Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy Chapter 224

  Chapter 224 Bipolar Dan

   After a long time.

  The young broker leading the way suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

  He pointed to a shop not far away and said:

   "Senior, that's the shop!"

   Heard the words.

  Cheng Buzheng looked in the direction of his finger.

  I saw a store with a plaque "Qiaodan Pavilion" hanging on the forehead. It looked quite simple and plain, and compared with the luxurious shops on both sides, it seemed a little shabby.

   Immediately.

  The young broker made a gesture of invitation, and said:

   "Senior, this way please!"

   Then the two walked towards the shop one after the other.

  Suddenly.

  A golden fox-like spirit beast rushed towards Cheng Buzheng.

   See here.

  Cheng Buzheng grabbed the golden raccoon by the neck.

  The golden raccoon kept struggling in the air with its limbs and whimpering, but Cheng Buzheng held it firmly in his hand.

   "Fellow Daoist accidentally injured the old woman's baby!"

  An old voice came from the counter in the shop.

   Cheng Buzheng followed the prestige, and saw an old woman who looked like she was over sixty years old, with anxious eyes, and shouted at Cheng Buzheng.

   See here.

  Cheng Buzheng is unwilling to offend the owner of the shop here, after all, he still has something to ask for.

   Then put the golden raccoon on the ground.

  The golden raccoon seemed to be frightened, and turned into a golden streamer, rushing towards the old woman's embrace.

   Entering the shop, Cheng Buzheng subconsciously looked at it.

  I saw that in the shop of Qiaodan Pavilion, the furnishings were quite monotonous. There were bottles of pills on the three sides of the goods, most of which were first-order panacea, and almost all second-order panacea were 'bipolar pills'.

   See here.

  Cheng Buzheng also understood that these were probably the pills returned by customers, so it was no wonder that there were so many 'bipolar pills'.

   After all, the elixir of intensive cultivation is a hot-selling panacea, even in Zhenhai City.

  After looking around, Cheng Buzheng looked into the counter again.

The old woman, who seemed to be over sixty years old, was hugging a golden raccoon, and was comforting it intimately. Her skinny palms kept going back and forth to comb the golden and soft hair of the golden raccoon, and her cloudy eyes were filled with Doting look.

  The golden light raccoon is quite a clever monster, but this one doesn't look very smart.

  At the same time, Cheng Buzheng also knew that the old woman in front of him was a foundation-building monk.

  Less pour.

  The old woman at the counter raised her head to look at the boy and Cheng Buzheng.

   Immediately, after noticing the logo on the sleeve of the young man, the old woman turned her gaze to Cheng Buzheng. At this time, she was no longer anxious, and said lightly:

   "Fellow Daoist, if you want to withdraw the Bipolar Pill, it's okay, you can only get the price of the first-order spirit pill!"

   "I believe fellow daoists should have inquired about it too!

  Other than this shop, the old woman has no more Lingshi left. "

  After speaking, the old woman teased the golden raccoon in her arms again.

   As for these monks who came to retreat, she has met them not once or twice, and she doesn't want to waste any more words.

  Most of the monks vented their anger with cold eyes and eyebrows, and calmly asked to withdraw the alchemy.

   She is unwilling to pay more attention to this.

   See here.

   After Cheng Buzheng confirmed that this shop was the one that sold Biji Pills, he did not reply immediately but took out the spirit stone, handed it to the young broker and sent him away.

  Wait until the young broker leaves.

  Cheng Buzheng glanced at the old woman at the counter and said:

   "Fellow Daoist misunderstood, I didn't come here to withdraw the alchemy!"

   Heard the words.

"Oh!"

  The old woman raised her wrinkled face and said with some doubts:

   "The fellow Taoist came here, what is the so-called?"

   Cheng Buzheng heard the old woman's doubtful tone, and smiled:

   "Fellow Daoist, I'm here for the prescription of Bipolar Pill."

   After all, the only way to find the prescription of Bipolar Pill at this time is to rely on this old woman, and this is the only monk he can find contact with.

  Hearing this, the old woman's old face showed displeasure and said:

   "Are you making fun of the old woman?"

   "Which guy would have run away long ago, otherwise why would the old woman be reduced to today."

   Immediately, the old woman changed the subject and said sarcastically:

   "If fellow daoists want bipolar pills, how about selling all these pills to fellow daoists cheaply?"

   "Why bother in vain, looking for pills and refining bipolar pills!"

   About this.

  The old woman was not surprised by Cheng Buzheng's intention to come.

  After all, the monk who came here and wanted to inquire about the whereabouts of the alchemy was not a monk from Cheng Buzheng, but also many alchemists who came here to inquire. After all, this alchemy was completely perfected.

