The man in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 67
"How, did you pass, did you pass?"

Seeing Wu Dong stepping out of the Hall of Pharmacists, Yaoshi Qian, who had been waiting at the bottom of the steps outside the Hall of Pharmacists, came to the middle of the steps in three steps at a time, connected to Wu Dong, and asked impatiently.

It's like a parent who waits outside the college entrance examination room and asks how he is doing.

A warm feeling rose in Wu Dong's heart, he didn't say anything, he just took out the white nameplate from his pocket, held it in his hand, and showed it to Pharmacist Qian.

"Great! Great! Wu Dong, I knew you would definitely pass!"

Pharmacist Qian's excitement was beyond words, he grabbed the nameplate in Wu Dong's hand, held it in his hand, closed his eyes, and showed an expression of enjoyment on his face.

After a while, he opened his eyes, then took out a length of black rope from his pocket, carefully passed it through the small round hole on the white nameplate in his hand, then tied it, tied it tightly, and tied it with a dead knot.

"This way you don't have to worry about losing it easily!"

Weighing it in his hand, like a proud old farmer showing the ears of wheat he had grown, Yaoshi Qian put the sign back in Wu Dong's hand.

Wu Dong put the nameplate with the tether back into his pocket.

He didn't say thank you.

He didn't bow either.

He just took a step forward and gently hugged Yaoshi Qian.

Yaoshi Qian was probably confused by his actions, but he quickly came back to his senses, hugged him back, and patted Wu Dong's back twice with his big thick hands.

Even seniors and seniors, the embrace of two big men can't last long, so the two separated quickly, and then Qian Yaoshi said: "Let's go, Wu Dong, go back and celebrate!"

As soon as he walked down the steps, he said again: "It's a pity that there is no Bingwang wine this time. I transferred it from an old friend last time. This time it should not be transferred."

Wu Dong smiled.

Laugh at yourself for committing a crime.

A good old man who never drank alcohol was trained by him to be an alcoholic, and now he is always drinking.

Evening is not guaranteed!

He is a real sinner!
"Master Qian, the rope you tied just now is the best and best celebration, so why use wine. After drinking the wine, it will be gone, but this rope can accompany the disciple to walk forever. "

"Besides, there is no Bingwang wine, we can have our own wine."

"Don't forget, the disciple is the brewer himself!"

With a smile, Wu Dong said so.

"The wine you make is not as good as Bingwang wine!"

Pharmacist Qian shook his head.

"Master Qian, you are talking nonsense, and you are too realistic!"

Wu Dong said.

Hearing this, Yaoshi Qian was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses, and started laughing, shaking his head while laughing, "You, naughty!"

Along the way, Yaoshi Qian became a little crazy when he was chatting with an old man.

Even the steps seemed a little lighter.

This lightness touched Wu Dong's heart.

People who will be happy for you, you can also make him happy, but for the time being, Wu Dong has nothing to offer.

Among his water spells, whether it is the first type of water or the third type of water, at the current stage, they are not very attractive.

Although the relationship with Yaoshi Qian was quite close, Wu Dong didn't want to bring out those two kinds of water, just to increase Yaoshi Qian's unreasonable suspicion and psychological burden.

Also, for the second type of water, he neither knows its specific effect nor can it be used normally.

Otherwise, you might consider applying it when making wine.

In fact, Wu Dong had some vague guesses and judgments about its efficacy, so he thought that it might be used in wine making in the future, but now it's just a guess, and we'll have to wait until later.

Back at Yaoshi Qian's small courtyard, Wu Dong let Yaoshi Qian sit down, and started to cook by himself.

"What will you do? Don't fool around, why don't you come here?"

Pharmacist Qian said.

"Master Qian, after today, you may not say such things again. However, the disciple must ask you for forgiveness first. After today's meal, don't blame the disciple for not being courteous before."

Wu Dong had already started processing the ingredients, and said so while processing.

