Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

This should be the pill that An Qingli made the most carefully, because she didn't know what to do, so the pill might explode at any time.

Fortunately, the furnace didn't blow up in the end, and the pill didn't crack.

When the stove was turned on, there was still white mist, and the fragrance of medicine was tangy.

But An Qingli didn't know what the final medicinal properties would be if he used such a complicated method to refine a simple first-grade elixir.

An Qingli held the first-grade elixir that gave birth to the best cloud pattern in her hand, and looked at it carefully with her spiritual sense.

"What are you looking at! You can still see a flower!"

With a rough voice, Aunt Mo snatched it and threw it into her own mouth, without chewing it, she swallowed it all at once.

The corner of An Qingli's mouth twitched. As expected of a Daluo Jinxian, he didn't care whether the pill was poisonous or not, he just ate it like candy.

If the cultivation level reaches a certain level, low-level poisonous pills will not help at all.

Either it's Da Luo Jinxian, or it's just so arrogant.

After swallowing the pill, Aunt Mo remembered to ask An Qingli: "What kind of pill is this?"

An Qingli said: "The rejuvenation pill in the lower realm can help the people in the lower realm to stay young forever, but I don't know what effect it will have on the people in the upper realm."

"Well, I'll take a look then."

The elixir began to take effect, Madam Mo also let the elixir wander around in her limbs, and then took out a mirror to look at it.

Hey, sure enough, the old woman inside has fewer wrinkles around her eyes.

The efficacy of this pill varies from person to person. People in the lower world can live up to ten thousand years, so the effect is "eternal youth".

And for those who have lived too long in the upper realm, this elixir is only effective for a few months or a few years.

For those who take too much of this pill, the effect of this medicine will not be as good as one pill.

Aunt Mo has changed from the appearance of a mortal in her fifties or sixties to her appearance in her forties, making her look younger by ten or twenty years.

It wasn't the first time An Qingli saw someone's face rejuvenate, so she wasn't too surprised.

However, Aunt Mo was rather happy, with a rough voice, and praised in a non-salty way: "The medicinal property is not bad. Little girl, you have some skills. Advanced alchemy early, refine more high-level beauty elixir, give it to me eat."

"Repay the debt?" An Qingli asked with a smile.

"Come on!" Aunt Mo said, "If you refine a sixth-grade beauty elixir, I can buy it from Xianjing."

An Qingli put away the pill furnace and nodded in agreement.

Next to the furnace is still scorching heat.

Aunt Mo finally started to teach seriously, and of course An Qingli studied seriously.

What Aunt Mo taught was that she didn't care whether An Qingli could understand her understanding of crafting or not. Anyway, she treated An Qingli as if she didn't exist, and babbled on while swinging the sledgehammer slowly.

However, in terms of savvy, An Qingli is certainly not afraid of anyone.

So An Qingli also followed Aunt Mo, swinging the hammer slowly while listening carefully.

A few little ones yawned again and again, and the sound of the hammer was so slow that one wanted to doze off.

But the slower you are, the more you will show your skills and skills.

After another two months, the enchantment of the blacksmith shop was finally opened again, and this time a middle-aged woman who still had a charm came out.

That woman vaguely looks like Mrs. Mo, but she is younger than Mrs. Mo, like Mrs. Mo's long-lost daughter.

"Miss?" The owner of the Immortal Talisman Shop leaned over and asked in a low voice. Their identities as Taoist couples have not been disclosed to the public.

Because selling inferior talismans is often picked on by people, I don't want to involve the shop next door.

Aunt Mo generally ignores reality.

"Hmm." Aunt Mo, who was a little fat, winked at her.

"Ha!" The owner of Xianfu burst into joy.

An Qingli was holding a hammer in the blacksmith's shop, hammering slowly, intermittently.

Some people finally saw An Qingli appear, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister An!"

Two yamen officials in plain clothes came to the blacksmith's shop as soon as they got the news.

The scene in front of them made them unbelievable.

Their Sister An, who has the appearance of an immortal emperor, is actually working hard in a blacksmith's shop, swinging a sledgehammer.

What can you do with a sledgehammer!
Don't delay their Sister An's progress towards Daluo Jinxian!
"Sister An, if you are being coerced, tell our brothers!" The two were filled with righteous indignation.

"There is no coercion. Repayment of debts is justified." An Qingli said calmly, raised a big unpretentious sledgehammer, and fell heavily on the red iron embryo, making a long buzzing sound.

"That's just right and proper." Aunt Mo smacked on the second grade of immortals and laughed hoarsely, "Also, here, there is no Mr. An in your yamen, only the big hammer An in the blacksmith's shop. .”

Ann Sledgehammer?
An Qingli looked embarrassed, and retorted: "There is no An Sledgehammer, only An Qingli, Master An, or Sister An."

However, the nickname "An Sledgehammer", like the gold-lettered signboard "Mother Mo", was passed on resoundingly.

Surprising!
It is indeed strange!
In Kaiyang Mansion, most of the stunning women and men belong to the Xianjia Pavilion, doing the easiest work and receiving the most coveted monthly salary.

However, the first-class beauty recognized by the Xianjia Pavilion was sweating profusely in the hot blacksmith's shop.

Those young masters who don't have to worry about eating and drinking got together, waved their fans, and said proudly: "Let's go, buy fairy artifacts in the blacksmith's shop, and go see the beauties by the way."

Everyone laughed, knowing it well.

Seeing the beauty is real, buying fairy artifacts is just a matter of course.

As for the first-class beauties, they can be happy for a day or two just by looking at them.

This time it was Mr. Chen's family who gathered a few rich young masters who were born and bred.

This Mr. Chen's father and mother are Flying Ascension Cultivators, and his parents are excellent. He was born in the upper realm and enjoyed the blessings accordingly.

Those few wealthy young masters, parents or grandparents are also local golden immortals or Daluo golden immortals.

In the Upper Realm, if a family wants to be prominent, it also pays attention to high-level combat power.

Especially if a Daluo Jinxian can be born in the family, and a Daluo Jinxian can live for more than [-] to [-] years.

So as long as there is a Daluo Jinxian sitting in town, he can protect countless generations of descendants and ensure the prosperity of the family for hundreds of thousands of years.

Several rich young masters entered the blacksmith shop with their heads held high.

An Qingli held a five-foot-tall hammer and struck a small iron embryo the size of a fist.

The young men of rich families were not bums, so of course they didn't show too much frivolity.

However, the spiritual sense was buzzing, this young lady newly recruited by Aunt Mo's iron shop is indeed a first-class talent.

She is still hard-working, diligent and conscientious, and she is honest and responsible at first glance, a good woman who is suitable for IKEA.

It's just that the nickname is a bit ugly. Why is she called "An Dahammer" for such a beautiful little lady.

An Qingli ignored these people, her indifferent expression of hospitality was similar to Aunt Mo's.

Aunt Mo is not here, because a lot of goods have been sold recently, and she is going to several other mansions to choose better refining materials.

"Girl." Someone said gracefully, "What new products do you have in this shop, please introduce one or two for my five brothers."