My Marriage Practice Life

Chapter 35

"Fellow Daoist, is there anything else?" The bald monk clasped his fists and said, "If there is nothing else, I will leave."

Seeing that Wei Junjie did not stop him, the bald monk immediately left with two of his subordinates.

Walking outside the door, the monk beside him asked, "Brother, why are you so polite to him?"

"You don't have any sharp eyesight at all. He is a monk on the seventh floor of Qi Refining." The bald monk said helplessly, "I knew this street was not easy to navigate. I'll go to the next one and try my luck."

Fortunately, he didn't get nothing this time. He let go of the alchemy furnace in his hand, and he could explain it when he went back.

After seeing these people leave, Wei Junjie closed the door again.

There was a wave of raids by the Taiping sect before, and now a blue wolf gang has appeared inexplicably and started the raid.

If this continues, most of the monks may not be able to hold on.

At that time, there will definitely be chaos in the town.

So before that, we still need to do more preparations to be safe.

Wei Junjie sighed slightly.

After seeing the miserable condition of the neighbor across the street just now, he knew that the Blue Wolf Gang couldn't avoid it.

So the moment just now was a three-point accident, seven-point intentional, to reveal a little bit of my own details.

Looking forward to shocking one or two.

Fortunately, the result is still good.

The other party is not entangled.

Now the Taiping sect doesn't know the specifics, and doesn't care much about it. I'm afraid there will be many ghosts and monsters like this in the future.

I hope that the Blue Wolf Gang can be stronger and last for a while longer.

Otherwise, he needs to find a way to deal with the next wave.

After confirming that everyone in the courtyard had left, Li Siqian and Jiang Ying both walked out of the house, and asked with worried expressions, "Husband, what's going on?"

"There is another Blue Wolf gang near us, and I sent them away when they came to fight the autumn wind."

The two women met at a glance, which seemed to be commonplace.

It is not uncommon in Taiping Town to come to buy and sell by force. They have encountered it countless times since they were young.

It's just that in the past, the Taiping town gate had some functions, and those monks who didn't do their jobs didn't dare to be so blatant and restrained.

Unexpectedly, this situation has become common again.

Jiang Ying looked worried, and asked, "Did something happen to the Taiping sect?"

"I don't know, but the situation should not be very good."

Jiang Ying let out a long sigh in her heart.

She thought that after dealing with the Cui family's affairs, she would be able to live a peaceful and stable life.

It seemed that she was overthinking it.

This world, oh...

Wei Junjie took out the alchemy furnace he had just obtained and asked, "Yingying, how about this alchemy furnace I just bought?"

"Hey, where did my husband buy the pill furnace?" Jiang Ying was slightly surprised, she knew that there were not many shops selling this in Taiping Town.

Wei Junjie didn't hide it, and explained: "The group of people just robbed it from Daoyou Min's house opposite. I bought it back and plan to study it."

"Husband, are you planning to learn alchemy?"

"I have plans for this. Do you have a suitable prescription for me to practice."

After Wei Junjie used the interface to break through, he has mastered some basic alchemy theories, but he is just at the beginning level.

He has not tried the specific alchemy method.

Jiang Ying was not too surprised that Wei Junjie suddenly wanted to transfer to alchemy.

These days, he often knocks some common sense about medicine from her, and I'm afraid he has long planned to do so.

She didn't inquire too much, and said: "I have an ancient prescription of Zhang Qi and Blood Pill, and the materials used are relatively simple and cheap. If you have nothing to do, you can practice it."

"However, alchemy is not so easy to learn, husband, don't be too obsessed with it. I have seen many monks want to start with alchemy, but most of them go bankrupt and gain nothing."

Wei Junjie knew a thing or two about this.

Dan Dao has a threshold.

Most of the alchemy masters are descendants of aristocratic families or famous schools. Only people from these backgrounds can have the financial resources to keep trial and error and practice.

As for ordinary-born monks, at most they can only practice basic qi and blood pills and other low-level elixir.

As for the mid-level elixir of Jidan, you still have to ask for help from those aristocratic families or great sects.

There are really very few foundation building pills that can be refined by themselves.

Knowing that Jiang Ying was kindly reminding her, he grabbed Jiang Ying's catkin and said, "I know the severity."

"Well, it's good that your husband knows."

Jiang Ying went back to the room and wrote a prescription for Wei Junjie.

Wei Junjie took the pill formula and checked it carefully. He has basically bought all the ingredients listed above, and he can practice directly.

He accepted Danfang and said to Jiang Ying, "Yingying, you need to practice your handwriting well."

Hearing this, Jiang Ying blushed: "My handwriting is naturally not as good as that of Sister Siqian, and the handwriting of Sister Siqian is not as good as the book stickers that are sold."

Li Siqian, who was at the side, heard the discussion between the two, and immediately said modestly: "I also write casually, but I can't compare with those famous people."

"Haha, Qianqian, don't be humble. In my heart, your handwriting is better than those of those famous people." Wei Junjie praised sincerely from the side.

After being praised by the two, Li Siqian was shy and a little embarrassed.

In fact, recently she found that when she was writing an article, her spiritual power would run automatically, even more smoothly than in meditation, and she didn't know if it was like this for everyone else.

Husband works day and night, Jiang Daoyou is also concentrating on pharmacology, they are very busy.

She has never dared to ask the two of them, for fear of disturbing each other.

My cultivation base is not as good as that of Jiang Daoyou, and my knowledge is not as much as that of sister Lin next door.

Nothing but writing.

Li Siqian couldn't help but feel inferior after thinking about it, grabbed the corner of her skirt with both hands, and rubbed it there.

Wei Junjie pinched her little face and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"No, nothing."

"Remember to write the book well, I'm still waiting for your masterpiece."

Li Siqian suddenly became happy again, showing two iconic dimples, and nodded heavily: "Yeah."

He walked into the talisman making room with the alchemy furnace and looked at it carefully.

This small alchemy furnace has three legs and two ears, and a small lid.

Unknown birds and beasts are carved on the body of Danlu, exuding a simple and simple atmosphere.

Wei Junjie lifted the furnace cover, and found that there were a lot of medicinal residues left inside, with a faint medicinal smell.

He raised his hand and shot a Qingfeng Jue to clean it up.

Then put in some basic medicinal materials as described in the prescription.

The alchemy furnace is too small, only a little can be placed.

Seeing that the preparations were almost complete, Wei Junjie typed out a spirit formula on the alchemy furnace, and excitedly activated the spirit fire to refine the medicinal materials.

The pill furnace was slowly turning in the spiritual fire.

As soon as Wei Junjie's freshness started, bursts of burnt smell came out from the pill furnace.

He was not discouraged and kept trying.

After practicing all afternoon, Wei Junjie finally refined a Qi and Blood Pill.

Looking at a small pill in his hand, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Sure enough, the way of alchemy is much more difficult than the way of making talismans.

It took him more than a dozen ingredients to make this little elixir, and he also consumed a lot of spirit stones.

Wei Junjie grabbed a mouse from a corner, and fed the freshly refined elixir directly.

After a moment.

The gray-haired mouse in his hand struggled continuously, and finally died of blood from his mouth.

Wei Junjie: "..."

(End of this chapter)