"If he had that supernatural power, he could kill everyone at the docks, and it would be easier." The young man slapped the table and laughed, "Haha, he doesn't pee and take pictures of himself." Just like him, I'm afraid he's a big talker. ”

Ju Buzheng used a little effort and put the wine glass on the table. The others noticed that he was a little upset, and they immediately shut up.

A little wine spilled on his hands, and Ju Buzheng wiped it with a rag: "You guys, take care of yourself, don't talk about the length of people all day long." ”

And all the people in the lower seat listened to what he said, and there was no one who did not listen. They said no more about it, and the tavern was quiet.

Suddenly, at this moment, a teenager ran in from outside the door.

Hearing the movement, everyone turned their heads to look at it.

Seeing the direction of the door, Fu Yunge held the door with one hand, his face seemed to be a little sweaty, and slowly stepped into the threshold of the tavern.

Ju Buzheng saw that he had found it, and his face showed a slight smile.

It was cool in the tavern. Fu Yunge shook his untied collar and walked towards Ju Buzheng.

"Uncle Ju, about the old temple, I want to discuss it with you again."

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Outside the green mountains, the world is peaceful. Between the cranes and clouds, in the hills and mountains, the wild path is a grassland.

Curling green smoke, and the chaotic mountain mist is in one place. The faint fragrance of herbs permeates near and far where the vision is unclear.

The pine wind swayed, and the bright dew hung from the treetops of the surrounding house. Blue birds perched, the grass roof of the thatched hut was peaceful, and the color of yellow mud was spread along the roots of the wall under the grass stems.

The mist obscured the afternoon clouds, making people linger unconsciously. The days are as long as small years, and the quiet environment is like an immortal in the wild, suddenly like a nap and a dream.

Backed by a low hill, across the mountain is the sound of the river. The water stretches farther away, and the waterfowl fly across the clear river.

In the corner of the thatched house, a bucket-patterned bronze round-headed tripod is emitting billowing white smoke, and the copper color under the tripod is dark red.

The firewood that is burning is not the usual dead branches. The grass stalks, dotted with purple stars, are bunched together, and the same blue flames are burning at the front ends, and they let out a tepid "clatter" moan.

The smoke of the mountains is from this small ding. The hanging lugs have been soaked in water to a smooth black, and the surface of the patina is also dyed with a good smell of herbs.

There was no one around, and the smoke drifted out of the hut and into the distant sky.

And in the main hall, a familiar figure is now sitting at the desk studying a scripture. The high upturned corners of the table are coiled into the shape of flowing clouds, which is pleasing to the eye and exquisitely conceived.

Bai Wujian has been studying here for a long time. This medical book is considered to be the flesh of the master's heart, and he is finally willing to let him read it on his own, and the tribulations during it are self-evident.

He watched very carefully, and at the same time calculated the time of the pill in Dingzhong. Sensing that the time was near, he grabbed the page of a broad-leaved herb specimen and walked towards the outer paragraphs.

Suddenly, the moment he stepped out of the door, the medicine pod in the side room let out a "snort" scream. At the same time, thick white smoke erupted, as if in flames of rage.

Seeing this, Bai Wuji's face was shocked, and he rushed to the medicine pod quickly, and at the same time took out two round stones from his pocket.

The white smoke scattered, carrying with it the heat of the furnace, scorching the skin, making it difficult to get close.

But it didn't seem to be the first time he had encountered such a situation, and he immediately prostrate himself and rushed in with a hunched waist. When he ran to the front of the ding, he immediately mobilized his vitality, put all the stones in his hands, and slowly opened his arms, like an eagle bird protecting his cubs.

Suddenly, the vitality passed through the stones, turning into pale green energy, and faintly escaping out.

I saw that the vitality seemed to be being pulled, and it turned over for a while between Bai Wuji's hands, and soon found the air dispersion aperture of the medicine tripod, and poured into it against the billowing white smoke.

Not long after, under Bai Wuji's support, Yao Ding, who was still irritable just now, quickly regained his calm.

The white smoke slowly dissipated, and the body of the medicine pod was also completely contaminated with water vapor, and was being quickly dried by the fire. The "firewood" below is almost burned out, and the remnants of the grass roots are blazing.

Finally controlled the situation, Bai Wujian was not happy, but squatted on the ground in disappointment, his eyes hooked.

Such a situation means that this time the refining has failed again.

"Just a little setback, and then you hang your head? It's completely different from what you said before. ”

Just when he was depressed, suddenly behind him, outside the hut, another person's voice was heard.

Bai Wuqian lazily tilted his head, a little listless: "Who said I was depressed." I'm just resting. I read the medical codex, and I also found out what the problem is, and I will definitely be able to do it next time. ”

Hearing him say this, the man behind him suddenly sneered. He teased a squirrel on his shoulder and turned to go back to the house.

"The Stubborn Stone Gong is based on your cultivation, and it will be used once every three days at most. Continuous overdraft, you can't afford it. ”

The man was left with only one sentence when he left. Bai Wujian glanced at the two stones in his hand, and then pursed his lips.

"Lushan Ling, this time, I will definitely impress you." He jumped to his feet, patted the dust off his body, and walked towards the main hall.

"Call Master." From the other room, the man's indistinct voice came from the room.

Bai Wujian snorted and walked back to the table just now. There was still a remnant of Bai Wuji's sweat between the pages of the "Hanging Pot Medical Codex" on the table, and it was slightly deformed.

He sat down with his coat brushed off, continued to open it, and began to read carefully.

He still doesn't believe that he can't succeed on his own this time.