Chapter 23: Wonderful! Wonderful!

Nie Kong did not fill in the original three prescriptions, but started again in the blank space next to him.

The pen is circulating, and the handwriting is like a silver hook. Nie Kong, who was born in a traditional Chinese medicine family, was forced by his grandfather to practice calligraphy since he was a child. Although the words here are different from those in his previous life, the brushwork method is the same as flowing water. It is extremely smooth to write with a brush.

Nie Kong is not writing very fast. He often has to pause a little after writing a medicine name and then continue writing.

While he was writing stops, people stood up one after another to hand the recipe to the referee seat under the high platform.

"Cheng Zixuan, Mu Xiaoling, Yu Qingguan, Qu Xinyi, Gu Qi... Not bad, not bad, half of the time has passed, five people have filled in the prescription, and the medicines selected are quite suitable." Looking at the pages of paper in his hand, Cheng Feiliu laughed happily. As the royal pharmacist of the Dacheng Empire, Cheng Feiliu naturally hopes that the more outstanding pharmacists in the empire, the better.

"Brother Xingyun, your proud disciple is not doing very well this time?" Que Yu turned his head and teased Nie Xingyun, who had just returned to his original zodiac sign.

"Ahem, this level is enough to prescribe the prescription before the hourglass is over. It doesn't matter if it's too early or later." Nie Xingyun pinched the rat's beard and said distractedly.

That being said, Nie Xingyun was a little confused. He had read all three recipes. According to Nie Qian's ability that he showed some time ago, even if he could not fill it out first, he should not be behind Cheng Zixuan and Mu Xiaoling for too long. Why hasn't he filled it out yet?

Not only him, Lian Tianxin, on the right side of the referee seat, also looked at his proud disciple in surprise.

Of course, no matter how surprised it was, Lian Tianxin and Nie Xingyun had sufficient confidence in Nie Kong. After all, the two of them taught Nie Kong for so long that they were still very sure of his strength. They knew that he could not fall in the second level, at most they would just be slower.

"rustle……"

Time passes by rapidly, and the sand in the hourglass becomes less and less.

There are more and more spiritual pharmacists filling out the formula. Even if some of them are really unfilled, they will write three medicine names and hand over the formula. For a moment, the triangle platform became empty, leaving only Nie Kong, and more than a dozen people who were unwilling to give up the medicine will compete were frowning.

However, unlike those guys who were like ants in a hot nest, although Nie Kong was also thinking, his expression was calm and composed. Every time he pondered for a moment, he wrote a few words, and then paused for a moment. He was not in a hurry at all.

The emperor was not in a hurry, and he was anxious to death.

Nie Kong was leisurely on the platform, but he was anxious that several people under the platform were shocked.

"Sister Little Ling, you said that Brother Nie Kong was so strong in front, why did he become irritated when he reached this second level?" Mu Xinjiang kept squeezing his ears and slapping his cheeks.

"You ask me, who will I ask?"

Mu Xiaoling didn't know what he remembered, suddenly blushed and glared at his cousin fiercely. When he looked at Nie Kong, his watery eyes were full of confusion. For a spiritual pharmacist who could refine a large number of super-quality "Purple Li Dan", this second level should not be too difficult. Why is the hourglass is almost gone now and he still hasn't finished it? If he fails to pass this level, it would be a pity!

At the VIP seat, Nie Xingyun's throat was so anxious that his throat was almost smoking. What the hell is this little bastard doing? The three missing drugs are all just about ten words. This little bastard is good. He has not finished writing it for so long. I really want to be anxious to death!

"Nie Laowu, your proud disciple seems to be a little lingering at this level." Mu Zisi specially changed seats with Que Yu, turned around and looked at Nie Xingyun, with a joking face.

"This weather is so hot, mom is so hot!"

Nie Xingyun pretended not to hear it and kept waving his hand to fan himself.

Seeing this, everyone around them showed strange smiles on their faces and was secretly happy. If the boy with spiritual power mutated failed to pass the second level, the old man Nie would probably be really disappointed today. Who told him to keep holding his disciple up just now?

The higher you hold, the heavier you fall!

As Nie Kong's master, Lian Tianxin was much calmer, just because he didn't like showing off his good disciples like Nie Xingyun, so his mentality was naturally much more balanced. Moreover, he also believed that the reason why Nie Kong was still on the high platform must be because there must be another reason, rather than being stumped by the formula.

"Time is here!"

When the last handful of sand flowed down the hole of the hourglass, Mo Xingtu shouted loudly. Almost at the same time he made a sound, Nie Kong put down his brush and stood up with the recipe. He could vaguely see that the paper was almost covered with black handwriting.

Nie Kong looked relaxed and walked towards the referee seat below. Around him, the only few spiritual pharmacists were all dead, and they were too lazy to hand over the recipe, so they walked directly to the onlookers below the stage. In the next three levels of assessment, they could only serve as spectators.

"It's so exciting! As soon as the hourglass was flowing, Brother Nie Kong filled out the recipe. The time was very accurate. Sister Little Ling, I'm sure Brother Nie Kong did this on purpose, just to make the fourth prince proud for a while, and finally put his pride completely under his feet."

Mu Xinjiang excitedly analyzed Nie Kong's behavior just now with an expression of "I knew it would be like this", "Don't look at the fourth prince still smiling now, I might be so disappointed. I'm sure that after Brother Nie Kong passed the second level later, he would definitely not be able to laugh."

"Are you finished?" Mu Xiaoling was speechless to this cousin who was even more mother-in-law than a woman. She covered her ears with both hands and leaned over like a referee's seat.

"This little bastard finally got it done at the last moment, almost scaring me to death!"

In the VIP seat, Nie Xingyun, who looked careless, always paid attention to his apprentice from the corner of his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief. The time just now was almost like several hours for the old man. If it weren't for the rules, he really wanted to rush up to see what Nie Kong was writing.

In short, Nie Kong was the last one to submit the answer. Not only the referees, but everyone in the VIP seats were also curious about Nie Kong's answers. However, compared with the referees' curiosity, they did not have much kindness in their hearts. Most of them were gloating and wanted to see the two masters and apprentices of Nie Xingyun make a fool of themselves.

Before Nie Kong could approach, five fifth-grade spiritual pharmacists, Cheng Feiliu, Mu Zisi, Qu Yu, Qu Tingyun and Volrong, stuffed the formulas of other spiritual pharmacists in his hands to Lian Tianxin.

Looking at the stack of high paper in front of him, the old man felt helpless. Although he also wanted to see his disciple's answer sheet, he could not ignore the formulas of other spiritual medicine masters, so he had to continue to review them.

"Come on, come on, little guy, let me show you the recipe first."

Mu Zisi couldn't wait to jump up and grabbed the answer that Nie Kong was about to submit. After a glance, the old man's eyes almost popped out of his socket, his mouth widened and rounder, and the surprise in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Finally, he slapped the table hard and shouted:
Chapter completed!