Mo Yunxuan.

The old shopkeeper was still introducing pen and ink to customers, but after seeing the figure with the hat covering his face entering the store, an old face suddenly smiled...

immediately hurriedly apologized to the customer, and called the apprentice to help continue the introduction, while he himself took Ji Bochang's hand into the inner room.

"Bochang, Bochang, I finally hope for you..."

The old shopkeeper poured the tea and handed it over, and said with a smile: "If you don't come again, I plan to go to your house again today." ”

"Don't..."

Ji Bochang took off his hat and threw it aside, handed over the manuscript in his sleeve, and said, "We all said it before, but we can't let people know that I wrote and drew this thing." ”

"Young people want to be faced, I know I understand, I'll bring this secret into the coffin, okay~"

"That's pretty much it..."

"Wow, that's great!"

The old shopkeeper took the manuscript, only looked at the illustrations, and his old eyes lit up a little, and he praised: "I want to be thirty or twenty years younger, tsk." ”

"Can't I deliver it?"

"Bo Chang, you are really born to do this."

"Less nonsense..."

Ji Bochang took a sip of the teacup, then stretched out his hand and said, "What about this season's dividends?" ”

"Can I miss you?"

The old shopkeeper took a money bag and threw it into his hand, and said: "This season's dividend is twenty-three low-grade spirit stones, and there are two thousand three hundred taels of silver tickets, compared with the previous season, the spirit stones have risen by six yuan." ”

The lonely city is between the mortal realm and the cultivation realm, and there are a large number of mortals living in it, so in addition to the spirit stones, the silver ticket is also useful, but the purchasing power is far less than the spirit stone.

Ji Bochang took the money bag and shook it in his hand, and he couldn't help but lose his mind.

These twenty or thirty lower-grade spirit stones can be regarded as the remaining cultivation dreams in my heart.

For this world where Jindan Yuanying can fly wildly, how sad is his so-called 'dream'?

"Gone..."

When he came to his senses, he stuffed the money into his storage bag, and then, as if he had made up his mind, put on his hat and went out without looking back.

And the old shopkeeper also knew his temperament, and he didn't stay long when he saw him leave...

In the blink of an eye, it will be dark...

Ji Bo often looked at the brightly lit Chunyin Fang, and muttered: "Goldfinger, Goldfinger, Ji is just ordering his belongings, if these hundred spirit stones are not used, then we will really accept our fate." ”

He shook his head and discarded distracting thoughts, and then walked into the door of Chunyin Fang again with a smile on his face...

A sharp-eyed girl greeted him with coquettish steps, took his arm and walked into the attic, and smiled stupidly: "Ouch, Ji Ye, you are here~"

"Go, go, there's something going on today..."

Ji Bo often smiled and said, "Go and find your mother." ”

"Then you have to go to my place to sit when you're done~"

The girl gave him a coquettish look, but she still walked obediently to call her mother.

didn't know how to do it, and Mother Liu, the bustard's mother, shook the palace fan with a smile and looked for it, and when they met, they raised their eyebrows and smiled: "Ji Daguan has figured it out?" ”

"Stop talking nonsense..."

Ji Bochang took out a money bag from the storage bag and stuffed it into her hand, and said, "I don't have a medium-grade spirit stone, you can exchange these 100 low-grade spirit stones yourself." ”

"Gotta get it~"

Mother Liu only weighed it, and then pulled him to the attic in the workshop with a smile.

"Huh?"

Ji Bochang was slightly stunned and asked, "The person is here?" ”

"I knew that Senior Official Ji couldn't help but come, so I had already called her over and waited."

"No, I'm not ready!"

"It's not that I haven't learned the methods of your Ji Daguan, so how can I still prepare? Come on~~"

“……”

Ji Bo was often pushed into the private room.

When he came back to his senses, he looked around him, and through the curtain in the private room, he could faintly see a woman sitting at the table drinking wine.

He arched his hand and asked, "Fellow Daoist, can I go in?" ”

"Daoyou laughed..."

The woman in the curtain sneered and replied, "If we don't come in, how can we do business?" ”

"It's also..."

