night.
Qin Gengyun returned home.
Qiu Zhihe had already cooked the porridge and brought it out from the kitchen.
Qin Gengyun silently lowered his head to drink the porridge. After all, he felt a little uncomfortable. He took the shop owner to the Tiandan Pavilion and told Qiu Zhihe about supplying elixirs to Zhenyang Sect's Northern Wilderness Trial.
It's not that he is jealous, he just hates that he has mediocre qualifications. If he had become an alchemist two years earlier, he might be able to join in the fun now, earn thousands of spiritual stones, and live a good life in advance.
After Qiu Zhihe listened, he had no reaction at all and just asked:
"Why do we need to prepare so many elixirs when we go to the Northern Wilderness?"
Qin Gengyun explained: "The environment in the Northern Wilderness is harsh, the miasma is raging, and there are countless evil beasts and spirit corpses. Naturally, we need to prepare more life-saving pills and talismans."
Qiu Zhihe shook his head: "There are delicious food everywhere in the Northern Wilderness, it's not bad."
Qin Gengyun opened his mouth, not knowing how she came up with the comment "delicious food everywhere".
At this time Qiu Zhihe took out three Qingling grass and said: "Here."
Qin Gengyun quickly took it and took a closer look. He found that the aura of these three Qingling grasses was even greater than the previous one. He was pleasantly surprised and said:
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, you actually cultivated three plants at once?"
Qiu Zhihe glanced at him and suddenly said: "An alchemist with ordinary qualifications should be able to refine five bags of Qingfeng Powder from one Qingling Grass."
Qin Gengyun was startled, and he could read the undisguised contempt in her cold eyes.
He only made two bags of Qingfeng Powder from the Qingling Grass last time, but he didn't expect to be looked down upon by Qiu Zhihe.
Qin Gengyun stood up immediately and walked to the kitchen:
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, just watch, I will definitely be able to make one plant and five bags this time!"
"etc."
Qiu Zhihe stopped him:
"Wash the dishes first."
"..."
Qin Gengyun finished washing the dishes and immediately started refining the elixir.
For two days in a row, he went to work at the Lingdan Workshop during the day and came back to refine the elixir after dinner at night. He didn't even have time to do double cultivation.
At noon the next day, Qin Gengyun ran out of the kitchen excitedly and shouted to Qiu Zhihe who was sitting by the bed:
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, I made a total of thirteen bags!"
Qiu Zhihe looked up at him, and Qin Gengyun continued:
"The first two plants I refined each have five bags, and the last plant lost two bags due to lack of spiritual power. But this is only my third time refining the pill! Is it already pretty good?"
Ordinary first-level alchemy masters are not very efficient at making pills. If one Qingling grass can refine three bags of Qingfeng powder, it is considered good.
This can only be done by experienced alchemists.
Qin Gengyun had only refined the elixir for the third time, and he had already produced ten bags from two plants, which was enough for him to be proud of.
This can be regarded as a response to Qiu Zhihe's contempt for him late the night before.
Qin Gengyun looked at Qiu Zhihe with a proud look on his face, waiting for her to respond.
But Qiu Zhihe stood up silently, her figure wrapped in a blue double-breasted skirt and black gauze was slim and protruding, and a small section of attractive white skin appeared on her chest. She took out five Qingling plants from her sleeves with an expressionless face. Grass.
Qin Gengyun was stunned: "When did you cultivate so many Qingling grasses again?"
"The worst first-level alchemy master in the small sect I was in before. Five Qingling Grasses can produce at least twenty-five bags of Qingfeng Powder."
Qiu Zhihe looked at Qin Gengyun indifferently, the look of disdain in her cold apricot eyes not diminishing at all.
"..."
Qin Gengyun's chest rose and fell, and he quickly took the five Qingling grasses, walked into the kitchen angrily, stuck his head out, and said to Qiu Zhihe:
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, your skirt is a little too small today, especially your belly, which is protruding!"
