The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 98 Alchemy Killer, Really Poison Pill? (1)

Suddenly, someone said with lingering fear, "Is that... just now really a saint?"

The oldest old man wiped his sweat and said with a wry smile, "I'm afraid it's true. Is that kind of aura and oppressive feeling that ordinary people can do?"

He paused for a moment, and then asked with some doubts, "I just don't understand... Why did this guy come to Shangjing when he was supposed to stay in the southern border?"

At this time, the medicine sage had left for a while, and the atmosphere gradually became active.

Some people laughed when they heard the old man's words, "Why did you come to Shangjing? Isn't the answer right in front of you?"

Everyone lowered their heads together and looked at the manuscript on the table.

There was silence in the space for a few seconds, only a few swishing sounds were heard, and the quick-handed people immediately divided up the manuscript.

This is a manuscript that saints attach great importance to!
They would like to see what is so magical about this manuscript!
They were a little confused when they just opened the manuscript.

Handbook for preventing and controlling the spread of infectious diseases?

A series of vernacular and graphic texts...simple knowledge...and a concise and comprehensive introduction...

A doubt arose in everyone's mind.

Is this... really for readers?
Or... are there any readers who are really willing to pay for this content?

I am afraid that as soon as it is released, readers who watch it will be angry with the editors of the newspaper because of this content.

Can any cat or dog be reported in the newspaper now?

But...is the vision of a saint really that low?

Everyone passed it around one by one, and suddenly, a young man muttered in wonder, "The content of these manuscripts is too simple. It doesn't look like a scholar's reading at all."

Not a reader's book?

There seemed to be a flash of inspiration in the old man's mind, and he quickly read the contents again.

After reading the contents of the manuscript one by one with the supernatural power of ten lines at a glance, the old man sighed, "As expected, I am still not as good as a saint. I have not discovered the deep meaning of the manuscript until now."

Everyone cast doubtful eyes, the old man stroked his beard and said slowly, "This manuscript is indeed not for scholars."

The young man who spoke just now was surprised, "Wenbao, Wenbao is for scholars. If you don't write for scholars, who else can you write for?"

The old man shook his head, "You are wrong. In this world, perhaps scholars have more power to speak, but more... are ordinary people who are ordinary and diligent."

"After the noble son of a poor family, there is an old farmer who does not know how to read. He plows on the ridge field and works day after day. Only then does he give in to a scholar. But... a scholar is a human being. Are those ordinary people in the world not human? ?”

"They are hardworking and willing to work, but no one tells them some basic knowledge, even if this knowledge... These so-called scholars are already familiar with it."

From the beginning to the end, neither Song Lanyi nor Yaosheng thought that they would gain literary fame in the group of scholars because of this booklet.

Hearing the old man's words, everyone present felt suddenly enlightened.

Just one more thing...

Where should this manuscript be placed?
Hearing this question, the old man couldn't help thinking.

At this time, a weak voice sounded, "Maybe we can create a... column?"

The old man's eyes lit up, "You brat, your brain is so good!"

No matter where this manuscript is placed, it will reduce the number of places belonging to other people. In this case, it is better to open a column directly.

If you want to come to this kind of practice, the saint can't criticize it, right?
Just doing so has both advantages and disadvantages.

Setting up a special column is equivalent to setting this manuscript on the fire.

At the beginning, there will always be doubts, even doubts.

But the old man thought, maybe... this is not a bad thing.

There is always someone to speak out for the weak.

Another seven days passed in a flash.

In the past few days, Song Lanyi has found the most efficient learning method so far.

Suddenly, indulging in the ocean of knowledge, I can't help feeling like I don't know what's going on.

These days, the martial arts arena has become a forbidden area.

Sometimes even Steward Wang doesn't know what Song Lanyi is doing inside.

What Tai Chi array diagram, five elements and eight trigrams, all kinds of techniques related to Yin and Yang Dao, are engraved on the bluestone bricks.

So much so that the martial arts field has become Song Lanyi's dojo.

Inside the martial arts arena, there is a scene of steaming clouds and rosy clouds, which looks like a fairyland from a distance.

Song Lanyi sat cross-legged in front of the medicine stove. Below the medicine stove was the fire of the earth mother that she had extracted using the way of yin and yang.

The fire of the Earth Mother lasts for a long time, and the medicinal material of the elixir is wood. When the two complement each other, there is a sense of vitality.

"five four three two one……"

"Open the furnace!"

When the silent counting time was over, Song Lanyi suddenly opened the medicine stove.

She looked at the pitch-black pill in the medicine stove, which was a pill the size of a fist, and her smile froze suddenly, "It's...?"

Is this done?Still not working?
Seeing the black pill the size of a fist, Song Lanyi fell into doubt.

This should be an accident, right?
She put the black pill aside, not believing in evil, and continued to make medicinal materials.

The second furnace was a furnace of pills with pockmarked faces, which smelled strong, but looked really ugly.

In the third furnace, Song Lan was stunned as soon as he opened the clothes. They were colorful, and looked like colorful mushroom stalks.

The fourth stove... Song Lanyi simply blew up the medicine stove.

With her black and gray face and messy hair, she sat on the steps, holding her chin, lost in deep thought.

Why is this so?
Could it be that she is not suitable for medicine?

But this doesn't seem to make sense...

Whether it is theory or controller, she can practice and study well.

Song Lanyi has a stable mind, and will not completely deny herself just because of a temporary defeat.

On the other hand, she looks humble, but she always has a sense of self-confidence like a silly roe deer in her heart.

Just as she was deep in thought, a nondescript meow came from beside her.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Tangxi swallowing the big black pill in one gulp.

Song Lanyi was so frightened that he immediately pinched her neck and shook her vigorously, as if wishing to shake her to pieces, "Ancestor, why don't you eat other things, you only know how to eat these weird things. They will kill people of."

Tangxi's tail was wrapped around Song Lanyi's wrist, and she pointed at herself again. First she looked like she had fallen to the ground, then she pretended to eat something, and then jumped up from the ground suddenly, becoming alive and well.

Song Lanyi understood it, but it was precisely because she understood it that she was a little unbelievable.

That kind of thing that looks like a poisonous pill is really effective? !

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