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

Chapter 98 The alchemy killer, is it really a poisonous elixir? (1)

Suddenly, someone asked with lingering fear, "Is that person 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 momentum and pressure something ordinary people can achieve?"

He paused and then said with some confusion, "I just don't understand... Why did this guy suddenly come to Beijing when he should be staying in the south?"

At this time, the Medicine Saint had been away for a while, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

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

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

The space was silent for a few seconds, only a few swishing sounds could be heard, and a few quick hands immediately finished dividing the manuscript.

This is a manuscript that saints attach great importance to!

They want to see what is so magical about this manuscript!

But as soon as they opened the manuscript, they were a little confused.

A small manual for preventing and controlling the spread of infectious diseases?

A series of vernacular texts with equal emphasis on pictures and texts... knowledge that couldn't be simpler... and a concise and comprehensive introduction...

A doubt arose in everyone's mind.

Is this... really for readers?

In other words...are there really readers willing to pay for this content?

I'm afraid that as soon as it is released, the readers who watch it will angrily criticize the newspaper editor because of this content.

Can any cat or dog be reported to the police now?

But...is the saint's vision really that low?

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

Not a book for readers?

An idea seemed to flash in the old man's mind, and he quickly read through the contents again.

After reading the contents of the manuscript one by one with the magical power of one glance and ten lines, the old man sighed, "We are still not as good as the saints. It is only now that we have discovered the profound meaning of the manuscript."

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

The young man who spoke just now was surprised, "Wenping, Wenping, 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 a greater say, but most of them...are ordinary, diligent ordinary people."

"After a noble son from a poor family, there are old farmers who are illiterate, working on the ridges and fields day after day, and then they are able to provide a scholar. But... scholars are human beings, aren't those ordinary people in the world not human beings?

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"They are hard-working and willing to work, but no one tells them some basic knowledge, even though this knowledge... these so-called scholars are already familiar with it."

From the beginning to the end, neither Song Lanyi nor Yaosheng wanted to gain literary fame among the scholars because of this booklet.

After 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 but think about it.

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

The old man's eyes lit up, "You kid, your brain is very useful!"

No matter where you put this article, it will reduce the quota for other people. In this case, it is better to open a column directly.

Come to think of it, that saint couldn't criticize this approach, right?

Just doing this has advantages and disadvantages.

Creating a special column is equivalent to putting this manuscript on the fire.

In the beginning, there will always be people who have doubts and even doubts.

But the old man thought that maybe... this wasn't a bad thing.

There must always be someone in the world who speaks up for the weak.

Another seven days passed in a flash.

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

For a moment, I was immersed in the ocean of knowledge, and I couldn't help but feel like I didn't know what to do now.

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

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

Tai Chi diagrams, the Five Elements and Bagua, and various techniques related to Yin and Yang Tao are all engraved on the bluestone bricks.

So much so that the martial arts arena 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. Under the medicine stove was the fire of the Earth Mother that she extracted using the yin and yang method.

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

"five four three two one……"

"Turn on the furnace!"

When the time silently counted in his mind ended, Song Lanyi suddenly opened the medicine stove.

She looked at the pitch-black pills in the medicine furnace, which were as big as a fist, and her smile suddenly froze, "Is it done...?"

Is this accomplished? Or is it not accomplished?

Looking at the fist-sized black pills, Song Lanyi fell into doubt.

This must be an accident, right?

She put the black pills aside, did not believe in evil, and continued to make medicinal materials.

The second pot was a pot of pills with pockmarked faces. It smelled strong, but it looked really ugly.

In the third furnace, Song Lanyi was stunned as soon as she opened it. It looked like colorful mushroom stalks.

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

With a gray face and messy hair, she sat on the steps, holding her chin, and fell into 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 working with the controller, she can practice and learn well.

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

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

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

She turned her head and saw Tangxi swallowing the big black pill whole in one gulp.

Song Lanyi was so frightened that she immediately pinched her neck and shook her hard, as if she wanted to shake her apart, "Ancestor, why don't you eat other things but only eat these weird things? They will kill people."

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Tangxi's tail was wrapped around Song Lanyi's wrist, and she pointed at herself. First she looked like she was falling to the ground, then she pretended to have eaten something, and then suddenly jumped up from the ground, becoming lively and energetic.

Song Lanyi understood it, but just because she understood it, she felt a little unbelievable.

That kind of thing that looks like a poisonous elixir at first glance is actually useful?!

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