As soon as he entered the alchemy hall, Shen Yi saw an outer disciple making a cup of tea for Bian Daoqing who was lying on a bamboo chair. After Bian Daoqing took it, he raised the fingers of his other hand. Upon seeing this, the disciple nodded. Head, retreated.
After scanning around, Shen Yi lay down on the side and looked around. There was no elixir fire under the alchemy furnace today that looked as soft as silk. Bian Daoqing was lying on the bamboo chair with his eyes closed and did not move. He looked like he should I haven't made any pills for a while.
As if aware of Shen Yi's gaze, Bian Daoqing raised his hand again, opened his mouth and said laboriously: "I'll take a rest first, and I'll make the elixir later."
Hearing this, Shen Yi stretched out his tongue and licked his gums. When Bian Daoqing fell asleep on the bamboo chair after speaking, he simply squinted his eyes and lay down comfortably to wait for the prostitute.
About two quarters of an hour later, that is, half an hour, Shen Yi saw Bian Daoqing stand up from the bamboo chair and stagger towards the medicine cabinet.
He did not let Shen Yi sort the medicinal materials, opened one of the compartments on the medicine cabinet, took out a cloth bag, and walked directly towards the alchemy furnace.
Yesterday, thanks to the efforts of all the disciples, all the medicinal materials in the medicine cabinet have been distributed according to proportions. The required materials can be easily taken away to make any elixir.
Under Shen Yi's gaze, Bian Daoqing untied the cloth bag, put the medicinal materials inside one after another, and then lay down on the bamboo chair and closed his eyes.
Half an hour later, he stood up and put the formed elixir into the tray, but did not start the next batch immediately. He lay back on the bamboo chair and fell asleep directly.
In short, Bian Daoqing's alchemy efficiency is much slower than before. On a normal day, he can fill three trays with the elixirs he produced, but today it is already half full, and not even half of one tray is full.
Occasionally, someone passed by outside, and Shen Yi eavesdropped on their conversation.
It is said that Bian Daoqing's alchemy efficiency in the early years was nearly ten times faster than it is now. He was not only an alchemy master, but also a practicing genius.
Before reaching the age of 16, he had reached the straight level of disease dispelling stage.
But it's a pity that after the Mingming ritual, everything about him was destroyed. A D-level contracted beast not only failed to help him, but also slowed down his training speed. If it was a C-level contracted beast, his realm would probably be as low as It’s not just about knowing the steps and building the platform.
The level of the contract beast is too low, so it is difficult to share too much erosion for him.
The god on standby was completely overwhelmed by the epidemic, which was the day when Bian Daoqing lost his soul.
In Wuchuan, the imperial city of Daliang, there are already alchemists from Jiyuan Division who are ready to come to Qingyuan Sect to take up their posts at any time.
Judging from the weather outside, it should be afternoon now.
"Is it almost the time of You?" Shen Yi thought to himself. Logically speaking, he had already left at this time. The reason why he stayed here was because the elixir being refined in the alchemy furnace was the Yun Beast Dan.
After not waiting long, seeing that the elixir was almost ready, Bian Daoqing stood up again and strode to the elixir furnace with difficulty.
Just like before, pills flew out of the pill furnace one by one, and under his control flew to the tray and were automatically placed.
Before walking back, he looked at Shen Yi and said, "Here, it's for you."
Seeing this, Shen Yi hurriedly walked over and opened his mouth. Bian Daoqing threw the elixir in. There was smoke on the surface of the Yun Beast elixir, and it was hot and fresh.
Bian Daoqing raised his hand and clenched his fist, as if he was feeling his current strength. Finally, the layers of wrinkled flesh on his face trembled rapidly. He was smiling, but his smile was very bitter.
"It's earlier than I thought. Cracks are beginning to appear on the altar. I hope I can die during the day instead of at night."
After saying that, he shook his head and walked towards the bamboo chair with his hands behind his back.
As he walked, he continued to say: "When I was young, I always felt that I still had a lot of time. Every day passed so slowly... Sigh~ Now that I think about it, time flies by so fast... Tsk, tsk, if I had known I wouldn't You should promise that old guy named Wu, this guy died more than ten years earlier than me, really..."
"I really should have gone to Cangzhou and married his mother's four or five wives and concubines in Xichong. At least I would have someone to keep me company when I grow old, so I won't be lonely and helpless now."
"It's too late to regret now!"
"Let's make another furnace..."
Finally seeing Bian Daoqing become diligent, he turned around and threw the materials needed for the next batch of elixirs into the elixir furnace before he lay back on the bamboo chair.
