After leaving the Xueyi Building, Zhao Qing picked up his wife. At this moment, she had already cut the cloth and satin.
At this time, Zhao Qing still had seven spiritual stones and some mortal yellow and white left on his body. He thought for a moment, wrapped the wooden box in cloth, and let Wang Shuyue hold it in his arms.
No one who looked at it would have imagined that a mortal woman was holding a spiritual herb as large as ten spiritual stones in her arms.
Wang Shuyue also took off the talisman from her clothes early and handed it back to her husband.
Zhao Qing was full of emotions. Although Shuyue was not a monk, she was thoughtful and flexible, and could be considered a good wife. When she got a little richer, she would have to buy her an amulet.
"White peony root, ephedra, sodium salt, wolfberry, angelica, one pound each." He said to his wife, and then pointed to the medicine shop in front of him. Wang Shuyue understood the idea, nodded and walked in quickly...
They went around in circles, and after half an hour, they had bought all the medicinal herbs. In order to confuse the audience, he also bought a lot of medicinal materials that were not part of the prescription.
Such as wolfberry, dogwood, deer antlers, tiger penis, etc. All the materials are divided into multiple purchases by multiple people, so there will be no mistakes.
It cost a lot to purchase these things, leaving three spiritual stones.
Zhao Qing is already carrying a heavy burden in his hands, but he doesn't have an alchemy furnace yet.
Even among the stalls in Dongfang, the cheapest alchemy furnace costs more than twenty spirit stones, which is beyond what his family can afford.
The storage bag was affordable, but it always felt like a waste of spiritual stones. Since he didn't have much money, Zhao Qing still chose to spend the money wisely.
In desperation, he had to buy three casseroles and use one for the time being, and then buy a pill stove when he had money.
Then he spent two spirit stones on a street stall in Dongfang and bought Wang Shuyue a book of exercises.
It is an introductory technique for ordinary people to train their body. It can be practiced up to the innate state. If you can sense the spiritual energy, you can follow the natural path to refine the energy.
If you can't sense it... then it's a problem with your spiritual roots.
Outside the city, a temporarily hired donkey cart contained large and small baggage as well as various kitchen utensils and some fruits. A middle-aged man and a young and beautiful girl sat on the cart and returned to the vicinity of Shouyun Mountain.
The old man driving the car smiled and chatted: "Brother, would you like to send your daughter to the Immortal Ascension Conference?"
"It doesn't start until half a month, right? I remember it was around Qingming Festival in previous years."
Wang Shuyue's pretty face instantly turned into a burning cloud, and her originally white and tender earlobes were now as red as purple as if they had been frostbitten.
"Ahem." Zhao Qing coughed twice and responded: "Yeah, I don't know if I can join the Immortal Sect."
In the common world, the Danxia Sect's annual recruitment ceremony for disciples is called the Immortal Ascension Conference.
Once you are accepted by the Immortal Sect, you will never be the difference between immortals and mortals, and you will have an infinitely bright future.
And Zhao Qing became a handyman disciple through the Immortal Ascension Conference...
"It seems that I am very confident, and I have brought so much luggage." The old man continued to sigh.
Zhao Qing: "???"
Who are you calling brother? So rude!
Seeing that the father and daughter did not continue to speak, the old man realized that he might have said something he shouldn't have said, and the whole journey was silent.
Zhao Qing did not go back through the mountain gate, but chose to take a detour near Shouyun Mountain and go directly to the door of his home, the courtyard with the last name of D.
Now think about it, it's not bad to be a handyman disciple. I do some work every day, take care of food and housing, and don't have to pay rent. Isn't it wonderful?
Although he no longer had the three Qi Gathering Pills every month... he didn't really care.
After all, you can't be too greedy.
The sect was kind enough to provide me with a job, not only food and accommodation, but also a salary?
…
Those who heard it cried.
After locking the courtyard door with their backhands, the two began to pack up the various items they purchased.
"Why did you buy these medicinal materials?" Wang Shuyue had been confused all day, and only now did she ask.
Zhao Qing thought for a while and replied: "Now I am not alone. The days will be long in the future, and I will always have to find some ways to make a living. I want to try to refine some qi-tonifying medicinal diet. If it is effective, it will be easier to sell in the future."
