"What?"

Qin Gengyun was stunned. He had mentioned this last night while working, but Qiu Zhihe ignored him. He thought Qiu Zhihe didn't want to, so he didn't mention it again.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Zhihe took the initiative to talk about it at this time.

But Qiu Zhihe took out three spiritual herbs from somewhere and put them on the table.

"Blood-clotting grass?"

Qin Gengyun was surprised: "Fellow Daoist Qiu, you have cultivated three blood-clotting grasses in just one day?"

These three blood-clotting herbs are full of spiritual energy and are obviously of much higher quality than ordinary blood-clotting herbs.

Not only fast, but also high quality!

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, you are really fast and good!"

Qin Gengyun gave Qiu Zhihe a thumbs up, and seeing that she had no expression on her face, he quickly said:

"But if the blood-clotting grass is not refined into a pill, its effect is not very high. It would be inappropriate to give it directly to Daoist Friend Mo, right?"

Qiu Zhihe said calmly: "Refine the blood-clotting pill and give it to her."

Qin Gengyun suddenly realized and praised: "Fellow Daoist Qiu, this is a good idea!"

Mo Xiaolan has helped me a lot, so giving her three blood-clotting pills is worthy of this friendship.

“One.”

Qiu Zhihe added.

"Just one?"

After Qin Gengyun finished speaking, he saw Qiu Zhihe's cold eyes and nodded quickly:

"Okay, I'll listen to you and give you one."

Qin Gengyun instinctively felt that he could not continue to mention Mo Xiaolan in front of Fellow Daoist Qiu, so he changed the subject and talked about the incident today when Yang Fengshan inexplicably asked him to clean the old alchemy room.

"I think Yang Fengshan wanted to steal the alchemy furnace and sell it, and then wanted me to take the blame. Fortunately, I was careful and returned the key to the old alchemy room to him in front of everyone. I just don't know who he will find to be the scapegoat?"

Qin Gengyun was talking excitedly when Qiu Zhihe stood up and took the bowl in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, I haven't finished eating yet!"

Qiu Zhihe glanced back at him and said, "I just learned how to make this porridge today. It's not tasty."

Only then did Qin Gengyun realize that the ingredients used in tonight's porridge were indeed different from usual.

Damn it, my wife made a new dish and I didn’t even notice it.

He said quickly, "Fellow Daoist Qiu, I'm sorry. I was thinking about other things and didn't notice that you made new porridge. Can you let me try it?"

Qiu Zhihe said calmly: "Friend Mo is back."

Qin Gengyun looked back and saw Mo Xiaolan standing in front of the door of the house opposite through the window.

Meng Yu, who had been waiting for her at the door, immediately stood up, knelt down with a plop, and shouted something like "Please forgive me".

It seems that Meng Yu really wants to apologize to Mo Xiaolan.

Could it be that because his spirit dog was lost, it was shocked and went crazy?

Qin Gengyun was thinking when he heard a voice as cold as ice:

"It's time to make the elixir."

Qin Gengyun turned around and saw Qiu Zhihe walking out of the kitchen. Without even looking at him, she walked straight to the bed and sat down.

"Fellow Daoist Qiu reminded me of this. I will make the elixir right now!"

Qin Gengyun saw that Meng Yu kowtowed and apologized and then returned to his room. He was relieved that he did not harm Mo Xiaolan. He agreed and walked into the kitchen, then poked his head out again:

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, I will go to the landlord tomorrow and rent a large house with a separate bathroom and alchemy room. How do you think?"

Qiu Zhihe hummed, crossed her legs and sat on the bed, closing her eyes.

Qin Gengyun smiled and also sat cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace.

He will try to refine the "elixir" tonight.

He lit the elixir stone skillfully, put the blood-clotting grass and vitality fruit into the elixir furnace, picked up the fire-controlling spirit fan and fanned it gently.

The spiritual consciousness penetrated into the furnace.

Soon the blood-clotting grass and the vitality fruit turned into liquid medicine. Qin Gengyun's long and thin spiritual sense was like a flexible finger. It inserted into the liquid medicine, and after a while of fiddling and digging, he skillfully picked out the impurities in the liquid medicine.

