Qiu Zhihe said without hesitation: "Just agree."
Qin Gengyun reminded: "Fellow Daoist Qiu, two hundred bags of Qingfeng powder require at least forty high-grade Qingling grass."
Qiu Zhihe sipped the porridge and said calmly: "From tomorrow on, I will give you ten plants every day. Four days will be enough."
Qin Gengyun was stunned for a moment, and then said: "But even if there is enough Qingling Grass, I am really not sure that I can refine two hundred bags of Qingfeng Powder within ten days."
Qiu Zhihe glanced at him: "If you can refine a bag in thirty-five breaths, why worry about not being able to get it out within ten days?"
Qin Gengyun opened his mouth wide and said angrily: "Fellow Daoist Qiu, how can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air?!"
An hour later.
Experienced three thirty-five breaths.
Qiu Zhihe turned his back and ignored him. Qin Gengyun sighed.
It doesn't matter, I can grow from thirty breaths to thirty-five breaths, and then from thirty-five breaths to a stick of incense!
Believe in yourself, you can do it!
Qiu Zhihe breathed evenly and seemed to have fallen asleep. Illusive words appeared in front of Qin Gengyun's eyes:
[Name: Qin Gengyun]
【Lifespan: 35/40】
[Cultivation: third level of Qi training, 11/500]
[Skill: First-level Alchemist, 44/200]
[Spiritual roots: low-grade fire-type spiritual roots (51/100), low-grade ice-type spiritual roots (57/100)]
[Available practice points: 9]
After three double cultivations, I got 9 points, the fire spiritual root increased by 6 points, and the ice spiritual root increased by 7 points.
Qin Gengyun still added all 9 points to the alchemist realm, and the attribute panel became:
[Skill: First-level Alchemist, 53/200]
We are one step closer to becoming a second-level alchemist. Tomorrow we will go to the Alchemy Tower to pick up these two hundred bags of Qingling Grass.
It's hard to get this kind of opportunity again if you miss it, so you must give it a try.
Also, Meng Yu next door is an unstable factor after all, so he has to think of a way.
Unknowingly, Qin Gengyun fell into a deep sleep.
Not yet.
It's quiet at night.
Willow Smoke Alley.
Three men in black robes, who had just been pulled out of bed by the heart-gnawing pain, knelt in front of a tall, plump red-haired female cultivator.
"Senior, what are your orders?"
The red-haired female cultivator’s voice was ethereal:
"I want to eat spiritual mastiff meat recently. Find it for me within three days."
...
The next day.
Qin Gengyun went out and met the Taoist monk next door. Chen Fang reminded him in a low voice:
"Fellow Daoist Qin, that fellow Daoist Meng will definitely retaliate. His spiritual mastiff is ferocious. You and your wife should be careful."
Qin Gengyun nodded: "Thank you for reminding me. I will be at home these days and will not let my wife be harassed again."
When Qin Gengyun walked away, Chen Fang said to Zhang Chengdao with surprise:
"Husband, when did Fellow Daoist Qin become so fearless?"
In the past, when Qin Gengyun encountered this kind of thing, he would definitely retreat and even come to ask Meng Yu for peace.
But now Qin Gengyun has become so tough, and Chen Fang is not used to it.
Zhang Chengdao looked at Qin Gengyun's back and suddenly said:
"Qin Daoyou seems to have reached the third level of Qi training."
Qin Gengyun came to Danfu Tower. When shopkeeper Tong saw him coming in, he smiled and held his hands:
"Fellow Daoist Qin is here, how do you think about it?"
Qin Gengyun said: "Shopkeeper Tong, I have taken this order and will deliver it in ten days."
"Okay!" Shopkeeper Tong asked Qin Gengyun to go to the inner hall and ask someone to bring him the spiritual contract. This was a large talisman paper 9 inches long and 6 inches wide. It said that Qin Gengyun and Danfu Tower would deliver two talismans within ten days. One hundred bags of high-quality Qingfeng powder.
This was a common contract used in transactions between monks.
If one party fails to comply, it will suffer backlash and its cultivation will be damaged.