He scratched his beloved wife's nose with his fingers, causing a soft ringing of silver bells.
After a moment of tenderness, Zhao Qing changed into the robe of a handyman disciple, went to the kitchen to fetch food, and handed over today's portion of firewood.
Wang Shuyue stayed at home to clean up the room. In addition to using the west house as a kitchen, she also had to clean up a quiet room for her husband to meditate and practice.
Huozaofang.
"Why are you here so late? Everyone has eaten. I have some leftovers for you, two portions of porridge."
The female cultivator who was preparing food casually greeted Zhao Qing while she was busy.
Zhao Qing responded with a smile to the other party's words. This was his old colleague. He had also worked in the kitchen and understood that the other party would not really give him leftovers.
After half a stick of incense, Zhao Qing left Huozaofang happily with the food in hand.
Two portions of porridge, three kinds of vegetables, and a small pot of koji wine brewed by Linggu, which is about two taels.
Grain wine is prepared in the kitchen for the deacon disciples of the outer sect. In order to avoid making mistakes, they will make more every time. Occasionally, some senior brothers will not like this kind of miscellaneous wine, so they will take advantage of the handymen of Huozaofang.
Zhao Qing returned home quickly with brisk steps.
After a simple meal and drink, Wang Shuyue was so drunk that she lay down on the couch with her pretty face slightly red and drunk.
Quiet room.
Zhao Qing made a simple stove in the corner and placed the casserole on it.
Then they began to grind various herbs, weigh them, and make some preparations.
The focus of alchemy lies in the ratio of elixirs and the quality of the spiritual energy. The difficulty lies in the control of the fire and the timing of the intervention of the spiritual energy into the furnace.
The monarch medicine is the main one, the minister medicine is the auxiliary, and the medicine is used for mediation, and the adjuvant medicine is the last to be put into the furnace to make the elixir.
All of these require precise control of spiritual energy, as well as a thorough understanding of the properties of various medicinal materials in order to be able to refine a batch of elixirs.
After sorting out the important and difficult points, Zhao Qing was ready to put it into practice.
In fact, after he became a junior alchemist, he had accurately mastered the various refining techniques of the Qi Gathering Pill, and it was rare to control spiritual energy.
To put it simply...
Brain: Simple, I understand.
Hand: What bullshit are you talking about?
As a novice, Zhao Qing only used the amount of one Qi Gathering Pill to avoid wasting too much. After all, now is not the time to pursue efficiency.
Half an hour later, he was sweating profusely, the fire was beating in front of his eyes, and there was a pool of black mucus in the casserole, which was not in the shape of an elixir at all.
Unsurprisingly it failed.
At this moment, the spiritual energy in Zhao Qing's body has been reduced by 30%. If he does not meditate to recover, he can try two more times.
He meditated for a moment, then picked up the casserole and drained away the mucus in it. He suddenly felt a surge of spiritual energy all over his body, as if there were small insects swimming in his meridians, and it was strange to feel itchy.
As an alchemist, he clearly knew which step he had made a mistake in. In the final analysis, it was still a matter of spiritual energy control.
I was a little anxious when I put the medicine into the furnace, and the spiritual energy was not stable, but part of the medicine's effect was still retained, and it was not a waste if I took it myself.
After a short rest, Zhao Qing regained his strength and once again battled wits and courage with Casserole.
…
midnight.
With a loud "bang", Zhao Qing, whose face was black with coal, stared at the broken casserole in front of him and fell into deep thought. Could it be that the quality of the casserole was not good?
However, half a pound of Spirit Devouring Grass is equivalent to twenty-six doses of Qi Gathering Pill, which is enough for him to work on for a long time.
He got up, washed his face and refreshed himself, comforted his wife, and then meditated to regain his energy and continue fighting.
Finally... in the early morning, as the last trace of spiritual energy in his body was exhausted.
A muffled sound of "dong" came, and the elixir fell out of the furnace.
Following this, a familiar panel appeared in front of him again.
[Proficiency in Qi Gathering Pills: A First Look at the Doors·Entering the Hall (1/10)]
Zhao Qing glanced at it and eagerly opened the lid of the casserole. A round pill lay quietly in it, with a weak spiritual energy surging on it.
Dan is done!
