Chapter 152

In the next few days, the waste was finally light.

Zhitong is obsessed with picking up girls and drawing crimson love, and has no time to take him into account.

While idleness also enjoyed leisure, he gave some of his money to Zeng Rou, and the rest was all bought into the traditional Chinese medicine he needed.

These Chinese herbal medicines cost him more than 100000 yuan. It can be said that the waste at the moment has once again become a poor man.

But the harvest was that he refined these traditional Chinese medicines into more than a dozen bottles of forging tendon pills and six bottles of hemostatic powder.

After swallowing and absorbing all the more than a dozen bottles of forged tendon pills refined, the wasted body is also strong and far beyond the realm of ordinary people.

It can be said that now he doesn't use his true Qi at all. Relying on his strong body, he can definitely be regarded as a great master.

This result made him very satisfied. After all, God knows if there will be any special circumstances in the future, so it's better to be more prepared.

Just spend all the money at once, or let wasted heartache for a long time.

Just when he was worried about gain and loss, Zhitong came in slowly, with narrow eyes and a thick smile, looking happy.

The feeling of joy brought to him by this twilight love is certainly not small, making him a teenager.

In fact, Zhitong is not too old, but he is usually too obscene, and he always likes to squeeze the whole face with a full smile, so his wrinkles are more and more profound.

What's more, he is always willing to pretend to be unfathomable when meeting people, which makes his age look much older than his actual age. But now this love makes him suddenly glow with the feeling of being young and more than ten years younger, which makes waste a little unaccustomed.

However, while surprised, the waste quickly covered the six bottles of hemostatic powder still on the table with loose sleeves.

But how can he escape Zhitong's eyes with such actions? Hehe, with a smile, Zhitong quickly walked over: "waste, what good thing are you playing with?"

"Wipe! Master, what kind of nose are you? How can you always know when I refine pills? " The wasted face suddenly became bitter, and the heart was even more depressed.

Looking at Zhitong's expression, he has been very clear that it is absolutely impossible not to bleed today.

In that case, it's better to simply take out the hemostatic powder in a big way. In that case, the loss will be smaller.

After all, after refining the red elixir at that time, master had no personality and directly took three bottles.

"Master, these are not red elixirs, but the hemostatic powder I refined. And there are only six bottles. Don't you want them?"

"Cough, cough..." Zhitong coughed awkwardly. He had already stretched out his hand and wanted to take Zhixue powder away by wasting time. But now when he heard the words of wasting time, he clearly saw through his intention and immediately smiled.

"Waste your time. In fact, being a teacher also wants to help you. After all, you work so hard on alchemy. I can't help you, so I'm worried about being a teacher!"

Zhitong's first few sentences were a little astringent, but the more he said, the more smooth he became. Later, it really became his purpose to come here to help him waste.

The tone was even more impassioned and emotional: "waste, think about it. How can I bear to see you working so hard as a teacher? But being a teacher really can't help anything else, so after careful consideration, I finally made a decision! "

"Wow!" I really feel that I should be moved by my master. What he said is really considerate and kind. Listening to him, it is really very comfortable. In the wise eyes, the awn of sincerity shines, which makes people believe him deeply.

However, he has been fooled too much, and he knows too much about master, so how can he be confused by his false appearance.

But for a moment, he didn't understand what medicine master was selling in the gourd. He asked suspiciously, "master, what do you want to say?"

"Hey, hey." Zhitong smiled when he heard the speech, and then his face changed. He immediately became serious and solemn, and his tone was very serious: "wasted, in order to support your great cause of alchemy and improve your skills, I have decided to be a teacher and be your medicine tester bravely!"

"Wipe!"

Idleness is really about to jump up. What he said is impassioned and righteous, as if he had really done much to help himself.

But I'm already a master alchemist. How can I use others to test the medicine?

Moreover, these pills are obviously the accumulation of countless predecessors' experience and the verification of many years, so there is no drug tester at all.

This is clearly trying to grab the pill, but it has changed such a magnificent name. Wasting is really depressed. A very classic sentence suddenly appeared in my mind: I want to be a bitch and set up a chastity memorial archway!

I really couldn't bear it, so I wasted my hands to firmly protect the six bottles of Zhixue powder, and cried out in pain: "master, are you a little lower limit?"

"Hey, hey, I want to help you, too." Zhitong's face was not red and his heart didn't jump, but his hand stretched out towards the waste chat: "waste, how can you use up so many bottles? And this medicine has a retention period, so I'm afraid I won't help you use it and waste it again. It's a pity. "

The words are frank and sincere. The listener is really moved and the listener is moved.

In particular, the expression on his face is a shameful waste at the moment. I sincerely come to help. It seems to be a waste. If I don't give him a bottle of hemostatic powder, it will be a sin.

This situation really makes waste feel speechless.

While he was stunned, Zhitong's hand had quickly taken away a bottle of exposed hemostatic powder: "good disciple, I knew you were a good man."

"..." the wasted time is really a burst of silence. Master, it's really

In this moment, Zhitong had opened the porcelain bottle containing Zhixue powder, put his nose up and sniffed it gently.

Suddenly, the smell of medicine with a slightly pungent taste floated into his nose. The knowledgeable Zhitong's face immediately stagnated, and then a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Although he was shocked, he didn't think much of the red pill. After all, people who practice seek the avenue of heaven and earth and live a long life. As for their appearance, as a man, especially a monk, they really don't have much ideas.

But this hemostatic powder is different. It is a holy medicine for healing. It can save lives at critical moments.

However, Zhitong only heard Shifu say the name of hemostasis powder when he was a teenager, but he didn't want to see it now, and it was refined by his own apprentice, which made his heart really billow.

In my mind, I can't help but recall a sentence that master said in those years: "Zhitong, although you have extremely high savvy, you are too proud. You should know that there are days outside the sky and people outside the people. There are many mysterious skill inheritance in this world, which you don't understand at all. In addition to cultivation, there are some strange people who are good at alchemy and medicine, and some elixirs can even live the dead, White bones are born, but most of these people don't exist with the lack of aura today, but if you want to see them, you must grasp them, remember, remember! "

However, he didn't know what master was thinking. He just saw him in a daze. He felt very surprised and puzzled. He leaned towards master: "master?"

"Hoo..." Zhitong took a long breath and finally woke up from his stunned mind. His eyes looked at the waste, his lips closed and closed, as if he had something to ask, but it turned into a faint smile in the end.

"Nothing. I just remember that the refining of hemostatic powder is not so simple. You boy, you really surprised me."

The words were faint, and there was a trace of obscenity in the expression of his face. On the contrary, it was a kind of light and deep in his bones. It was different from his previous appearance. There was a feeling that wasted time could not understand, but wasted time was clear. At this time, the master was definitely his true face.

Zhitong took a meaningful look at idleness, but his voice was distant and cautious: "idleness, maybe you just think it's fun, but do you know that if this alchemy is known by others, it will cause storm in taotian?"

In the deep eyes, with a touch of warning, it makes the wasted heart tight, and can't help thinking of the truth of his sin.

After all, although he can be regarded as a master of cultivation, if he meets a really strong person like master, he doesn't see enough at all.

As soon as I read this, I suddenly sweated and couldn't help shaking my whole body.