As soon as he entered the alchemy hall, Shen Yi saw an outer disciple making a cup of tea for Bian Daoqing who was lying on a bamboo chair.

After sweeping around, Shen Yi lay down on the side, looking around, there was no Dan fire under today's Dan furnace that looked soft like silk, Bian Daoqing lay on the bamboo chair with his eyes closed and did not move, looking at it for a while There should be no alchemy.

As if sensing Shen Yi's gaze, Bian Daoqing raised his hand up again, opened his mouth and said laboriously: "I'll rest first, and then I'll refine the pill later." ”

Hearing this, Shen Yi stretched out his tongue and licked his gums, and when he saw that Bian Daoqing fell asleep directly on the bamboo chair after speaking, he simply squinted his eyes and waited comfortably on his stomach for the white prostitute.

After about two quarters of an hour, that is, half an hour, Shen Yi saw Bian Daoqing get up from the bamboo chair and staggered towards the medicine cabinet.

He didn't let Shen Yi sort the medicinal herbs, opened one of the grids on the medicine cabinet, took out a cloth bag from it, and walked directly towards the Dan furnace.

Yesterday, with the efforts of a group of disciples, all the medicinal materials in the medicine cabinet had been distributed proportionally, and the required materials could be easily taken away if they wanted to refine any pills.

Under Shen Yi's gaze, Bian Daoqing unwrapped the cloth bag, put the medicinal materials inside into it in turn, and then lay down on the bamboo chair and closed his eyes.

Half an hour later, he got up and put the formed pill into the tray, but did not immediately proceed to the next furnace, and lay back on the bamboo chair and fell asleep directly.

In short, Bian Daoqing's alchemy efficiency is much slower than before, and the pills he practices in a normal day can fill three trays, but today half of it has passed, and even half of a tray is not full.

Occasionally, someone passed by outside, and Shen Yi eavesdropped on their conversation.

It is said that in the early years, Bian Daoqing's alchemy efficiency was nearly ten times faster than now, and he was not only an alchemist, but also a cultivation genius.

Before the age of sixteen, he cultivated to the Straight Rank Plague Stage.

But it's a pity, after the Ming Law Sacrifice destroyed everything in him, a D-level contract beast not only didn't help him, but also slowed down his cultivation speed, if it was a C-level contract beast, I'm afraid his realm would be more than just a level of knowledge.

The contract beast is too low-grade, and it is difficult for him to share too much erosion.

The god of standby was completely crushed by the epidemic, and it was the day when Bian Daoqing escaped his soul.

In Wuchuan, the imperial city of Great Liang, there are already alchemists from the Jiyuan Division who are ready to come to Qingyuan Sect to take up their duties at any time.

Looking at the sky outside, it should be afternoon by now.

"It's almost time, isn't it?" Shen Yi thought in his heart that he had already left at this time, and the reason why he was still here was because the pill that was now refined in the alchemy furnace was the Beast Pill.

didn't wait long, seeing that he was almost about to become a Dan, Bian Daoqing stood up again, and walked hard to the Dan furnace.

As before, pills flew out of the furnace, and under his control, they flew into the tray and were automatically placed.

Before walking back, he looked at Shen Yi, "Come, for you." ”

Seeing this, Shen Yi hurriedly walked over and opened his mouth, Bian Daoqing threw the pill in, and the surface of this beast pill was smoking, hot and fresh.

Bian Daoqing raised his hand and squeezed his fist, as if he was feeling his current strength, and finally the layers of skin and flesh on his face that formed folds shook rapidly, he was laughing, but the smile was very bitter.

"Earlier than the old man imagined, the shrine began to crack, hoping to die during the day, not at night."

After saying that, he shook his head and walked towards the bamboo chair with his hands behind his back.

As he walked, he said, "When I was young, I always felt that I still had a lot of time, and this day passed so slowly...... Alas~ Now that I think about it, time flies really fast...... Tsk, I knew that the old man shouldn't have promised the old calf surnamed Wu, this guy died more than ten years earlier than the old man, it's really ......"

"I should have gone to Cangzhou at the beginning, married his mother's four or five wives and concubines in Xichong, and at least had someone to accompany me when I was old, so that I wouldn't be lonely and helpless now."

"It's too late to regret it now!"

"Let's make another furnace......"

Finally, seeing that Bian Daoqing was diligent, he turned around and threw out the materials needed for the next pot of pills into the Dan furnace before he lay back on the bamboo chair.

