Stunning Spirit Master

But Ye Guilan didn't know that this time it was true, and she was completely overthinking it.

Ye He collected such formulas at that time purely out of his own interest. He liked to collect some strange and weird formulas. The more difficult they were, the more he liked them, and the more difficult others could make them, the more he liked them.

He especially likes to challenge the difficult formulas of orthodox pharmaceuticals, especially those that are particularly unpopular.

When he first wrote this pamphlet, he wrote it with the idea that his daughter would also be interested in it.

Ye Guilan looked at the recipe, and his father wrote a self-comment next to it: It is difficult, but it is not impossible to make it.

Arrow, filled the whole page.

Ye Guilan looked at it and felt that it was two circles bigger. Is this called difficult? If you can do it, you can't make a mistake with so many arrows and steps. This is called able.

She looked at the symbols on the page and couldn't help but look away to let her head clear for a while.

Dad's pharmaceuticals are different from orthodox pharmaceuticals and are in a league of their own. For the father and daughter, the number of arrows and the degree of change represent the difficulty of the formula.

The fewer arrows, the fewer changes, and naturally it’s simple.

This page full of arrows and constantly changing directions gave Ye Guilan a headache.

For orthodox pharmaceuticals, she can choose to skip the theoretical basis, but the nature of pharmaceuticals still requires her own strength.

"call……"

Ye Guilan shook her head and looked at the booklet again. She wanted to remember the number and direction of these arrows clearly, and she could not make any mistakes.

When Yue Wuzheng walked in from outside, he only saw his little wife sitting there alone, murmuring up and down, left and right.

He walked over lightly until he saw the arrows on the pamphlet in her hand, and frowned slightly.

"Xiao Guilan, are you busy?"

Several elders from the Ye family walked in. Ye Guilan, who was buried in arrows, quickly raised his head and realized that Wu Zheng had returned at some point.

"We are here to give you the formula for the Soul Mixture." Several elders took out the formula. Compared with the arrows in Ye Guilan's hand, the formula for traditional medicine is not short, and the paper is also a relatively thick stack.

Yue Wuzheng took it and flipped through a few pages, thinking it would be better to just look at the arrows.

"The Xuanhui clan is already preparing the medicinal materials needed for the Soul Mixture. It will take some time."

Ye Guilan nodded. It was just during this time that she could recite it hard and try not to make any mistakes.

Several elders looked at her little face and couldn't help but sigh.

This kind of thing shouldn't have happened to her, but their Ye family was in the place of expulsion, and it was inconvenient for anyone to come.

I don’t want others to get involved in things like making the throne spirit.

The first two times I was attacked by surprise, it was too painful.

"This is a phantom-level formula, Xiao Guilan, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work." Several elders smiled, "Just give it a try."

"Of course we have to succeed." Ye Guilan said in a low voice. She was already at the ninth level of Phantom. As long as she could remember all the arrows without making mistakes, she would definitely succeed.

"Don't force it, let's go first."

Several elders patted her shoulders and turned around to leave. Ye Guilan suddenly took a step forward and said, "Elders!"

"I know what you want to ask. That kid Lieyang is already preparing."

Several elders spoke in low voices without turning around, "As for more, don't ask."

Ye Guilan's heart tightened, and several elders hurriedly walked out.

Yue Wuzheng stood beside her, not knowing what to say for a moment. He didn't know what the Ye family's spiritual seed resurrection method was, and he couldn't say that Xing Lieyang would definitely come back.

His little wife suddenly raised her hand and wiped her eyes with her back to him.

Yue Wuzheng's heart felt like it had been cut by a knife.

This is the period when she sheds the most tears since we met each other.

He reached out his hand and took her directly into his arms. He was speechless and could only rely on her silently.

Ye Guilan smiled, pushed him away gently, took the formula in his hand, and surrendered after reading the first page.

This is not a screen full of arrows, this is a screen full of text, not just one page.

Ye Guilan sat back down again with the pamphlet and began to carry it over his shoulders.

Yue Wuzheng put the formula into the narration and sat beside her silently, watching her concentrate on reciting the arrows in a low voice.

The young man lowered his dark eyes silently. For his family to be able to maintain its status as one of the four major families, it required a lot more effort than what he saw.

Dad, I may understand now what you are carrying.

He couldn't help but raise his eyes. The road ahead was destined to be full of thorns, and the weight on their shoulders would become heavier and heavier.

Thinking of the four in her body, Yue Wuzheng couldn't help clenching her hands, her eyes full of pain.

Who knew that in addition to her family, she would also be burdened with these things.

No one can share her burden for her, not even herself who is closest to her.

"Up, up, down, left, right, left, right...wrong again."

Ye Guilan kept murmuring at the side, and the features on her small face wrinkled unconsciously.

In Yue Wuzheng's black eyes, her small figure was in them.

The young man's hand became tighter and tighter, and he held it harder and harder.

He wants to reach the level of an illusory god, and he will try his best to reach the level of an illusory god.

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