  The profits of this can be imagined, and the main elixir of this elixir does not need elixir, only a small amount of elixir can be refined.

  If there are enough monsters and desolate beasts, they will be able to continuously refine pills.

   It can be seen that this alchemy formula is very attractive to an alchemist.

   Which makes sense. The old woman is also well aware.

   Cheng Buzheng was not surprised by the old woman's answer. He also knew the preciousness and rarity of this elixir recipe.

   Immediately.

  Cheng Buzheng was calm and composed, smiled slightly, looked at the golden raccoon instead, and said:

   "This golden raccoon is really valued by fellow Taoists!"

  He has something to say.

   Heard the words.

  The old woman at the counter paused while stroking the golden raccoon, and said in a cold tone:

   "Fellow Daoist, if you have anything to say, you can say it directly."

   Regarding the old woman's response, Cheng Buzheng had expected it, and then said lightly:

   "Since you have said so, Fellow Daoist, I won't be fooling you."

   "The soul in this golden raccoon is probably no longer the original owner!"

  As early as the moment Cheng Buzheng grabbed the golden raccoon, he sensed the incongruity between the demon soul in the golden raccoon and its body.

   plus before.

  He learned from the broker boy that the owner of the shop here in the early years, his grandson who was in a daze had died in the early years.

  The golden light raccoon appeared not long after his grandson died.

  The golden raccoon itself is a relatively intelligent spirit beast, completely different from this stupid golden raccoon.

  And the wisdom of the first-level top-grade golden light raccoon is definitely much smarter than the same first-level monsters, almost equal to the second-level monsters, and also equivalent to the mind of human urchins.

  The golden raccoon in front of him is intelligent. Judging from its intelligence level, it is not much different from that of a baby. It only has instinct, and it has the reputation of a spiritual and intelligent monster.

   Moreover, the higher the strength of the golden raccoon, the more intelligent and agile it appears.

  But the golden raccoon completely violated common sense.

  So, after he noticed something was wrong, he connected the clues together.

  A truth beyond his imagination emerged in his mind;

   "The spirit in this golden raccoon has already been replaced by the spirit of his grandson by the old woman in front of him."

  The old woman took advantage of the golden raccoon's natural talent of intelligence, in order to completely enlighten her grandson's wisdom and get rid of the state of obsession, so she seized this spirit beast.

certainly.

   The help of the old woman in front of me must be indispensable here.

   Otherwise, it is not certain who will win the home!

  That's why, at the moment Cheng Buzheng caught the golden raccoon, she panicked and hurriedly stopped it, for fear that she would hurt the golden raccoon.

  When the old woman appeases the golden raccoon, this is the look of pampering.

   Otherwise, she wouldn't need to be so worried about a mere spirit beast, precisely because this golden raccoon is her grandson.

  Although he wanted to understand a little bit, there were still some problems that he hadn't figured out.

  In the blink of an eye, Cheng Buzheng flashed many clues, connecting them one by one.

   Immediately.

  Cheng Buzheng looked at the old woman with a gloomy face and smiled.

  He didn't pay any attention to this, and then said lightly:

   "Fellow Daoist, I don't have any malicious intentions, I just came here for that pill formula."

   "Fellow Daoists, please complete."

   Then, Cheng Buzheng looked at the old woman at the counter with a calm expression.

   Heard the words.

  The old woman took a calm look at Cheng Buzheng, and then her expression returned to calm. While stroking the golden raccoon, she said lightly:

   "Even if you know this is my grandson, so what?"

   Immediately, the old woman changed the subject of the conversation with a half-smile, glanced at Cheng Buzheng and said:

   "In that case, I will give you a chance."

   Cheng Buzheng frowned and said:

"what chance?"

  He knew that the old woman in front of him would never give in so easily, even if she had some scruples about breaking the matter, she would not give in easily.

   But it's also good news, at least talk!

  The old woman at the counter said with a blank expression:

   "Master Ming, who made the Bipolar Pill, did trade the pill recipe to the old man, but if you want to get that pill recipe, unless you trade it with a third-order soul-nourishing pill, there is no other way."

   "The opportunity has been given to you, after you have this panacea, come to trade again!"

  After the old woman finished speaking, she ignored Cheng Buzheng and fondled the golden raccoon in her arms.

  Cheng Buzheng saw that the old woman was trying to chase her away, but he didn't show any disappointment and didn't leave. Instead, he showed a calm smile and said:

   "Fellow Daoist, why are you in such a hurry to drive people away!"

   Heard the words.

  The old woman at the counter did not respond, and was still teasing her grandson.

   See here.

  Cheng Buzheng said calmly:

   "Fellow Daoist, please look!"

   As he spoke, he wiped the storage bag at his waist, and poured out a panacea from a long-necked jade bottle.