This time he lay down on the bamboo chair with great force, and the bamboo chair shook rapidly, making a creaking sound.

He closed his eyes with a tired face, and just as Shen Yi was about to leave, two outer disciples came from outside, came to the shelf where the tray was placed, and the next moment both of them frowned.

One of them turned his head back to look at Bian Daoqing who was lying on the bamboo chair, and quickly turned around and whispered something.

Shen Yi's ears moved, and he heard the conversation between the two clearly.

It's nothing more than that Bian Daoqing has refined too few pills today, and they are not enough for the consumption of the Shitang.

Although Bian Daoqing is an expatriate of the Qingyuan Sect and does not completely belong to the Qingyuan Sect, his status is not low, and in a certain way, he is no different from the existence of those peak masters, and his rights are naturally not small.

If he provokes him, he can completely whip his disciples to death.

After complaining in a whisper, the two outer disciples hurriedly carried the tray and were about to go out, but as soon as they stepped out with their front feet, Bian Daoqing, who had closed his eyes, suddenly stopped the two of them.

"Stop!"

The two of them trembled, thinking that what they had just said was heard by the other party, so they turned their heads in horror and said in a trembling voice: "Elder Bian, the disciple didn't mean to ......."

Before they finished speaking, their words were interrupted by Bian Daoqing.

"Come on someone, go to the back yard and pour the old man a cup of tea."

When they heard this, both of them were relieved, but they soon became nervous again.

Bian Daoqing has been in Qingyuan Sect for decades, and there are many disciples who have died at his hands, and now looking at this picture, they are all about to return to the West, and the ghost knows what means he will use to torture himself.

So the two disciples looked at each other, and they both wanted each other to pour tea for Bian Daoqing, but before the two could make a decision, Bian Daoqing spoke again, "Hurry up, don't make me wait for a long time!" ”

"Ahem, ahem...... Uh-a-cough...... Ahem, hiss......"

After speaking, he coughed several times, and before one of the two disciples could react, he was pushed back by another disciple, and when he came back to his senses, the other party who came with him had already run away.

For a while, this disciple wanted to cry without tears, so he could only put the tray back in place and walk towards the courtyard behind the alchemy hall.

At this time, Shen Yi had already walked towards the door, but when he passed in front of Bian Daoqing, he heard the other party's voice and stopped.

"It's a little early to go back today."

Shen Yi looked at him and nodded, but Bian Daoqing closed his eyes and didn't know if he could see it.

"Go back, go back."

Bian Daoqing raised his hand and waved, his eyes did not open, but seeing his action, Shen Yi hesitated, this Lao Deng's situation has been ruined in recent days, although what the other party said is good, but Shen Yi is not sure how long he can live.

After all, his god of life is only a mid-grade of the D level, and the god of life contracted to this level is almost equivalent to having no chance with the knowledge level in this life for the master.

However, Bian Daoqing forcibly cultivated to the level of knowledge, and the price paid was very large.

Although the intellectually strong can live for at least one hundred and fifty years, the master and the life of the god of life are intertwined, but few psychic people can live to their limit age.

As for the reason, it is very simple, there are only two kinds, the first is that the existence of a high-grade god will definitely not be willing to stop at the current realm, and people will go to a high place.

And the second type, the level of the god of life determines how far the master can go on this path of cultivation, once the cultivation reaches the limit realm, before they die of old age, the god of life will not be able to bear the epidemic qi first.

The result can only be a soul-free.

Bian Daoqing doesn't seem to be even sixty years old now, and he has done his best to live until now.

It's not good, Shen Yi will come over tomorrow, and the alchemist will be another person.

The plague qi is a complete poison for other contract beasts, but to Shen Yi, the plague qi is a tonic, and from the perspective of perception, this plague qi does not look like a negative energy.

It's not difficult to help him share the epidemic, but the problem is ......

Just when Shen Yi hesitated, the disciple who had entered the back courtyard before came back, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and came to Bian Daoqing's side.

I don't know if it's the reason why I'm too nervous, Bian Daoqing opened his eyes, and just raised his hand to pick it up, the disciple's hands holding the tea trembled, and one accidentally, with a "click", the teacup fell to the ground and fell into pieces.

The hot tea burned the disciple's hands red, and Bian Daoqing was also stunned, his brows furrowed.

"Can't you do this?"

The disciple hurriedly knelt down, "Elder Bian...... I ......"

"What are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and make me another drink? ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The disciple hurriedly stood up, turned around and trotted over to the courtyard.