Outhouse.

Qiu Zhihe sat cross-legged on the bed, her beautiful long hair moving in the wind and gradually turning red.

Then, it strangely turned white.

Her body also trembled slightly, her figure slowly grew taller, and her figure gradually became fuller.

Three hours later.

It's already midnight.

Qiu Zhihe's breath subsided, the wind stopped, and her long hair fell down, turning back to black.

Her figure also returned to being petite and delicate.

She opened her eyes and whispered:

"I have reached the third level of Qi training."

Lihuo was able to control it more freely, and the power of Xuanbing returned to her body.

However, there are several parts of the body that are out of control.

Qiu Zhihe lowered her head and looked at the mountains and rivers that had grown a little bigger. She was silent for a moment, then she got up from the bed, looked in the direction of the kitchen, and reached her hand behind her back and pinched it quietly.

As the fingers sank deeper, the shape of the two petals changed from peach to cantaloupe.

“Too much meat.”

Qiu Zhihe was a little distressed.

"Fellow Daoist Qiu!"

At this time, Qin Gengyun ran out of the kitchen, holding a pill that was sparkling with a little light in his hand.

This pill is about the size of a thumb, green in color, uniform in shape, and overflowing with spiritual energy. It is obviously of much higher quality than ordinary first-grade elixirs.

"The blood coagulation pill was successfully refined on the first try!"

A happy smile appeared on Qin Gengyun's face. He had been prepared to fail two or three times, but unexpectedly, he succeeded in one try this time.

It seems that the continuous practice of refining two hundred bags of Qingfeng Powder a few days ago has really strengthened his foundation in alchemy.

If the foundation is solid, it will be easier to move up.

Qiu Zhihe just glanced at it and said calmly:

“Too slow.”

Qin Gengyun was surprised: "This is a spiritual pill, not a spiritual powder. Three hours to make one is already very fast!"

Qiu Zhihe snorted: "The worst alchemist in my sect can refine three pills in one hour."

"So fast?" The joy on Qin Gengyun's face suddenly disappeared.

"It seems that I am sitting in a well and looking at the world. I should stop being so self-righteous."

Qin Gengyun bowed to Qiu Zhihe and said, "Thank you for your reminder, Fellow Daoist Qiu. I will go and refine it again."

After saying that, he walked into the kitchen.

Two hours later, Qin Gengyun dragged his tired body out of the kitchen, but his face was filled with satisfaction after the promotion.

Within two hours, he successfully refined a blood-clotting pill.

Although he is still not as good as the worst alchemist in Qiu Zhihe's sect, he is improving steadily after all.

At this time, Qin Gengyun's spiritual power and spiritual awareness had been exhausted. Seeing that Qiu Zhihe had fallen asleep with her back to him, he didn't say much, took off his coat, and fell asleep as soon as he lay on the pillow.

When he began to snore softly, Qiu Zhihe suddenly opened her eyes.

A moment later, in a room on the opposite left.

Three wailing sounds suddenly rang out.

“It hurts, it hurts so much!”

"It's the seniors who are calling us!"

"Senior, we will be there right away, please put away your magical powers!"

…

Yin hour.

The darkest hour of the night.

Lingdanfang.

Yang Fengshan, dressed in black and covering his face with a black scarf, sneaked into the Lingdan Workshop. After confirming that there was no one in the workshop, he came to the old alchemy room.

Unlock the door with the key.

When he was off duty during the day, he found an excuse and handed the key to Fang Chao.

Tonight, I will quietly drag away the bronze furnace and spiritual fan and take them to the night market to sell them to the dealer I have contacted long ago.

After the roll call tomorrow, it was discovered that the alchemy furnace and the spirit fan were stolen. Fang Chao, who had the key, would naturally become the scapegoat.

If I sell this alchemy furnace, I will have enough money for the bride price!

As for Old Man Fang, who cares about him?

Yang Fengshan placed the spirit fan into the alchemy furnace, then grunted as he carried the furnace out of the spiritual alchemy workshop.

Chen Daoyou, I can finally marry you!

Yang Fengshan was excited and suddenly stopped.

Three men in black robes suddenly appeared in front.