After the little beggar left the nameless mountain in a carriage full of herbs of the five elements, he went straight to the ancient city of Nanyue.

Although the ancient city of Nanyue has experienced the baptism of catastrophe and war, it is not a place where soldiers must fight after all, so the impact is relatively small, and it is still a lively and prosperous place.

It was late spring, and at noon, the climate was relatively mild. The little beggar drove the carriage and entered the ancient city of Nanyue from the southern gate of the city. He was greeted by a straight blue brick avenue, lined with all kinds of shops, taverns, inns, dyeing shops, weapons shops, herb shops, and so on. On the street, there is an endless stream of merchants and tourists, a variety of street stalls, and acrobatic artists performing tricks and guns, and the noisy atmosphere makes people feel like they are in the capital. When the people in the ancient city of Nanyue saw a little beggar in ragged clothes sitting in the carriage, they were so curious that they rushed to cast strange glances and talked about it, but the little beggar was indifferent, still waving his horsewhip with a blank face, like a professional horseman. Although the atmosphere in front of him was very lively, the little beggar did not have the heart to pay attention to all this at this time. Although he has escaped from the hands of the five worlds of gods, immortals, demons, ghosts, and demons, he cannot escape without the desperate protection of his master. He didn't know what happened to his master, whether he was still alive, and his anxious mood was tugging at every nerve in him all the time. "Let's find the shop for the alchemy first. He muttered to himself.

Soon, the little beggar found an alchemy shop in the southeast of the city, called "Nanyue Xiandan", and the owner of the shop was an elderly warlock, more than seven feet tall, with slightly gray hair, straight eyebrows, and bright eyes. Wearing a blue robe, his complexion is like jade, his crane hair is childish, he looks like a fairy wind and bones, and his hands and feet are no different from ordinary young and middle-aged men.

The little beggar parked the carriage in front of the shop for alchemy, and walked in without looking back. When the old warlock saw a little beggar in ragged clothes who had entered his shop, he couldn't help but show a questioning expression, was he really a beggar? If he was really a beggar, it would be a strange thing, because in these years of war and chaos, even a beggar could drive a carriage through the city, which was incredible, incredible!

If he wasn't, why was he dressed like a poor beggar? Although his mind was full of doubts, he maintained his usual politeness and style, and treated him like a normal customer.

"Hello, this guest officer!" said hello to the old warlock of the alchemy shop, smiling.

"You're the shopkeeper, aren't you?" the little beggar asked straight to the point.

"Well, that's exactly what is going on. May I ask this guest officer, what kind of elixir do you want? I have the elixir of immortality here, the price is fair, and it is definitely cheaper than other shops. ”

"I'm not here to buy pills. The little beggar replied, and the old warlock became serious when he heard this, and spit out a sentence from his mouth: "If you don't buy pills, do you come here to refine pills?"

"Hmm. The little beggar nodded.

"I have alchemy pills here, but the price is very expensive. ”

"It's a deposit. The little beggar took out a gold ingot of ten taels from his bosom and put it on the counter of the shop. I saw that the old warlock looked at the little beggar in front of him a few times, and the more he felt in his heart, the more incredible it became.

"May I ask the guest officer, what kind of pill do you want to refine the elixir?"

"Ordinary pills will do. It's just that my carriage is full of herbs, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to refine the elixir. The little beggar looked at him suspiciously.

"You can rest assured of this. Since I have accepted your money, I will naturally help you refine the elixir. Yes, the carriage outside the door is yours, isn't it?" the little beggar nodded, and then led the old warlock to his carriage and carried the herbs down from the carriage.

"What kind of herb is this? Why is it so weirdly shaped? ”

"These are herbs that grow in the Western Regions, and I don't know their names. Just after taking the juice boiled out of them, it can get rid of all kinds of diseases, activate the muscles and bones, so as to achieve the effect of rebirth and strengthening the body. The little beggar's introduction aroused the dissatisfaction and questioning of the old warlock, is this herb so magical? He has been refining pills in this ancient city of Nanyue all the year round, what kind of pills has he not refined? Although the shape of these herbs is very strange, this does not mean that they have the effect of rebirth and strengthening the body, right? Isn't this little beggar exaggerating the facts? Speculation is speculation, the pill still has to be refined, no matter what effect it has, anyway, there is money in the pocket.

"When I am usually at home, these herbs are boiled with fierce fire and water. Since I had to go out for a while this time, it was inconvenient to bring so many herbs with me, so I had to refine them into pills, which were convenient to take with me and take them on time every day. The little beggar then explained.

"I understand what you said, this guest officer. Please rest assured, I will definitely help you refine the herbs into pills, but it will take three days. I think so, three days later, today, you come here to get the medicine. ”

"Okay, I'll come here in three days to get my medicine, don't delay me. The little beggar stared at him and said.

"No problem, you can come here to pick up the medicine in three days. ”

After the little beggar left the shop for alchemy, he did not go out of the city, but found a hotel in the city to stay. At the ugly hour in the early morning of the next day, the moonlight was bright, the breeze blew Buddha, and the branches and leaves swayed lightly, which was the dead of night, and the little beggar was resting on the bed ** in the guest room of the hotel at this time. Suddenly, a bamboo pipe burst through the window, and a puff of white smoke erupted from it, quickly filling the room. When he smelled the stimulating smell of white smoke, he quickly covered his mouth and nose, and then secretly forced out the white smoke in his mouth and nose, and pretended to be asleep, secretly guarding against the enemy's every move. Sure enough, in less than a moment, a thief dressed in black and covered with a black cloth gently pushed open the door of the guest room, and then crept in. This thief is agile and light, like a swallow, and deserves to be a good material for a thief. When the thief entered the room, he turned and closed the door gently. She walked up to the little beggar, and with the help of the moonlight outside the window, she could easily see the little beggar's face. "Hey, isn't this the little beggar from before, why is he here again?" muttered to the thief.