This time he lay down on the bamboo chair with great force, causing the bamboo chair to shake rapidly and make a creaking sound.
He closed his eyes with a tired face. Just when Shen Yi was about to leave, two outer disciples came from outside and came to the shelf where the tray was placed to take a look. The next moment, both of them frowned.
One of them turned back and glanced at Bian Daoqing, who was lying on the bamboo chair, and quickly turned back and whispered something.
Shen Yi's ears moved, and he heard clearly the content of the conversation between the two.
It's just that the elixirs that Bian Daoqing refined today are too few, and they are not enough for the consumption of the Shitang.
Although Bian Daoqing is an expatriate of the Qingyuan Sect and does not fully belong to the Qingyuan Sect, his status is not low. In some respects, he is no different from those at the peak master level, and his rights are naturally not small.
If he was angered, he could whip his disciple to death with a whip.
After complaining quietly, the two outer disciples hurriedly carried the trays and were about to go out. But as soon as they took their front feet, Bian Daoqing, who had his eyes closed, suddenly called out to them.
"stop!"
The two of them trembled, thinking that the other party had heard what they just said. They turned their heads over with frightened faces and said in a trembling voice: "Elder Bian, this disciple didn't mean it..."
Before they finished speaking, they were interrupted by Bian Daoqing.
"Someone, go to the yard behind and help me get a cup of tea."
Upon hearing this, both of them felt relieved, but soon became nervous again.
In the decades since Bian Daoqing came to Qingyuan Sect, quite a few disciples have died at his hands. Looking at it now, they are all about to die. Who knows what methods he will use to torture himself.
So the two disciples looked at each other, both wanting the other to pour tea for Bian Daoqing, but before they could make a decision, Bian Daoqing said again, "Hurry up, don't keep me waiting!"
"Cough cough cough... uh cough cough cough... cough, huh..."
After saying that, he coughed several times. Before one of the two disciples could react, he was pushed back by the other disciple. When he came to his senses, the other disciple who came with him had already disappeared. The ground ran away.
For a moment, the disciple was about to cry, so he could only put the tray back to its original position and walk to the courtyard behind the alchemy hall.
At this time, Shen Yi was already walking towards the door, but when he passed by Bian Daoqing, he heard his voice and stopped.
"It's a little early to go back today."
Shen Yi looked at him and nodded, but Bian Daoqing closed his eyes and didn't know whether he could see or not.
"Go back, go back."
Bian Daoqing raised his hand and waved it, but did not open his eyes. But seeing his action, Shen Yi hesitated. Lao Deng's situation has worsened in recent days. Although what the other party said was nice, Shen Yi didn't I'm sure how long he can live.
After all, his Life God is only a mid-level D-level one. Contracting a Life God of this level means that for the Master, it is almost like he has no chance of knowing the level in this life.
However, Bian Daoqing forced himself to practice to the level of knowledge, and the price he paid was very high.
Although a strong person with knowledge level can live for at least one hundred and fifty years, the life of the master and the god of life are intertwined, but few spiritualists can live to their extreme age.
As for the reason, it is very simple. There are only two types. The first is that a high-level life god will definitely not be willing to stop at the current state. People will go to higher places.
As for the second type, the level of the God of Life determines how far the Master can go in this training path. Once the master reaches the extreme level of cultivation, the God of Life will be unable to withstand the epidemic before they die of old age.
The result can only be to lose one's soul.
Bian Daoqing doesn't seem to be even sixty years old now. To be able to survive until now, he has done his best to survive.
Maybe, if Shen Yi comes over tomorrow, the alchemist will be someone else.
To other contracted beasts, plague energy is an outright poison, but to Shen Yi, plague energy is a tonic. From a visual point of view, it does not look like a negative energy.
It is not difficult to help him share the epidemic, but the problem is...
Just when Shen Yi hesitated, the disciple who had entered the courtyard behind came back, holding a cup of tea in his hand and came to Bian Daoqing's side.
I don’t know if he was too nervous. Bian Daoqing opened his eyes and just raised his hand to take it. The hands of the disciple holding the tea started to tremble. Suddenly, there was a "click" and the teacup fell to the ground. Into pieces.
The scalding tea made the disciple's hands turn red. Bian Daoqing was also stunned and frowned.
"Can't you do this well?"
The disciple quickly knelt down and said, "Elder Bian...I..."
"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you hurry up and make me another drink?"
"Yes Yes Yes!"
The disciple quickly stood up, turned around and trotted towards the courtyard.
