Chapter 1: Refining medicine can’t save (kill and penetrate) Dou Po, but refining weapons can! 【Qiu Fern】
"The fighting spirit!"
On a sunny morning, in the small town of Qingshan, a stone tablet capable of measuring fighting spirit stood in the open space inside a medical center. A handsome and resolute young man looked at a scale displayed on it and said with surprise in his eyes: "Fighting spirit! I’m angry!”
In the inner court filled with flowers and plants, a girl in white clothes was drying various herbs. She glanced helplessly at the boy who was about to jump up and down next to the Dou Qi monument, and curled her lips and said: "Alin! Stop screaming! How old are you? , the fighting spirit can excite you, even the most ordinary child in Qingshan Town is higher than you!"
Jiang Lin looked at the girl under the eaves, smiled and scratched her head, and then said to the middle-aged man who was watching a show in the attic on the other side with a gentle and indifferent expression: "Mr. Yao! I can already practice fighting spirit!"
Although Jiang Lin is now a ten-year-old heroic young man, he has only been exposed to the field of Dou Qi for half a year.
It took half a year to successfully enter the body with fighting spirit. This kind of talent, let alone poor, is very average!
Mr. Yao, the boss of Wanyao Zhai upstairs, just smiled slightly and said a gentle blessing: "There is no need to be too strict, just practice and be happy."
"Hahaha! Thanks for the advice, Mr. Yao!" Jiang Lin immediately smiled and expressed gratitude to his savior. Then, regardless of the white eyes of the other guys in Wanyao Zhai, he immediately ran towards a side courtyard behind the attic.
"Mr. Yao, are you just going to leave him alone?" After spreading the cleaned herbs under the sun, the girl in white looked up helplessly at Mr. Yao, the owner of Wanyaozhai who was drinking tea and supervising the work above the attic.
"Xian'er, everyone has their own favorite things. You like herbal medicine, but that doesn't mean everyone likes this." Mr. Yao said slowly and leisurely, looking at the people outside the town in the distance. In the Warcraft Mountains, the scene when he saw the boy for the first time seemed to appear in his eyes.
"What's your name?" Mr. Yao, who was carrying a backpack, looked at the disheveled boy in front of him in a valley. The boy's eyes were very bright and clear, but Mr. Yao understood that they were not the clarity and stupidity of his peers, but a kind of thoroughness that transcended his age.
"Lin Jianglin."
"Don't be nervous, actually I know your mother." Mr. Yao looked at the vegetable fields and medicine gardens in the valley, sighing slightly in his heart, and understood how this child has survived all these years.
"Your mother is a very mysterious and powerful alchemist. She sometimes buys some basic herbal medicine from me." Mr. Yao explained, hoping to dispel the boy's vigilance.
Mr. Yao did not lie. He really knew the boy's mother and part of the reason for the prosperity of Wanyao Zhai was also related to the boy's mother, who was an alchemist.
"I received a blood ginseng of good vintage and want to give it to your mother."
"I've heard of you. Your name is Mr. Yao. But my mother left three years ago."
"I know I saw the note she left for me on the road." Mr. Yao looked at Jiang Lin with a complicated expression. The note should have been left three years ago. However, he only saw it now. Fortunately, the benefactor's child did not starve to death in the valley.
"Your mother asked you to come with me. You won't always be safe in this mountain." In order to strengthen his persuasion, Mr. Yao took out a light yellow jade ring from his arms and handed it to Jiang Lin. This is indeed a token of Jiang Lin's mother. It was left with Mr. Yao along with the letter.
".Does Mr. Yao know who is chasing them?"
"If I had known, I wouldn't have appeared here." Mr. Yao looked at the unsmiling boy in front of him and sighed slightly in his heart.
The saying that those who don't know are fearless is probably talking about himself, right?
Obviously, this family was in big trouble, but he was still leaning on it without fear of death.
"Your mother said that your talent for refining medicine is very good. However, she doesn't want you to follow the path of an alchemist in the future." Mr. Yao actually didn't understand why he didn't use it even though he clearly had the talent for refining medicine. You must know that there are countless people in this world who want to become alchemists, crying and kneeling.
However, Mr. Yao chose to respect the choice of his benefactor who had been kind to him. The talent of an alchemist may be a once-in-a-lifetime gift to others, but to this family who is being hunted by the enemy, it may be a disaster, right? Mr. Yao thought silently in his heart.
"I understand, Mr. Yao, do you want those books about alchemy in the wooden house?" Jiang Lin pointed to a cave in the valley, which contained some basic alchemist books. At the same time, there are traces of Jiang Lin’s other experiments.
When Mr. Yao heard this, there was a flash of struggle in his eyes, and finally he shook his head and said: "Forget it. Neither Xian'er nor I have the talent to be an alchemist. If God doesn't give it to us and we force it, we will eventually encounter disaster. Just take away the medicinal materials inside." , you will become a doctor with me from now on, and I will teach you how to practice fighting spirit, so that you can live your life in peace and you will be repaying your mother's kindness."
"Well, then let's burn them." Jiang Lin looked at the traces of activity in the valley, a look of hesitation flashed in the corner of his eyes, and finally said firmly.
"Why?" Mr. Yao was shocked.
"A complete farewell to the past."
It’s hard to imagine that these were the words of a nine-year-old child.
But what Mr. Yao didn't expect was what Jiang Lin said to him at the end.
At that time, Mr. Yao asked: "Aren't you afraid of regrets?"
Jiang Lin shook his head: "I don't regret it."
"My mother is always so kind and so is my father even though I have never seen him."
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"But during the three years I lived in the valley, I finished studying the book left by my mother. From the white paper and black ink in the book, I only saw two words: cannibalism."
"This is a world where the weak eat the strong. The alchemist's highly praised status is destined to be eaten."
"Just like my mother, when a crisis comes, no one will care whether she is an alchemist or not."
"So."
"Refining medicine cannot save (kill) the world, but refining weapons can!"
'Refining medicine can't save the world, but refining weapons can.' Mr. Yao in the attic looked at the sulking little medical fairy next to him and smiled slightly: "Let that kid make trouble, just in case, what if he really has something?" What about his talent in this area? After all, this guy is young and his blacksmith skills are no worse than those of the old masters in the town.”
"Just spoil him!" The little medical fairy curled her lips, glared at Mr. Yao, and then went downstairs to open the door for a consultation. She was able to sit alone for minor illnesses and pains. When she encountered difficult and complicated diseases, she came to see Yao. gentlemen.
On the other side, Jiang Lin, who walked into his private forging room, also started his own new attempt at refining weapons.
"Next step, grudge weapons"
"In other words, yellow-level low-level weapons!"
(End of chapter)