeth and get up from the bed.

"The thing was resolved?"

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

‘Let her enjoy a few more days and have such a comfortable family life.’ Thinking of this in her heart, Zuo Feng went straight out of the door, and casually raised his arm to Shen Die with his back to him and waved it twice in the air.

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

Zuo Feng didn't hear this. He was hurriedly heading to his wife's medicine house. But he had not forgotten that he had obtained two books on pharmaceuticals and some medicine bags he was going to hand over to his wife.

"Feng'er, you rarely come to my medicine house recently. Your master said you have two books to give me, so let me take a look first."

Zuo Feng smiled slightly, took out the two books and more than a dozen medicine bags, and placed them on the table casually. Then he did not dare to disturb him, and stood respectfully waiting for his master's wife to check.

"My wife, is there something wrong with this book?"

After a while, when Zuo Feng saw his wife Zhuang Yu put down the book with a frown slightly, he hurriedly asked.

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

Zuo Feng touched his nose awkwardly and whispered: "Aunt Zhuang."

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

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

Zuo Feng replied with some confusion: "One book is pharmaceutical technology and the other book is pharmaceutical experience. Isn't it written on it?"

Shaking his head, Zhuang Yu said again: "Maybe there is a problem with the way I asked. What I want to ask is, do you know what pharmacy is."

This time, Zuo Feng was even more confused. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Zhuang Yu opposite him, saying, "Aunt Zhuang, haven't I learned pharmaceutical technology 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 learned from me is primary pharmacy."

"Pharm-off?"

"Yes, although it's a word difference, there are essential differences between the two."

After a slight pause, Zhuang Yu continued to say with a slightly depressed expression.

"In fact, pharmaceuticals have some necessary conditions, which is that they need to use spiritual energy in the process of pharmaceutical production to regulate the heat and at the same time use their own spiritual energy to nourish them, so that they can eventually become such a powder."

Zuo Feng paused in his heart and understood Aunt Zhuang's meaning. He knew that this master's wife was unable to practice and refine her body since she was a child, so she naturally could not form spiritual power in her body. However, a new problem came again. Before he could speak, Zhuang Yu continued to say.

"Pharmacists actually have levels. They are prepared in a certain proportion through grinding, steaming, etc., like me before, and can only be considered as the apprentice level of a pharmacist. These powders are finally produced through spiritual power. Such pharmacists are called junior pharmacists."

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

"As the level of refining, there are intermediate alchemists, advanced alchemists, medicine masters, medicine saints, medicine saints. The medicines they can configure also range from low to high form from medicine liquids, ointments, pills, medicine pills, etc.."

Zuo Feng almost listened to Zhuang Yu's statement with his breath. After knowing that she had finished speaking, Zuo Feng let out a long breath and said excitedly.

"Master's wife, can I become a pharmacist?"

Zhuang Yu glared at her and said, "It is extremely difficult to become a pharmacist. Not only does it require a detailed understanding of the medicine, but it also requires a deep understanding of the properties of various medicines. The most important thing is that it requires a lot of money to support it."

Knowing that he had just called him "Master's Wife" because of excitement, he quickly changed his words.

"Aunt Zhuang, why do you need a lot of money to support yourself if you want to become a pharmacist?"

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

Zuo Feng shouted with a look of surprise: "Thousands and eight hundred, return gold coins!"

(End of this chapter)
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