The next day, early morning.
"Get up."
Qin Gengyun opened his eyes with difficulty, and Qiu Zhihe's delicate and indifferent round face appeared in front of him.
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, if I sleep with one more stick of incense, just one stick of incense!"
Qin Gengyun practiced for a whole day yesterday and finally made twenty bags. He didn't go to bed until three quarters of the year, and he only slept for an hour now.
Continuously refining elixirs like this consumes too much spiritual energy and consciousness. At this moment, Qin Gengyun is extremely tired and can hardly open his eyes.
After all, he had just become a first-level alchemist not long ago, and being able to refine twenty bags of elixirs in one day was considered a rapid progress.
But the spiritual power and spiritual consciousness are not deep enough, and they really can't support it.
Wow!
The quilt on his body was lifted at once, and his body was pulled directly from the bed.
I have to wake up now.
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, you..."
Qin Gengyun was about to speak when he saw Qiu Zhihe walking into the kitchen.
"Come in and eat."
Qin Gengyun had no choice but to go into the kitchen. There was already porridge and a basket of steamed buns on the table.
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, did you go out to buy breakfast so early?"
Although Qiu Zhihe looks indifferent, if she hadn't provided Qingling grass and pushed himself all the time these days, he might not have been able to progress so fast.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Qiu."
Qin Gengyun solemnly thanked him. Qiu Zhihe lowered his head to drink porridge and ignored her. Qin Gengyun smiled and sat down to eat.
The two of them finished their breakfast in silence. Under Qiu Zhihe's cold eyes, Qin Gengyun did not dare to delay at all. He sat in front of the alchemy furnace again and continued to refine the elixir.
He made twenty bags of Qingfeng Powder yesterday. At this rate, he could make exactly two hundred bags on the tenth day.
But Qin Gengyun knew in his heart that he couldn't calculate it that way.
Because on the first day alone, he felt that his spiritual power and consciousness were almost exhausted.
If you want to fully recover, you have to take a day off.
But this would naturally be too late.
I have no choice but to grit my teeth and continue.
In the early morning of the next day, at Yinshi, Qin Gengyun finally made twenty more bags.
At this moment, he was dizzy and his whole body was weak. This was a sign that his consciousness was extremely exhausted and his spiritual energy was exhausted.
Qin Gengyun couldn't hold on any longer, so he climbed into bed and fell asleep on the pillow.
I don't know how long I slept, but a strong fragrance penetrated my nostrils, causing a trace of spiritual energy to surge up from the spiritual field in my body that was almost exhausted.
Qin Gengyun opened his eyes and subconsciously opened his mouth: "It smells so good."
Qiu Zhihe's voice came from the side: "Get up and eat."
Qin Gengyun stood up and walked into the kitchen. He saw a pot of broth on the table. The soup was rich and the meat shone slightly. The soup was sprinkled with chopped green onion, star anise, fennel, pepper and other spices.
The aroma you smell outside is already extremely tempting, and when you get closer and smell it, you feel a sense of comfort that penetrates into your soul, making your index fingers twitch.
This is definitely no ordinary spiritual flesh!
Qin Gengyun looked at Qiu Zhihe in surprise: "Fellow Daoist Qiu, what kind of meat is this?"
Qiu Zhihe said: "Fellow Taoist Chen said that if you want to stew meat soup, you need to buy high-grade spiritual meat."
Qin Gengyun was puzzled, what grade of spiritual flesh could have such a fragrant smell, and could restore the lost spiritual power just by smelling it?
Qiu Zhihe glanced at him, her almond-shaped eyes cold: "I'll fall down if I don't eat."
"Eat, eat!"
Qin Gengyun quickly sat down, filled a bowl, took a tentative sip, his eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately began to work hard.
The broth was so fragrant, and with each mouthful of meat, Qin Gengyun could clearly feel the rapid recovery of his spiritual power and consciousness.
After drinking a bowl, Qin Gengyun found Qiu Zhihe still sitting quietly, and asked:
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, don't you want to eat?"
Qiu Zhihe shook his head and urged in a cold voice: "Hurry up and finish the meal and refine the medicine."
Qin Gengyun understood that Qiu Zhihe had specially stewed this pot of broth for him to help him recover his spiritual power.
I have a good wife at home!
Qin Gengyun was moved and continued to eat meat.
Soon, Qin Gengyun had eaten all the pot of spirit broth, without even a drop of soup left.
Qin Gengyun raised his hand to Qiu Zhihe and said, "Fellow Taoist Qiu, I'm going to make elixirs right now. Thank you very much!"
Qiu Zhihe nodded expressionlessly. When Qin Gengyun walked out of the kitchen, she looked at the pot with not a drop of soup left, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
At this time, a shrill howl came from outside the house:
"Who the hell stole my spiritual mastiff! My blast!!"
Qin Gengyun said strangely: "Isn't this Meng Yu next door? His spiritual mastiff was actually stolen?"
Meng Yu was still howling outside: "Whoever stole my blast, I curse your family to a bad death!"
Qin Gengyun shook his head, ignored it, and concentrated on refining the pill.
In the next few days, Qin Gengyun stayed in the house refining elixirs without leaving the house.
Whenever he ran out of spiritual energy and consciousness, Qiu Zhihe would stew the high-grade spiritual broth for him to eat.
Just like that, it's the ninth day.
In front of the bronze furnace, Qin Gengyun opened his eyes.
"It's done!"
Open the alchemy furnace and put the piles of shimmering particles inside into bags, a total of thirty bags.
In the first few days, Qin Gengyun could only put in four Qingling Grasses at a time and refine twenty bags of Qingfeng Powder.
On the fifth day, Qin Gengyun was able to put in five Qingling Grasses at once and refine twenty-five bags of Qingfeng Powder.
By the seventh day, Qin Gengyun had put in six plants at a time and made thirty bags.
In this way, Qin Gengyun completed the original ten-day deadline in nine days.
Such a speed was something he had never dared to imagine before.
At the same time, Qin Gengyun could feel that his alchemy experience had improved a lot, and next time he could try to refine a real "spiritual elixir" instead of this low-level "spiritual powder".
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, I'm done!"
Qin Gengyun walked into the kitchen excitedly and saw a pot of broth on the table again.
"Have a meal."
Qiu Zhihe said calmly.
"good."
Qin Gengyun smiled, sat down, filled a bowl, took two bites, and raised his head in surprise:
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, why does the broth today taste different from the previous days?"
Qiu Zhihe said: "I added some medicinal materials."
Qin Gengyun had an ominous premonition in his heart: "What medicinal materials?"
Qiu Zhihe glanced at him: "Aphrodisiac."
"..."
Two hours later.
[Couple relationship: 15/100. The relationship stage of a couple: still needs to be adjusted. Bonus: 1]
[Acquire practice points: 3]
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[Name: Qin Gengyun]
【Lifespan: 35/40】
[Cultivation: third level of Qi training, 11/500]
[Skill: First-level Alchemist, 53/200]
[Spiritual roots: low-grade fire-type spiritual roots (59/100), low-grade ice-type spiritual roots (66/100)]
[Available practice points: 24]
Qin Gengyun's waist was sore. He turned his head to look at Qiu Zhihe, who was lying with his back to him, and sighed helplessly.
"Plough, plow, add more."