Of course, this kind of contract is only useful for monks below the foundation level. There are other ways to restrain high-level monks.
Shopkeeper Tong introduced: "Fellow Daoist Qin, Danfu Tower will give you a deposit of 15 spirit stones. If you fail to complete the agreed content on time, then you will have to pay us 20 spirit stones. You can take a look again. If there is no problem, we will Then I signed and stamped it."
Qin Gengyun carefully read the contents of the spiritual contract, nodded, and signed.
Shopkeeper Tong immediately ordered someone to bring 15 spiritual stones. Qin Gengyun no longer delayed, took his share of the spiritual contract and left.
First, he went to the Lingdan Workshop. It was already past midnight and there were still not many people in the workshop. Qin Gengyun found Fang Chao and said that he would not be coming to the workshop for the next few days and asked him to notify him in time if anything happened.
Then he quickly returned to Zhaiyu Alley, his body gradually tightened, and he held the Thunderbolt Pill in his hand.
However, the alley was very quiet, and Meng Yu and the evil mastiff were not guarding the door of his house. Qin Gengyun breathed a sigh of relief.
When I got home, I saw that the bronze stove had been moved from the kitchen to the outside room.
This rental house was already cramped, with a bronze stove occupying only a small half of the outhouse. The bed and the alchemy stove were closely adjacent to each other, and the table was moved into the kitchen.
"Fellow Daoist Qiu?"
Qin Gengyun shouted, but Qiu Zhihe was not at home. He was a little worried. Could it be that Meng Yu had come to harass him?
Just as he was about to go out to look for her, the door opened and Qiu Zhihe walked in from the outside.
Today she changed into another outfit. She wore a chrysanthemum-patterned double-breasted short coat with the collar an inch above her chest. She wore a black silk blouse, a woman's bun on her head, and the white jade lotus hairpin in her hair.
This is the dress of an ordinary married female cultivator, but coupled with Qiu Zhihe's childlike appearance and figure, there is a kind of dignified and sexy temptation.
It's no wonder that Meng Yujiu knocked on the door later. It was because Qiu Zhihe was too tempting.
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, where have you been? Has Meng Yu come to harass you again?"
Qin Gengyun asked Qiu Zhihe with concern.
Qiu Zhihe walked into the house, walked around the bronze furnace, and walked to Qin Gengyun:
"I went next door to ask fellow Taoist Chen for advice on how to make meat soup."
"Stew meat soup?" Qin Gengyun was startled, and Qiu Zhihe continued:
"I moved the alchemy furnace out. I will be stewing meat in the kitchen these days, so you can make alchemy outside. Don't disturb me."
"..." Qin Gengyun really wanted to say, "Don't disturb me." It seems like I should be the one saying this to you, right?
But after thinking about it, he forgot it and said with a smile: "Okay, stew is important."
Qiu Zhihe glanced at him and took out ten Qingling grass from his sleeve: "Here."
Qin Gengyun was surprised: "So fast?"
Qiu Zhihe ignored him and went straight into the kitchen, scooped out two taels of rice from the rice vat, and prepared to cook porridge.
Qin Gengyun followed him in, hesitated, and said:
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, am I too impulsive? It is too difficult to refine two hundred bags of Qingfeng Powder in ten days, not to mention I don't even have a spiritual fan medicine attendant, alas."
Qiu Zhihe glanced back at him while washing rice:
"It's just a first-grade elixir, why do we need a spiritual fan medicine attendant?"
"But..." Qin Gengyun opened his mouth and wanted to say something else. Qiu Zhihe said again:
"If you know the urgency, why are you wasting your time here?"
"..."
Qin Gengyun was speechless for a moment, and after a moment he cupped his hands:
"What Fellow Daoist Qiu said is, I'm going to make medicine right now!"
After saying that, he returned to the outhouse and sat down cross-legged in front of the bronze stove.
Soon, a fire was roaring in the alchemy furnace, and a fire was also burning in the kitchen.
The medicinal aroma of Qingling herbal liquid and the aroma of spiritual porridge floated in the narrow room, intertwined, and finally merged together.
...
