I couldn't afford the bride price, so I had to marry the Demon Sect Saintess

Chapter 32 The Magic Broth

The next day, early morning.

"Wake up."

Qin Gengyun opened his eyes with difficulty, and Qiu Zhihe's delicate and indifferent little round face appeared in front of his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, I'll sleep for another stick of incense, just one stick of incense!"

Qin Gengyun practiced for a whole day yesterday, and finally produced [-] bags. He didn't go to bed until the third quarter of the Yin hour, and he only slept for an hour now.

Continuing to make alchemy like this is really consuming too much spiritual power and consciousness. At this moment, Qin Gengyun is extremely tired and can hardly keep his eyes open.

After all, he has just become a first-tier alchemist, and being able to refine twenty bags of pills in one day is considered a rapid progress.

But the spiritual power and spiritual consciousness are not deep enough, and they can't support it.

Whoa!
The quilt on his body was thrown off at once, and his body was directly dragged off the bed.

If you don't wake up now, you have to wake up.

"Friend Qiu, you"

Qin Gengyun was about to speak, but saw Qiu Zhihe had already walked into the kitchen.

"Come in and eat."

Qin Gengyun had no choice but to go into the kitchen, where there was spiritual porridge and a basket of steamed stuffed buns on the table.

"Friend Qiu, did you go out to buy breakfast so early?"

Although Qiu Zhihe looked indifferent, if she hadn't provided the Qinglingcao and pushed himself constantly these days, he might not have been able to improve so fast.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Qiu."

Qin Gengyun solemnly thanked her, Qiu Zhihe bowed his head to drink porridge and ignored her, Qin Gengyun smiled and sat down to eat.

The two finished their breakfast in silence. Under Qiu Zhihe's cold eyes, Qin Gengyun didn't dare to delay at all, and sat down in front of the alchemy furnace again to continue alchemy.

He refined twenty bags of Qingfeng powder yesterday, and at this speed, he could refine two hundred bags on the tenth day.

But Qin Gengyun knew in his heart that this was not the case.

Because on the first day alone, he felt that his spiritual power and consciousness were almost exhausted.

If you want to fully recover, you have to rest for a day.

But of course it would be too late.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and continue.

In the early morning of the second day, at Yin time, Qin Gengyun finally refined another twenty bags.

At this moment, he was already dizzy and his whole body was sore and limp. This was a sign of extreme exhaustion of consciousness and depletion of aura.

Qin Gengyun couldn't hold on anymore, climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep immediately after touching the pillow.

I don't know how long I slept, but a strong fragrance pierced into my nostrils, which actually caused a trace of spiritual energy to surge up in the nearly exhausted spiritual field in my body.

Qin Gengyun opened his eyes and opened his mouth subconsciously: "It smells so good."

Qiu Zhihe's voice came from beside him: "Get up and eat."

Qin Gengyun got up and walked into the kitchen. He saw a pot of broth on the table. The soup was rich and the meat shimmered slightly. The soup was sprinkled with green onion, star anise, fennel, pepper and other spices.

The aroma smelled outside is already very tempting, but when one smells it closer, there is a kind of comfort that penetrates the soul, which makes the index finger move.

This is definitely no ordinary spirit meat!

Qin Gengyun looked at Qiu Zhihe in surprise: "Friend Qiu, what kind of meat is this?"

Qiu Zhihe said: "Chen Daoyou said that if you want to stew meat soup, you need to buy high-grade spirit meat."

Qin Gengyun was puzzled, what grade of spirit and flesh could have such a fragrance, and just smelling it could restore the lost spiritual power?

Qiu Zhihe glanced at him, her almond eyes were cold: "If you don't eat, I'll fall."

"Eat, eat!"

Qin Gengyun sat down quickly, filled a bowl, took a tentative sip, his eyes lit up instantly, and immediately began to work hard.

The broth was so fragrant, and Qin Gengyun could clearly feel the rapid recovery of spiritual power and consciousness after every mouthful of meat.

After drinking a bowl, Qin Gengyun found that Qiu Zhihe was still sitting quietly. He asked:

"Friend Qiu, don't you want to eat?"

Qiu Zhihe shook his head, and urged in a cold voice: "Hurry up and finish the medicine."

Qin Gengyun understood that Qiu Zhihe specially cooked this pot of broth for him to help restore spiritual power.

There is a good wife at home!
Qin Gengyun was moved and continued to bury his head in eating meat.

Soon, Qin Gengyun ate up the pot of spirit broth, leaving not even a drop of soup.

Qin Gengyun cupped his hands towards Qiu Zhihe: "Friend Qiu, I'm going to make alchemy right away, thank you!"

Qiu Zhihe nodded expressionlessly, and when Qin Gengyun walked out of the kitchen, she looked at the pot where there was not a drop of soup left, and the corners of her mouth slightly turned up.

At this time, there was a mournful howl from outside the house:
"Who the hell stole my spirit mastiff! My Gale!!"

Qin Gengyun asked strangely: "Isn't this Meng Yu next door? His spirit mastiff was actually stolen?"

Meng Yu was still howling outside: "Whoever stole my Gale, I will curse your family to die!"

Qin Gengyun shook his head, ignored it, and concentrated on alchemy.

For the next few days, Qin Gengyun didn't leave the house, and kept making alchemy inside the house.

Whenever his spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness are exhausted, Qiu Zhihe will stew the high-grade spiritual broth for him to eat.

In this way, to the ninth day.

In front of the bronze furnace, Qin Gengyun opened his eyes.

"It's done!"

Open the alchemy furnace, put the piles of shimmering particles inside into bags, and there are thirty bags in full.

In the first few days, Qin Gengyun could only put in four plants of Qinglingcao at a time, and refine twenty bags of Qingfengsan.

On the fifth day, Qin Gengyun was able to put in five plants of Qingling grass at a time, and refine 25 bags of Qingfeng powder.

On the seventh day, Qin Gengyun had invested six plants at a time and produced thirty bags.

In this way, Qin Gengyun completed the original ten-day deadline in nine days.

Such a speed was something he never dared to imagine before.

At the same time, Qin Gengyun can feel that his alchemy experience has improved a lot, and next time he can try to refine a real "spiritual pill" instead of this low-level "spiritual powder".

"Friend Qiu, I'm done!"

Qin Gengyun walked into the kitchen excitedly, only to see another pot of broth on the table.

"Have a meal."

Qiu Zhihe said calmly.

"it is good."

Qin Gengyun smiled, sat down, filled a bowl, ate two mouthfuls, looked up in surprise:

"Friend Qiu, why does the broth taste different today than it did a few days ago?"

Qiu Zhihe said: "I added a few herbs."

Qin Gengyun had an ominous premonition in his heart: "What medicinal material?"

Qiu Zhihe glanced at him: "Aphrodisiac medicine."

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Two hours later.

[Husband and wife relationship: 15/100.The stage of the relationship between husband and wife: still need to run in.Bonus: 1]

[Acquired practice points: 3]

【Name: Qin Gengyun】

【Lifetime: 35/40】

[Cultivation level: three levels of Qi training, 11/500]

[Skill: Tier 53 Alchemist, 200/[-]]

[Spiritual roots: low-grade fire-type spiritual roots (59/100), low-grade ice-type spiritual roots (66/100)]

[Available practice points: 24]

Qin Gengyun's waist was sore, he looked sideways at Qiu Zhihe who was lying with his back facing him, and sighed helplessly.

"Plow, plow, add some."

(End of this chapter)