  This is exactly the soul nourishing pill, which not only heals the injuries of the soul, but also warms the soul.

  Originally, he got two pills, and gave one to Fairy Qingwu. Even though Fairy Qingwu suffered such severe spiritual injuries, Cheng Buzheng only kept one pill.

  The only thing left was a soul-nourishing pill, which he kept for himself in case he was injured by his spiritual consciousness in the future.

  At this time, Cheng Buzheng took out the soul nourishing pill, feeling extremely reluctant.

  He secretly hated himself for being dazzled by beauty, and left behind a valuable soul nourishing pill, and his usual caution was eaten up by dogs.

   Just when Cheng Buzheng secretly warned himself.

  After hearing this, the old woman at the counter looked at Cheng Buzheng's palm, and saw a blue elixir glowing slightly.

  The old woman at the counter frowned and said with an unswerving expression:

   "Fellow Daoist, why bother with your old body, this pill is nothing more than a second-order panacea for nourishing the soul!"

   "Although this pill of nourishing the soul is beneficial to the old grandson, it cannot activate the mind at all."

   "If you want to use this elixir to exchange for the elixir formula of Bipolar Pill, you don't even have to think about it."

  When the old woman finished speaking, her tone was extremely firm.

   See here.

  Cheng does not argue but is happy instead of angry.

  He suppressed the joy in his heart, and said calmly:

   "Fellow Daoist, let me add another message!"

   Heard the words.

  The old woman at the counter said with a blank expression:

   "No matter what the news is, it won't work. You can only exchange it with third-level soul-raising medicine."

  Cheng Buzheng said very calmly:

   "What if I exchanged the whereabouts of Master Ming who made Bipolar Pill!"

  The old woman at the counter said lightly:

   "Then you can find him to change it yourself, why bother to find the old man!"

   The voice just fell.

  A sound transmission sounded from her ear:

   "Isn't this far away in the sky and close in front of you?"

  Cheng Buzheng's voice was quiet, but his tone was extremely positive.

  Hearing this, the old woman calmly said:

   "Fellow Daoist, don't be joking, how could I be that alchemist!"

   See here.

   Cheng Buzheng was no accident. The old woman denied it categorically. This was all in his expectation. Then he waved his sleeve, and the door closed automatically without wind.

  The old woman did not stop Cheng Buzheng from moving.

   Then, after Cheng Buzheng organized his speech, he said slowly:

   "Since fellow daoist is unwilling to admit it, I can only explain my guess to fellow daoist in detail!"

"Oh?"

  The old woman said coldly:

   "The old body wants to know how you arranged it on the old body."

   Cheng Buzheng glanced at the old woman indifferently, then said slowly:

   "First, the grandson of Fellow Daoist should have just taken it, a first-level soul-cultivating panacea!"

   "And it's not the first time I've taken it, it should have lasted for a long time, at least three years or more."

   "Secondly, Fellow Daoist should also be an alchemist!"

   "Its level is not lower than the second-level low-grade alchemist, fellow Taoist, I am right!"

   See here.

  The old woman was still a little unwilling, and calmly said:

   "Fellow Daoist, I'm afraid this is your guess!"

  Cheng Buzheng nodded and smiled:

   "From the moment your grandson pounced on me, I noticed that there was a deep breath in this golden raccoon, similar to a soul nourishing pill, and it was so strong to the bone!"

   "It's definitely not just one time, taking this kind of elixir twice, it must be taken for a long time to produce such a vision!"

   "Just taking a pill of warming and nourishing the soul almost every day for these years, with the financial resources of a fellow daoist, it is simply unbearable!"

   "Only by refining bipolar pills that don't need to worry about raw materials, can you continuously refine bipolar pills and make a fortune to support your grandson's terrifying consumption!"

   "As for the fact that Fellow Daoist is an alchemist, after I entered the shop, I sensed the faint fragrance of alchemy from Fellow Daoist, and I had doubts in my heart."

   "But after all, Fellow Daoist opened a elixir shop, and I dare not make a decision lightly. It was only confirmed after verification, so as to connect the whole thing."

   As he spoke, Cheng Buzheng shook the soul-nourishing pill in his hand.

   See here.

  The old woman also knew how she was exposed.

  The Soul-Cultivating Pill held in the other party's hand looks exactly the same as the third-order elixir, Guhun Pill, and only an experienced alchemist can distinguish it from the surface.

   After understanding the reason here.

  She understood that she had made a common-sense mistake, which made the other party think of the ins and outs of the whole thing.

   Immediately.

  The old woman closed her eyes and meditated for a while, and stopped making weak arguments, and then said:

   "Fellow Daoist, what do you want?"

   "Is this going to be made public?"

  (end of this chapter)

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