Shen Yi glanced at it, bypassed the screen and walked outside.

And Bian Daoqing took a deep breath, he is getting old, he has become more transparent in seeing things, he knows that he can't live long now, and others don't feel that their majesty as an alchemist is gone?

The tongue licked the dry skin of his mouth, only to feel an inexplicable fire surging upward, although he pressed it down in time, his skin was turning crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then slowly turned black from crimson!

"Uh......" He immediately noticed something strange and wanted to say something, but only a hoarse grunt came from his throat.

He tried to stand up, but his body seemed to be out of his grasp, and at first he was able to lift his arms, but soon he drooped and could only lift his fingers.

There is a feeling of squeezing, but nothing can be seen, it is a feeling of squeezing from consciousness, his body, is squeezing his consciousness out!

Bian Daoqing struggled, accidentally slipped down from the bamboo chair, spread it on the ground, and could only make small movements.

At the same time, the soft flame at the base of the Dan furnace also became unstable and began to beat wildly, and after a while, the fine smoke rising from the top of the Dan furnace turned from white to black!

The outer disciples who entered the courtyard and re-brewed tea and came in saw Bian Daoqing who was on the ground for some time, and they were immediately stunned and at a loss.

"Elder Bian...... You...... What's wrong with you? You okay? ”

He stepped forward, and he didn't help him, he didn't help him, and he knew about the situation of getting rid of his soul, but he didn't know how to deal with it without any experience.

And the sound coming out of his mouth quickly attracted Shen Yi's attention.

"What's wrong?" He turned around and glanced behind him, then walked forward in confusion, his mouth opening slightly as he looked away from the screen to see what was going on.

If Shen Yi was a human now, then his brows were already furrowed by now.

He can do it to help others share the epidemic, but what makes him hesitate is that he has never heard of a contract beast like himself in this world!

It's like all the people in the world have a strange disease, but they are a special existence that can help others cure such a disease.

Bian Daoqing, the old man, gave Shen Yi a very good impression, and he really didn't want to see him die.

But if you want to help him, you have to take risks, but how to effectively avoid risks?

Shen Yi couldn't think of a better way.

And the way he first thought of avoiding risks was to rely on the rarity of Grade A Contract Beasts.

After all, many people don't know their own Western Dragon, and they are listed as a new Class A contract beast, there are too few Class A contract beasts, and in the void beast spirit world or in the current material world, there is only one Class A contract beast he has seen.

Grade A contract beasts are so rare, is it possible that there is an existence of contract beasts that can help others share the epidemic qi, but there is also a price to pay for sharing the epidemic qi itself?

This is also why, Shen Yi asked the old witch how to write the word "A" in this world.

But it's not reliable!

The old witch has a contractual connection with herself, although this contract is very pitiful for Shen Yi, but I have to say that the existence of this contract allows both parties to see that they have a foundation of trust, and others are different.

In general, it depends on the character of the other party.

But Bian Daoqing is far from knowing people and faces to Shen Yi.

After a few breaths, Bian Daoqing, who was lying on the ground, twitched violently, and he didn't know where he got the strength, he stretched out one hand and grabbed the ankle of the outer disciple in front of him, opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice: "Quick!" Go ......."

"Elder Bian...... What am I going? ”

"Anshen Dan! I...... I want a soothing! Fast...... Go get it to me! ”

In a panic, this disciple could only put down the teacup temporarily and go to find the so-called Anshen Pill, but where did he know what the Anshen Pill was? Even if he knew An Shendan, he didn't know where he was put by Bian Daoqing, so he became overwhelmed again after taking a step.

Shen Yi struggled for a moment, gritted his teeth, and touched his senses to Bian Daoqing to connect with it!

"Made! You old Deng, I'm going to bet you're a good guy today, so you better not let me down! ”

The moment the sense was connected to the other party, Shen Yi immediately drilled into his body, of course, without the consent of the other party's consciousness, Shen Yi couldn't enter, and this was just to arouse his idea.

Sure enough, after feeling the strangeness coming from the Shentai, Bian Daoqing immediately realized something, and looked at Shen Yi suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, as if he had grabbed the only life-saving straw!

But he didn't call Shen Yi first, but stopped the disciple.

“…… Belch...... Yes! Hold it! ”

"What's the matter, Elder Bian? Where did you put the Tranquility Pill? ”

"Get out!"

Bian Daoqing stiffened up with difficulty, shouted angrily, and lay straight on the ground after saying this.

(End of chapter)