Ji Bochang bowed slightly, then put down the reserved curtain and entered, and when he saw the female cultivator sitting at the table, his expression was faintly disappointed.

The body is delicate, the appearance is well-behaved and lovely, and it is indeed the middle stage of Qi cultivation.

But for some reason, he always felt that this Taoist friend was not much different from the other girls in the Chunyin Workshop, and he was a little different from the female cultivator he thought of in his heart.

"How?"

Seeing that he was stunned in place, the female cultivator stood up and smiled: "Daoist friends are disappointed when they see the concubine's body like this?" ”

"Not really."

Ji Bochang shook his head and said meaningfully: "Daoyou are very beautiful, it's just that I thought that fairies don't eat fireworks in the world." ”

"Yes, fairies don't eat fireworks in the world."

The female cultivator didn't know what she had thought, she seemed helpless, and said as if she was self-deprecating: "But the concubine is not a fairy." ”

"Yes."

Ji Bochang nodded thoughtfully...

Seeing this, the female cultivator poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, and said with a smile: "After all, there is nothing to do, if you think it's not worth it, it's not too late to drink a cup of tea and leave." ”

"Ji is a layman..."

Ji Bochang took the tea and took a sip, looked at the beauty in front of him, suddenly reached out to hold it in his arms, leaned on his cheek and sniffed it, and then waved his sleeves to blow out the candles in the room.

"Besides, it's all here~"

……………………

[You and Wang Shurong build a fairy relationship (one side of the relationship), and reward a wisp of white fairy energy...]

[Wang Shurong's immortal fate: 60 (one side)]

"Hahahahahaha~"

On the bed, Ji Bo often hammered the head of the bed and laughed, even if the tears were laughing, he couldn't bother to wipe them...

Wang Shurong dragged the horn to cover his chest, and when he saw his gaffe, he said with a tight eyebrow: "Fellow Daoist, it doesn't have to be like this, right?" ”

"You don't understand, you don't understand~"

Ji Bo often took a long sigh of relief after coming back to his senses, and when he felt an extra wisp of so-called 'immortal qi' in his body, he hurriedly refined it...

I just felt trembling all over, and my body seemed to have undergone some kind of wonderful change in the dark...

[Refining White Immortal Qi, Obtaining Physical Qualification +2, Perception Qualification +1, Water Spirit Root Qualification +3...]

[Physical Qualification: Lower Product (246/1000)]

[Perception Qualification: Zhongpin (1328/1W)]

【Water Spirit Root Qualification: Lower Product (64/1000)】

Immortal ~ Immortal!!

Ji Bo often saw what he had obtained after refining the 'immortal qi', and his almost flat heart became enthusiastic again, as if he had returned to his youth!

He looked at Wang Shurong beside him, and said with joy in his expression: "Wang Daoyou, it's still early, why don't you ......"

Before the words fell, he deceived himself again.

"You ......"

Day after day, the movement in the elegant room did not subside a little.

Ji Bochang frowned slightly and walked out of the private room, sensing that his body was sick, so he could only rub his back and sigh secretly: The years are unforgiving...

He hurried to a nearby pharmacy and slapped all his silver tickets on the counter.

Then go to the cupboard where the medicine is stored and find packets of medicinal herbs, and grind them into powder form with a stone mill in turn.

Then he found a clay pot and lit a small pile of simmers.

First, pour some water into the clay pot and bake it on a simmer, and then pick up a small medicine spoon very quickly and add all kinds of unknown powders to the clay pot...

"The master ginseng strengthens the qi and nourishes the blood, the auxiliary dogwood, angelica strengthens the heart and blood, the borneol borneol awakens the gods, and finally comes to 100 million points of epimedium, cistanche, and suoyang as ingredients......"

Ji Bochang muttered and stirred, and when the water in the clay pot had almost evaporated, and the powder mixture of various medicinal herbs had become a paste, he added some honey and continued to stir...

It wasn't until the herbs in the clay pot were already viscous and firm that he took them out and kneaded them into pills...

He held a bottle of homemade pills in his hand, and muttered with a slight movement in his eyes: "The way of cultivation is in it!" ”