"No. 4 Medicine Garden, this place is not very far from Wanfa Gate, and there are no monk families around, just right for Ding Kezhen to hide!" The second thing Wan Qingping did when he returned to Wanfa Gate was to choose a suitable small medicine garden for Ding Ke to use for Zhen to heal and hide, Wan Qingping has been in charge of the medicine garden for more than 20 years, and almost every medicine garden has been there, and he will pick out a suitable place after a little comparison.

Choosing a place, Wan Qingping wrote an order to recall the disciple who was originally stationed in the medicine garden.

Three days later, the stationed disciple of the No. 4 Medicine Garden came back to resume his life, Wan Qingping summoned this person in the attic, first asked about some of the situation of the medicine garden of this person, and then told this person that he did not need to be stationed there in the future, and the errand service was counted as his completion.

"The deacon of that medicine garden has sent someone else to guard it, and he wants to try to grow an elixir there, and you can name it there, but this matter must not be revealed to the outside world, do you understand?" Wan Qingping said to the disciple with a stern expression of warning.

"The disciple understands that the disciple will never miss the deacon's good deeds!" This disciple also thought that the notorious Great Deacon Wan among the disciples during the Qi cultivation period wanted to toss some oil and water from it, and immediately swore an oath, but at the same time, this person was secretly happy, thanks to the medicine garden where Deacon Wan chose to be stationed by himself, otherwise this kind of good thing could be his turn?

Seeing that this person was clever, Wan Qingping nodded with satisfaction, and then left with this disciple.

Two days later, Wan Qingping appeared alone in the No. 4 Medicine Garden.

"This place is not bad, you junior has a point, the most dangerous place is also the safest place!" Ding Kezhen's appearance has changed a little at this time, there is an extra beard on his chin, his complexion has become dark, and the white robe on his body has also changed to the blue robe of Wanfamen, these are all made by Wan Qingping, after all, if Ding Kezhen is recognized, he will not be able to escape the involvement.

Wan Qingping was a little modest, and then he heard Ding Kezhen continue: "You take these spirit stones, go to Huafengfang recently to see if there are any high-grade healing pills!" As he spoke, he took out a bunch of spirit stones from his sleeve, estimating that there were thousands of them.

Wan Qingping put away the spirit stone, and then accompanied Ding Kezhen around the medicine garden, checked the environment here, and then left here.

A month later, Huafeng Fang, Baicaomen pùli.

"Brother, I'll take two bottles of this elixir for the time being, but brother, do you have ice attribute elixir here, the longer the year, the better!" Wan Qingping finished talking to the old man about the elixir, and then asked about the elixir.

Although Wan Qingping knew that it was impossible to find this elixir, he still had a trace of illusion, after all, being controlled by others was an extremely painful thing for a monk who wanted to be at ease.

"We basically don't sell elixirs here, only sell elixirs, but since Brother Wan has spoken, it is estimated that there is some special use, brother, I naturally want to give a face. The longest medicinal age we have here is a Bingying Flower, two hundred and eighty years old, how about it, is it suitable for use?" the old man asked.

"Aren't there any longer medicinal years?" Wan Qingping frowned and asked without giving up.

The old man did not speak, but shook his head with great certainty.

Wan Qingping was not much disappointed, after all, the possibility of the appearance of such elixir was too slim, so he bought some pills for cultivation, and then said goodbye to the old man and left the store.

Later, Wan Qingping went around some other shops in Huafengfang, most of them did not have a four-hundred-year-old elixir for public sale, and only one store had a five-hundred-year-old elixir as the treasure of the town, but it was not an ice attribute, and this elixir was only used by the store pù for façade, and it was not sold at all.

Wan Qingping dispelled the idea at this time, even if he participated in some auctions, it was estimated that one or two five-hundred-year-old elixirs would appear in the sky, unless he could loot a large sect secret vault or medicine garden, there was some possibility of obtaining this elixir.

However, if you want to do these things, it is estimated that your own master's Taoism is enough, not to mention that he is a small foundation building monk, Wan Qingping sighed, it seems that he can only honestly hope that Ding Kezhen, the old monster, will not break his promise, and let himself go after he is injured.

"Oops—it's done—oops—" In the Shaking Light Peak Cave, there were bursts of wailing, at this time Wan Qingping was sweating profusely, his face was extremely pale, and the bursts of pain made him roll on the ground, like a bowed shrimp, and at the same time he also bit a piece of cork in his mouth, which was covered with rows of tooth marks and bloodstains.

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