Heyan glanced at Berger and said meaningfully: "Stinky boy, life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills, I don't say that, that wicked woman will definitely not give up, she didn't pay attention to your thirty silver coins at all." ”

"Cut, it's shameless." Berger scolded in a low voice, his face softened a little, and what the other party said made sense.

"I'll take my leave."

Heyan left, came very strangely, and when he left, he was in a hurry, and he didn't even drink a sip of tea, which also reflected how disgusting he was to the master's family.

Berger sat quietly in the lobby, fifty coins, facing this number, his head was about to explode, and he couldn't make up for it.

"Why don't you call that stinky girl back and go rob together at night."

Berger couldn't help but think so, but he soon denied it, the ideal was too unrealistic, and this town was not a place where he could do whatever he wanted.

"Doesn't the stinky girl have a rejuvenating pill every month, won't it be solved if you want a few?"

As soon as this idea was spoken, Berger shook his head directly, the little devil valued his own things seriously, and looking for her to take things was like a tiger's mouth.

"No, the stinky girl will definitely turn her face and not recognize her six relatives."

Coo-coo.

Desperate to no avail, Berger almost scratched his scalp, and it was no less difficult to pay this fee than to get the Moonlight to buy a BMW immediately.

Having not eaten a bite of lunch, Berger's stomach protested discontentedly, and he had no choice but to go into the kitchen again.

After lunch, when he returned to the house, he took out the golden book again, and involuntarily sat down at the table, and couldn't help but pick up his pen and prepare to wave it again.

An inexplicable pain suddenly came, and his already swollen and aching head was made worse by the snowy mountains, and he felt that he was about to be torn apart.

"Isn't it okay?"

Berger thought about giving up in his heart, but for some reason, he didn't do it for a long time, and a kind of unwillingness grew.

"Ahh

Just drew a stroke on the page, Berger was struck by lightning, and his entire head oozed blood, and his eyes went black directly, and he fell into a coma in an instant.

"It seems that you can't take such an adventure in your dreams, and you always feel that accidents will happen."

By the time Berger woke up, it was already late at night, and this coma was no different from death to him, and he still had palpitations.

However, his head returned to normal, the swelling subsided, and only shallow bruises could be seen.

Unable to prepare supper, Berger crouched down in front of the fire, the flint in which was almost burned out, and he had to buy something new.

As the flames burned again, Berger became so absorbed that he did not move, as if possessed by something.

Whew.

The flames crackled, and the flames seemed to turn strange at this moment, and Berger's mind was completely captured by it.

"What is this?"

The expression on Berger's face froze, and he could clearly see that there was a rootless flame burning inside the furnace, like a ghost, wandering aimlessly.

Syllable!

Unable to help but give himself a mouthful, Berger looked at the furnace again, and was sure that he was not hallucinating, and that there was indeed a flame in the furnace.

"It's finally there, it's called a simmer."

A smile appeared on Berger's face, Lin Canghai has been refining medicine for so many years, and he has finally come to this point tonight, all thanks to himself.

Outside the martial fire master, Wenhuo master inside, only by achieving such conditions can he be qualified to become a real alchemist, this step is very important for Berger.

In the blink of an eye, the medicine in this furnace has become completely different, although the materials are very cheap, but after mastering the simmer, there is a great possibility that the decay will be magical.

Berger had to be treated with care, and for three days he spent almost all of his time in front of the fire, except for eating.

In order to refine this batch of spiritual liquid into quality, he had to work hard, although it was exhausting and painful, but he also felt extremely happy.

After the simmer, the time for refining the medicine was greatly shortened, and in nearly four days, the furnace medicine had been refined.

After the last bit of spark was extinguished, Berger slowly turned on the stove, and the crazy white gas instantly flooded the room.

The refreshing aroma of medicine constantly stimulated Berger's sense of smell, and he knew that he couldn't be in a hurry, and it would take several tedious processes to take out the spiritual liquid in the furnace, and he couldn't make a mistake.

Fortunately, he was already familiar with all this, and after removing the dregs with a special technique, Berger took the bottle that had been prepared in advance.

As the white gas gradually dissipated, he saw the spiritual liquid in the furnace, and he was overjoyed, it was a puddle of red liquid, crystal clear, and it looked so beautiful and moving.

"Lao Tzu succeeded, this is the real spiritual liquid."

Berger took a deep breath, adjusted his state of mind, and unhurriedly filled the spirit liquid into the bottle.

The quantity is no more, no less, it is still ten bottles of spiritual liquid, but this time it is completely different from the previous ones, this is the spiritual liquid that martial artists need, and the price is not the same.

After putting the bottle away, Berger left the house and went out into the yard, taking a cold shower of cold water, which he used to vent his excitement.

After changing into clean clothes, Berger ran straight into the street, and he came to the familiar stall, found a free table and sat down.

"Brother Lin, look at your red face, have you encountered anything good?"

The owner of the stall was a dark-skinned man, with a white towel wrapped around his head, and he was a well-mannered man, and he was a well-known good man on this street, and no one knew his name, and everyone used to call him Zhang Sheep's Head, and over time this became his name.

"Zhang Yangtou, hurry up and get me something to eat, I'm starving." Berger urged with a smile.

"Okay, old rules?" When Zhang Yangtou laughed, his facial features were almost crowded together.

"No, I'm going to eat meat, big meatloaf, beef broth, and a few lamb buns." Berger directly named the most expensive food in the stall.

At the end of the meal, Berger was satisfied, and after paying the money, he did not return to the Fortune Place, but walked directly to the most prosperous part of the street.

Don't look at it as a small town, but it has everything in it.

Berger stopped in front of a majestic pavilion, and the two half-foot-tall slings in the doorway were so lifelike that they were chilling, as if they were facing a living murderous thing.

Berger wants to sell the ten bottles of the elixir, and this is the best option, and when you walk inside, you can't help but be fascinated by the beautiful layout inside.