"If he had that magical power, he could kill everyone on the pier, which would save trouble." The young man slapped the table and laughed, "Haha, he didn't even urinate and take a photo of himself. With him like that, I'm not afraid. Another one who only talks big words."
Ju Bu Zheng put the wine glass on the table with a little force. Others noticed that he was a little unhappy and immediately shut up.
Some wine spilled on his hand, Ju Bu Zheng wiped it off with a rag: "You guys, please calm down and don't talk about people all day long."
Everyone in the audience listened to what he said, and there was no one who refused to listen. They stopped talking about it, and the tavern suddenly became quieter.
Suddenly, at this moment, a young man ran in from outside the door.
Hearing the noise, everyone turned their heads to look.
Looking in the direction of the door, Fu Yunge held the door with one hand and slowly stepped into the threshold of the tavern with some sweat on his face.
When Ju Buzheng saw that it was him who had come for him, his face showed a slight smile.
It's cool in the pub. Fu Yunge shook his unbuttoned collar and walked towards Ju Buzheng.
"Uncle Ju, I want to discuss it with you again about the old temple."
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Far away from the green mountains, transcending vulgarity and ascending to the sky. Luanhe, water and clouds, in the shadow of hills and mountains, there is a wild path leading to a thatched cottage.
The curling green smoke merges with the chaotic mountain mist. The faint fragrance of herbs spreads far and near where the vision is unclear.
The pines were swaying in the wind, and bright dewdrops hung on the treetops surrounding the house. Bluebirds are perched on the roof of the thatched house, and the color of yellow mud is spread along the base of the wall under the grass stems.
The lingering fog covers the afternoon sky clouds, making people linger in it unconsciously. The days are as long as a small year, the quiet environment is like a fairy in the wild, and it suddenly feels like a dream after taking a nap.
It is backed by low hills, and the sound of the river is heard across the mountains. The water is like an ink painting, stretching farther away, with water birds flying across the clear river surface.
In a corner of the hut, a round-headed bronze tripod with a bucket pattern is emitting billowing white smoke. The copper under the tripod is dark red.
The firewood that is burning is not the usual dead branches. The grass stems dotted with purple stars were bundled into a bunch, and the same purple flames were burning at the front, making a low-tempered "chacha" sound.
The smoke all over the mountain comes from this small tripod. The high-hanging tripod ears have been soaked in water and turned into a smooth black color, and the patinated surface is also stained with a pleasant herbal fragrance.
There was no one watching around, and the smoke was allowed to slowly drift out of the hut and escape into the distant sky.
In the main hall, a familiar figure was studying a scripture at his desk. The high-rising table corners are coiled into the shape of flowing clouds, which is pleasing to the eye and exquisitely conceived.
Bai Wuque has been studying here for a long time. This medical classic was the master's favorite, and he was finally willing to let him read it on his own. The hardships during the process were clearly understood without words.
He looked at it very carefully and at the same time calculated the time for the elixir in the cauldron. Guessing that the time was coming, he took a broad-leaf herbal specimen, clamped the book pages, and walked towards the outside.
Suddenly, just as he stepped out the door, the medicine cauldron in the side room made a sharp "chichi" sound. At the same time, thick white smoke spurted out, as if burning with anger.
When Bai Wuque saw this, his face was suddenly startled. He quickly rushed to the medicine cauldron and took out two round stones from his pocket.
White smoke spreads in all directions, carrying the high temperature in the furnace, burning the skin and making it difficult to get close.
But it seemed that this was not the first time he encountered this situation. He immediately got down on his knees and rushed in with his waist bent. When he ran to the cauldron, he immediately mobilized his energy and put all the stones in his hands. He slowly opened his arms like an eagle guarding its young.
Suddenly, the vitality passed through the stones and turned into pale green energy, which faintly escaped.
The vitality seemed to be pulled, turning over in Bai Wuque's hands for a while. He quickly found the air dispersion hole of the medicine cauldron and poured it in against the billowing white smoke.
Not long after, under the protection of Bai Wuque, Yaoding, who had been irritable and restless just now, quickly returned to calm.
The white smoke slowly dissipated, and the body of the medicine cauldron was completely contaminated with water vapor and was being dried rapidly by the fire. The "firewood" below has almost burned out, and the remaining grass roots are burning a little.
After finally controlling the situation, Bai Wuque was not happy. Instead, he squatted on the ground in despair, his eyes fixed in trance.
This situation means that this time the refining of the medicine has failed again.
"You're just a little frustrated and you're dejected? This is completely different from what you said before."
Just when he was depressed, suddenly another person's voice came from behind him and outside the hut.
Bai Wuque lazily tilted his head, a little listless: "Who said I was downcast? I just took a rest. I read the medical textbook and found out what the problem is. I will definitely do it next time."
Hearing what he said, the man behind him suddenly sneered. He teased a squirrel on his shoulder and turned to go back to the house.
"With your level of cultivation, you can use the Stubborn Stone Skill once every three days at most. It will be too much for you to endure if you continue to overdraw."
When the man left, he only left him this sentence. Bai Wuque glanced at the two stones in his hand, and then curled his lips.
"Lu Shanling, this time, I will definitely impress you." He jumped up, patted the dust on his body, and walked towards the main hall.
"Call Master." The vague voice of the person just now came from another room.
Bai Wuque snorted and walked back to the desk where he was just now. The pages of the "Xuanhu Medical Code" on the table were still slightly deformed due to Bo Wuque's sweat.
He sat down and continued to read carefully.
He still doesn't believe that he can't succeed on his own this time.