Pharmacist Qian raised his eyebrows.

He doesn't believe it!
But some things are independent of human subjective will.

Believe it or not, one scent after another began to permeate the courtyard.

Yaoshi Qian couldn't sit still for a long time, and watched from a close distance.

Obviously they are all those ingredients, why can the food be so delicious in Wu Dong's hands?
It doesn't make sense!

In fact, Wu Dong's level has only reached [-]%!

Without the right seasoning, many of his methods would be useless.

Wu Dong remembered his mushroom powder and fresh mushrooms and dried mushrooms again. If you add those things, the [-]% level can directly explode to [-]%!

Not only Qian Yaoshi didn't have various seasonings here, but Wu Dong himself didn't have any. During this period of time, he really didn't pay much attention to diet, and devoted all his attention to cultivation, magic spells, pharmacology and medicine preparation!
After the food was ready, Wu Dong went back to his small courtyard to get wine.

There are about three or four miles between the two courtyards, but Wu Dong's Wind Control Technique has been upgraded to level ten now!There's no need to exert all your strength, just simply whirl your feet, and then Wu Dong will quickly pick up a jar of wine, go and come again.

But at this moment, there were already people in Qian Yaoshi's yard.

More than one voice.

After dispelling the Wind Control Technique, Wu Dong went in with the wine.

"Everyone, this is Wu Dong!"

Before Wu Dong approached, Yaoshi Qian began to introduce the other four people in the courtyard like this, and at the same time introduced to Wu Dong: "Wu Dong, these are my old buddies, they don't have a good relationship. It's not bad, at this moment, it's just for food."

"This is Wang Ping, a snob. If you have nothing to talk to, don't ask him if you have anything to do!"

Yaoshi Qian pointed to a fat man in his forties and said.

"Meet Uncle Wang!"

Wu Dong put down his wine, cupped his fists and saluted.

"Wu Dong, hello, congratulations on becoming a pharmacist!"

Wang Ping said, and then said: "Wu Dong, don't listen to Qian Huai's nonsense, we are indeed a bit snobby to outsiders, but we have never been snobby to our own people!"

Then he said to Yaoshi Qian: "Old Qian, isn't it just that I failed to get you the Peiyuan Pill last time? There is no need to slander me like this! Don't even think about that thing that didn't grow in the field Medicinal herbs, you can squeeze them whenever you want, no, didn't I get them now?"

After saying this, he took out a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to Wu Dong, "Here, Wu Dong, this is a gift from Uncle Wang!"

Wu Dong looked at Qian Huai.

"Since it was your Uncle Wang who gave it to you, then you can accept it. If you don't accept it, you won't accept it for nothing!"

Pharmacist Qian said.

Wu Dong stretched out his hand to take it, "Thank you, Uncle Wang!"

"This is Yi Xiangshan. He has a lot of experience in the configuration of medicinal soil. You can ask him for advice in the future!"

Yaoshi Qian pointed to a 70-year-old farmer with dark face and said to Wu Dong.

"Meet Uncle Yi!"

Wu Dong saluted again.

"Wu Dong, hello, if you have any questions about medicinal soil, feel free to come to me, let's discuss together!"

Then he said again: "Fatty Wang was able to take out the Peiyuan Pill because this guy has a way to cultivate the Yuandan, but the old man can't get it out. Here, these are the ten first-class medicinal soils that the old man prepared back then. The formula, you can flip through it when you have free time."

Wu Dong still looked at Qian Huai.

After Qian Huai nodded, he also accepted it.

There are two other people.

One named Ran Zaixing, a little short, smiling old man, gave Wu Dong the formulas of ten first-class medicines as a gift.

One is Song Congyun, who looks more elegant, and didn’t bring out anything as a gift, but just gave Wu Dong a sentence, “If you encounter things that are difficult for Lao Qian in the future, Wu Dong, you can come to me, I can handle it.” I'll do my best for you!"

(End of this chapter)