"Can this thing be diluted?" Yu Wuwei asked inconspicuously.
"Yes!" Tieguai Li nodded as a matter of course and said, "This anti-aging pill is called an elixir, but it's actually just a pill. It's different from the real elixir that Daozu refined with the Eight Trigrams Furnace. All pills can be diluted! Doesn't the Immortal know this?"
"Ahem!" Yu Wuwei coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment and replied, "This immortal has traveled the heavens for millions of years and has no injuries, so naturally I don't need to take any elixirs or pills. I didn't know you little gods could actually research such things!"
"Oh! I see." Tieguai Li did not doubt anything. After all, the person in front of him was someone that even he could not see through.
"Diluting the pills is very simple. Just crush them, separate them, mix them with syrup or honey, and then roll them into pills!"
Yu Wuwei nodded, sighed, and then spoke in a tone full of vicissitudes of life: "It's been a million years since I last appeared in the world. You little immortals really know how to have fun! Well, considering that you little immortals have broadened my horizons, I'll take it!"
Tieguai Li was extremely delighted when he heard this. When Yu Wuwei had just said that this thing was of no use to him, he had thought that this immortal would not accept it! Would he really have to take out his own immortal weapon then?
Unexpectedly, the immortal finally agreed. How could he not be surprised? He immediately presented the pill bottle respectfully.
Yu Wuwei took the Rejuvenating Pill, then turned his head to look at Han Zhongli, whom he had to look at even though he thought it was an eyesore. He said nothing, but one could tell from his expression that what he meant was, "Big Brother has delivered the goods, where are yours?"
Han Zhongli didn't have much either. After searching for a while, he finally pulled out a fairy stone. He then said, "My lord! I have nothing else on me except this fairy stone. Is this okay with you, lord?"
As soon as he saw the magic stone, Yu Wuwei suddenly had an idea and his eyes lit up.
That's right! Isn't this what I'm short of? These immortal stones are money!
Looking at the fairy stone in front of him, Yu Wuwei recalled the last time he pierced a hole in the fairy stone. At that time, the owner of the jewelry store said that he would spend five million to buy it.
At that time, Yu Wuwei thought that if each of the three members of the family could get one, he would have none left if he sold one, so he did not sell it.
Now, wouldn't this immortal stone just solve my urgent needs?
Five million! With the current scale of his restaurant's business, it will take at least two to three years to make enough money!
Anyway, his family already has it, so it’s useless for him to have too much of this thing. Its value to him now is money. He is in urgent need of money. Isn’t it like someone giving him a pillow when he is dozing off?
Because of this magic stone, Yu Wuwei felt that Han Zhongli's eye-catching image was much more pleasing to the eye.
Although he was excited inside, he didn't show it on his face. He said, "This immortal stone is not bad. The God of Food gave me a few a while ago. It made me miss the time when I used to play with it as a bumper ball. Okay, this is it. Give it to me and you can leave!"
Han Zhongli breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and hurriedly handed over the immortal stone respectfully.
Although this thing is rare in the eyes of ordinary gods, it is not a rare thing for the Eight Immortals.
Yu Wuwei took it, and with a thought, he put it and the Rejuvenating Pill into his Qiankun bag. Then he waved his hand and said, "Okay, you can go now. Welcome to come again next time."
Upon hearing this, the Sixth of the Eight Immortals immediately bowed and then walked out one by one.
As soon as he left the house, Tieguai Li raised his cane and rushed towards Zhang Guolao, beating him and cursing, "You idiot riding a donkey, why didn't you tell me earlier that you have to pay for eating here? You made me throw away important research results! Damn you, you idiot who is cheating on the immortals..."
Zhang Guolao knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't dare to fight back and just ran away.
Tieguai Li was so angry, it was not because he felt bad about the pill, but because his secret was leaked out.
The Medicine King spent a hundred years researching and ended up with a useless semi-finished product. He felt ashamed.
Moreover, he had some selfish motives in doing this. Although other gods might not be able to see it, it did not prevent him from feeling ashamed and annoyed in his heart. After all, it was not nice to say that the purpose of researching the hundred-year-old pill was to pick up girls.
Han Zhongli also raised his palm-leaf fan and slapped him, his mouth not idle: "That's right, you idiot! Luckily I brought a fairy stone today, otherwise I would have lost my life magic weapon too."
Thinking of this, Tieguai Li became even angrier. He almost lost his life-saving magic weapon, and none of the four guys reminded him in advance.
"And you guys, he's a complete idiot who can't walk when he sees food, are you guys the same? He can't remember, so why don't you remind us?"
"Right!" Han Zhongli echoed, "Especially you, Han Xiangzi. After all, I'm your master's grandfather. How could you betray your master like this?"
The quarrel between several gods shocked all the gods (and people) in the restaurant.
The God of Cookery had the most exaggerated reaction, his jaw almost dropped to the ground, and then he rubbed his eyes vigorously.
Oh my god, am I dreaming? Are these people who are so unruly and start fighting at the slightest disagreement the Eight Immortals? Are these still the Eight Immortals who are usually respected in their minds?
Is it because I opened it the wrong way?
The God of Cookery felt that this world was very mysterious, especially after coming to the Shangxian restaurant.
The little ancestors who usually take pleasure in bullying the lower-level gods all day long are now sitting obediently on chairs in the restaurant watching cartoons, while the opponents who usually are incompatible with each other sit together, talking and laughing, and feeding each other snacks.
The Eight Immortals, who are usually kind and respectable to others, actually started fighting like naughty kids at the slightest disagreement, completely disregarding their image and being as naughty as can be.
Yu Wuwei also felt that these Eight Immortals were different from the ones in earthly myths and legends. They were simply a bunch of funny people!
The naughty kids murmured:
"See? They're not much better than us! We haven't been fighting these days!"
"Yeah! That's right! Mom and Dad always say we're naughty and won't take us to the Peach Festival. I think those who go to the Peach Festival are not as good as us!"
"That's right! Mom and Dad always say that children who fight are not good, and they still fight, they are not good gods!"
"Yeah! Not only do they fight, they also curse the gods! We are much better than them!"
…
The God of Cookery felt that what he saw and heard today overturned his cognition, so he immediately said goodbye and went to reassemble his shattered worldview.
At this moment he wants Jingjing, don't ask him who Jingjing is!
By three o'clock, Yu Wuwei had driven the naughty kids out, and then he practiced while waiting to return to the mortal world.
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