Refining medicine can't save Doupo!

Chapter 1: Refining medicine can't save Doupo, but refining equipment can! [Seeking Fern]

"Fighting Spirit Level 1!"

On a sunny morning in Qingshan Town, a stone tablet that can measure fighting spirit stood in an open space inside a medical clinic. A handsome and resolute young man looked at the scale displayed on it and said with surprise: "Fighting spirit! I have fighting spirit!"

In the inner court filled with flowers and plants, a girl in white who was drying various herbs rolled her eyes helplessly at the boy who was about to jump up and down beside the Dou Qi monument, and said with a pout, "Ah Lin! Stop shouting! You are so old, and you can be excited by the first level of Dou Qi. Even the most ordinary child in Qingshan Town has a higher cultivation level than you! Aren't you afraid of losing face!"

Jiang Lin looked at the girl under the eaves, scratched his head with a smile, and then said to the middle-aged man who was watching the 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 heroic young man of ten years old, he has only been in the field of fighting for half a year.

It took him half a year to successfully absorb the fighting spirit into his body. This kind of talent, if not very bad, is very average!
Mr. Yao, the boss of Wan Yao Zhai upstairs, just smiled and said with a gentle blessing: "Don't be too demanding. Just practice and be happy."

"Hahaha! Thank you Mr. Yao for your advice!" Jiang Lin immediately smiled and thanked his savior, then ignored the other guys' contempt and immediately ran towards a side courtyard behind the attic.

"Mr. Yao, are you just going to ignore him?" After spreading the cleaned herbs in the sun, the girl in white looked up helplessly at Mr. Yao, the owner of Wanyaozhai, who was drinking tea and supervising the work in the attic.

"Xian'er, everyone has something they like. You like herbs, but that doesn't mean everyone likes it." Mr. Yao said slowly and unhurriedly. He looked at the Warcraft Mountains outside the town in the distance, and the scene when he first saw the boy seemed to emerge in his eyes.

"What's your name?" Mr. Yao, who was carrying a backpack, was standing in a valley, looking at the disheveled boy in front of him. The boy's eyes were bright and clear, but Mr. Yao understood that it was not the clear and stupidity of his peers, but a kind of insight beyond his age.

"Lin Jianglin."

"Don't be nervous. Actually, I know your mother." Mr. Yao looked at the vegetable fields and medicinal gardens in the valley, sighed slightly in his heart, and understood how this child had survived all these years.

"Your mother is a very mysterious and powerful alchemist. She sometimes buys some basic herbs 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 Wanyaozhai's prosperity was also related to the boy's mother who was an alchemist.

"I received a blood ginseng of good age and wanted to send it to your mother."

"I've heard of you. Your name is Mr. Yao. But your 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 go with me. You won't be safe in this mountain forever." To strengthen his persuasiveness, Mr. Yao took out a pale yellow jade ring from his arms and handed it to Jiang Lin. This was indeed a token of Jiang Lin's mother, and it was left to Mr. Yao along with the letter.

".Mr. Yao, do you know who is chasing them?"

"If I had known, I wouldn't be here." Mr. Yao looked at the serious boy in front of him and sighed inwardly.

The saying "Ignorance is bliss" probably refers to him, right?
Obviously, this family was in big trouble, but he was still leaning on them fearlessly.

"Your mother said that you have a good talent for alchemy. However, she doesn't want you to become an alchemist in the future." Mr. Yao didn't understand why he didn't use his talent for alchemy. You know, there are countless people in this world who want to become an alchemist even if they cry and kneel.

However, Mr. Yao chose to respect the choice of his benefactor who had given him a chance. The talent of a pharmacist might be a once-in-a-lifetime gift to others, but for this family being hunted by their enemies, it might be a disaster, right? Mr. Yao thought silently in his heart.

"I understand, Mr. Yao, do you want the books about alchemy in the wooden house?" Jiang Lin pointed to a cave in the valley, which contained some basic books on alchemy. At the same time, there were traces of Jiang Lin's other experiments.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Yao's eyes flashed with a trace of struggle, but he finally shook his head and said, "Forget it. Xian'er and I don't have the talent to be a pharmacist. If we force it, we will eventually suffer disaster. Just take away the herbs inside, and you will follow me to be a doctor in the future. I will teach you to cultivate fighting spirit, so that you can live a peaceful life and repay your mother's kindness."

"In that case, let's burn them." Jiang Lin looked at the traces of activity in the valley, a hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes, but he finally said firmly.

"Why?" Mr. Yao was very surprised.

"Let's say goodbye to the past once and for all."

It's hard to imagine that these are words spoken by 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 regretting it?"

Jiang Lin shook his head: "No regrets."

"Mother is always kind, and so is father, though I have never seen him."

"But during the three years I lived in the valley, I finished studying the book my mother left behind. From the black ink on the white paper of the book, I only saw two words: cannibalism."

"This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. The alchemists, who are held in such high esteem, are destined to be eaten."

"Just like my mother, when the crisis comes, no one cares whether she is an alchemist or not."

"so."

"Refine medicine can't save (kill through) the world, but refine weapons can!"

'Alchemy can't save the world, but refining equipment can.' Mr. Yao in the attic looked at the little medical fairy who was sulking beside him and smiled slightly: "Let the kid make a fuss. What if, what if he really has a talent in this area? After all, this guy is young, but his blacksmithing skills are no worse than those 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 consultation. She was able to see patients on her own for minor illnesses and pains, and would go to Mr. Yao for any difficult and complicated cases.

On the other hand, Jiang Lin walked into his own private forging room and began his new attempt at refining equipment.

"Next step, fighting spirit weapons"

"In other words, low-level yellow-grade weapons!"

(End of this chapter)