Then he retracted his head and concentrated on refining the elixir.
Qiu Zhihe sat down expressionlessly. After a moment, he quietly touched his belly with his hands and murmured:
"Are you really fat?"
For several days, Qin Gengyun continued to work on duty during the day and refine alchemy at night.
The third night, Chenshi.
There was a burst of laughter from the kitchen, and Qin Gengyun strode out carrying twenty-five bags of Qingfengsan:
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, how are you?"
Qiu Zhihe was sitting at the table, sipping clear porridge. For the past two days, she had not put meat in her porridge, and only drank half a bowl of porridge at each meal.
He looked up at the Qingfengsan in Qin Gengyun's hand and said calmly:
"It's just five Qingling grasses. It took three days to practice. It's too slow."
"..." Qin Gengyun was speechless, his excitement suddenly reduced by half, and he sat down to drink porridge in silence.
After dinner, all the drifting emotions in his heart had dissipated.
I just refined the lowest level first-level elixir, what right do I have to be complacent?
The road is difficult and long, so you should search up and down to find the great road!
Qin Gengyun stood up and solemnly handed over his hands to Qiu Zhihe:
"Thank you, fellow Daoist Qiu, for reminding me."
Qiu Zhihe walked straight to the bed and said calmly:
"Go wash the dishes and then rest."
Qin Gengyun agreed and quickly washed the dishes. At this time, the candles in the room had been blown out by Qiu Zhihe.
The beauty on the bed is covered with a quilt, her bun is spread out, and her waterfall-like hair is scattered on the exquisite curves. There is a different kind of temptation in the dark night.
I have been concentrating on alchemy these past few days, and I haven't practiced double cultivation for five days.
Qin Gengyun walked to the bed and said softly: "Fellow Daoist Qiu, tonight we... ah?"
Before he finished speaking, the person was already dragged up.
...
[Couple relationship: 15/100. Couple relationship stage: people and place are unfamiliar and still need to get used to each other. Bonus: 1]
[Acquire practice points: 3]
...
Five thirty-five breaths later.
Qiu Zhihe turned his back and stopped working.
Qin Gengyun lay on the bed with his back stretched out, and illusory words appeared in front of his eyes:
[Name: Qin Gengyun]
【Lifespan: 35/40】
[Cultivation: third level of Qi training, 11/500]
[Skill: First-level Alchemist, 29/200]
[Spiritual roots: low-grade fire-type spiritual roots (45/100), low-grade ice-type spiritual roots (51/100)]
[Available practice points: 15]
After five double cultivations, a total of 15 points were obtained, and the fire and ice spiritual roots each increased by 8 points.
Qin Gengyun once again added 15 points to the alchemist's progress, and the attribute panel changed:
[Skill: First-level Alchemist, 44/200]
He is one step closer to the realm of a second-level alchemist. At the same time, concentrating on alchemy in the past few days has also increased his alchemy experience a lot.
Now he has been able to achieve a very stable rate of producing five bags of pills per plant.
It's just that the speed of alchemy still needs to be improved.
But this is already a speed of improvement that is unimaginable for ordinary first-level alchemists.
Qin Gengyun turned to look at Qiu Zhihe, whose back was turned to him.
Speaking of which, the fact that he could improve so quickly in just a few days had something to do with the fact that Qiu Zhihe provided spiritual herbs and urged and stimulated him to concentrate on refining elixirs.
Even when his mentality was inflated just now, Qiu Zhihe poured cold water on him in time.
It is indeed right to marry a virtuous wife!
However, why can an ordinary monk take out a bronze furnace?
How could she, who was only a first-level spiritual planter, be able to cultivate so many high-quality Qingling grass easily?
It seems that my wife, who was married without spending even half a cent of the bride price, still hides many secrets.
I’ll have to dig deeper in the future.
However, she never harmed me and always helped and encouraged me.
There is a road ahead and a good wife at home, that is enough.