Shen Yi took a look, walked around the screen and walked outside.
And Bian Daoqing took a deep breath. As he got older, he saw things more clearly. He knew that he wouldn't live long now, and did others feel that his majesty as an alchemist was gone?
Licking his dry mouth, he felt an inexplicable anger rising up. Although he suppressed it in time, his skin turned into deep red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then from deep red to dark red. Slowly darken!
"Uh..." He immediately noticed something strange and wanted to say something, but only a hoarse hum came out of his throat.
He wanted to stand up, but his body seemed to be losing control of himself. He could lift his arms at first, but soon they dropped and he could only lift his fingers.
There was a squeezing feeling, but nothing could be seen. It was a squeezing feeling from his consciousness. His body was squeezing his consciousness out!
Bian Daoqing struggled and accidentally fell off the bamboo chair and lay on the ground. He could only make small movements.
At the same time, the soft flame at the base of the alchemy furnace also became unstable and began to beat wildly. After a while, the thin smoke rising from the top of the alchemy furnace turned from white to black!
The outer disciples who entered the courtyard and made tea again and brought it in saw Bian Daoqing who was on the ground at some point, and were stunned and at a loss for words.
"Elder Bian...you...what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
He stepped forward and helped him up, even if he didn't help him. He was also familiar with the situation of losing his soul, but without any experience, he didn't know how to deal with it.
And the sounds coming out of his mouth quickly attracted Shen Yi's attention.
"What's wrong?" He turned around and glanced behind him, then walked forward in confusion. After he avoided the screen and saw what was going on, his mouth opened slightly.
If Shen Yi were human now, his brows would have been furrowed now.
He could help others share the epidemic, but what made him hesitate was that he had never heard of a contracted beast like himself in this world!
It's as if everyone in the world has a strange disease, but I am a special being who can help others cure this disease. If this situation is discovered by others, shouldn't it be taken away for biopsy?
Shen Yi felt very good about Bian Daoqing, an old man, and he really didn't want to see him die.
But if you want to help him, you have to take risks. But how to effectively avoid risks?
Shen Yi couldn't think of a better way.
And the way he first thought of to avoid risks was to rely on the rarity of Grade A contract beasts.
After all, many people don't know him, a Western dragon. He is listed as a new Grade A contract beast. There are too few Grade A contract beasts. In the emptiness of the beast spirit world or in this material world, he has seen only Grade A contract beasts. There is only one super contract beast.
Grade A contract beasts are so rare, is it possible that there is a contract beast that can help others share the epidemic, but sharing the epidemic itself will also pay a price?
This is why Shen Yi asked the old witch how to write the word "A" in this world.
But this is not reliable!
The old witch has a contractual relationship with herself. Although this contract is a trap for Shen Yi, it has to be said that the existence of this contract gives both parties a foundation of trust, but it is different for others. They share the burden for others. Regardless of whether there is a price to pay for the epidemic, letting people know about it is not a good thing after all.
Generally speaking, it depends on the other person’s character.
But Bian Daoqing was far from being able to know people, faces and hearts to Shen Yi.
After a few breaths, Bian Daoqing's body twitched violently while he was lying on the ground. He didn't know where he got the strength. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the ankle of the outer disciple in front of him, opened his mouth and let out a hoarse voice: "Quick! Go quickly. …”
"Elder Bian...what am I going to do?"
"Soothing Pill! I...I want the Soothing Pill! Hurry...go get it for me!"
In a panic, the disciple could only put down his tea cup temporarily and look for the so-called Soothing Pill, but how did he know what the Soothing Pill was? Even if he knew about the Anshen Pill, he didn't know where it was placed by Bian Daoqing, so he became at a loss after taking a step.
Shen Yi struggled for a moment, gritted his teeth, and touched his senses to Bian Daoqing to connect with him!
"Mad! You old man, I bet you are a good person today. You better not let me down!"
The moment Shen Yi connected with the other person's consciousness, Shen Yi immediately drilled into his body. Of course, Shen Yi couldn't get in without the consent of the other person's consciousness. This was just to arouse his ideas. .
Sure enough, after feeling something strange coming from the altar, Bian Daoqing immediately realized something and looked at Shen Yi suddenly, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, as if he had grasped the only life-saving straw!
But instead of calling Shen Yi first, he stopped the disciple.
"...Uh...ah! Stop!"
"What's wrong, Elder Bian? Where did you put the Soothing Pill?"
"Get out!"
Bian Daoqing stood up with difficulty and shouted angrily. After saying this, he lay straight on the ground.
(End of chapter)
