Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

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 looked a little shabby and downcast.

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.

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Cheng Buzheng grabbed the golden raccoon by the neck.

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

"Fellow Dao 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, shouting to Cheng Buzheng.

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

Then he put the golden raccoon on the ground.

The golden raccoon seemed to be terrified, and turned into a stream of golden light, rushing towards the old woman's embrace.

Entering the shop, Cheng Buzheng began to size up subconsciously.

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 store, most of which were first-order panacea, and almost all second-order panacea were 'bipolar pills'.

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Cheng Buzheng also understood that these were probably the pills returned by customers, so it was no wonder 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. The thin palms of her hands kept combing the golden and soft hair of the golden raccoon, and her cloudy eyes were full of tears. Doting look.

The golden 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 monk in the Foundation Establishment period.

Lean less.

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

Immediately, the old woman noticed the logo on the sleeve of the young man, and then turned her eyes to Cheng Buzheng. At this time, she was no longer anxious just now, 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!

Apart from this shop, the old woman has no more Lingshi left. "

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

As for these monks who came to withdraw their pills, she had met them not once or twice, and she didn't want to waste any more words.

Most of the monks vented their anger with cold eyes and eyebrows, and calmly asked for the pill to be withdrawn.

In this regard, she is unwilling to pay more attention to it.

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

After the young broker left.

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, smiled and said:

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

After all, if he wanted to find the prescription of Bipolar Pill at this time, he could only rely on this old woman, and this was the only monk he could 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 has already run away, 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 the pill formula and refining the bipolar pill!"

To 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, and many alchemists came here to inquire about it. After all, once 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.

It 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.

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!"

If 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:

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

Cheng Buzheng had expected the old woman's response, and then said calmly:

"Since fellow daoist, I've said so, I won't let you down."

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

As early as the moment Cheng Buzheng caught 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.

And the golden raccoon appeared not long after his grandson died.

The golden raccoon itself is a relatively intelligent spirit beast, not at all like this stupid golden raccoon.

And the wisdom of the top-rank golden raccoon is definitely much smarter than that of the same first-rank monster, almost equal to the second-rank monster, and also comparable to the mind of a human urchin.

As for the wisdom of the golden raccoon in front of him, its intelligence level is not much different from that of a baby, it only has instinct, and it is completely worthy of 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 this golden raccoon completely defies common sense.

Therefore, 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 long 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 inborn intelligence, in order to completely enlighten her grandson's wisdom and get rid of the state of obsession, so she took this spirit beast away.

certainly.

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

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

Therefore, 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 will reveal the pampering look.

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

Although he figured it out a little bit, there were still some problems he couldn't figure out.

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

immediately.

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

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 recipe."

"Fellow Daoist, 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 compromise 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 Bipolar Pill, indeed traded the pill to Laosang, but if you want to get that pill, you have no other way unless you trade it with a third-level spirit pill for nourishing the soul."

"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 nor did he leave. Instead, he showed a calm smile and said:

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

heard the words.

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

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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 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.

And the only thing left, a soul-nourishing pill, 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, and was extremely reluctant in his heart.

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 the dog.

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 elixir is nothing more than a second-order panacea for nourishing the soul!"

"Although this soul-nourishing pill is beneficial to the grandson of the old man, 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 need to think about it."

At the end of the old woman's speech, her tone was extremely firm.

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Cheng Buzheng is not angry but happy.

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 use the whereabouts of Master Ming, who made Bipolar Pill, in exchange for it!"

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 voice transmission sounded from her ear:

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

Although Cheng Buzheng's voice was light, his tone was extremely positive.

Hearing this, the old woman said calmly:

"Fellow Daoist, don't be joking, how could this old man be that alchemist!"

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Cheng Buzheng was not surprised. The old woman denied it categorically, and it 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 words, 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."

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

"First, the grandson of Fellow Daoist should have just taken it, the 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-rank low-grade alchemist, fellow daoist, I am right!"

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

"Friend 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 aura 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 one pill of warming and nourishing soul almost every day for these years, with the financial resources of fellow Taoists, it is simply unbearable!"

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

With that said, Cheng Buzheng shook the soul nourishing pill in his hand.

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The old woman also knew how she was exposed.

The Soul Cultivation Pill held in the other party's hand was almost identical to the third-order elixir, the Solid Soul Pill, and only an experienced alchemist could distinguish it from the surface.

After understanding the reason here.

She understood that she 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 pondered for a while, and stopped making weak arguments, and then said:

"Friend Daoist, what do you think?"

"Is this going to be made public?"

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