Rebellious Contract Beast

Chapter 129 Betting You Are a Good Person
As soon as he entered the alchemy hall, Shen Yi saw an outer disciple making a cup of tea for Bian Daoqing who was lying on the bamboo chair. After Bian Daoqing took it, he raised the fingers of his other hand. head, backed out.

After sweeping around, Shen Yi lay down on the side and looked around. There was no pill fire under today's pill stove that looked as soft as silk. Bian Daoqing lay on the bamboo chair and closed his eyes without any movement. There was no alchemy for a while.

As if aware of Shen Yi's gaze, Bian Daoqing raised his hand again, opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "I'll take a rest first, and I will refine alchemy later."

Hearing this, Shen Yi stretched out his tongue and licked his gums. Seeing that Bian Daoqing fell asleep on the bamboo chair after finishing speaking, he simply squinted his eyes and lay comfortably on his stomach waiting for whoring for nothing.

It took about two quarters of an hour, that is, half an hour, before Shen Yi saw Bian Daoqing stand up from the bamboo chair and staggered towards the medicine cabinet.

He didn't let Shen Yi go to sort the medicinal materials, he opened one of the grids on the medicine cabinet, took out a cloth bag from it, and walked directly towards the alchemy furnace.

Thanks to the efforts of all the disciples yesterday, all the medicinal materials in the medicine cabinet have been distributed in proportion, and the required materials can be easily taken away for any elixir that needs to be refined.

Under Shen Yi's gaze, Bian Daoqing untied the cloth bag, put the medicinal materials inside it one by one, and then lay down on the bamboo chair and closed his eyes.

Half an hour later, he got up and put the formed pill into the tray, but he didn't proceed to the next furnace immediately, and lay back on the bamboo chair and went straight to sleep.

In short, Bian Daoqing's alchemy efficiency was much slower than before. Usually, he could fill three trays with the pills he trained in a day, but half of it has passed today, and even half of a tray is not full.

Occasionally someone passed by outside, Shen Yi eavesdropped on their conversation.

It is said that Bian Daoqing's alchemy efficiency in the early years was nearly ten times faster than it is now. He is not only an alchemist, but also a genius in cultivation.

Before the age of 16, he practiced to the straight stage of epidemic prevention.

But it's a pity, everything about him was destroyed after the Ming Festival. A D-level contracted beast not only didn't help him, but also slowed down his training speed. It's not just about building a platform.

The level of the contracted beast is too low, it is difficult to share too much erosion for him.

The God of Standby was completely overwhelmed by the epidemic, and that was the day when Bian Daoqing lost his soul.

In Wuchuan, the imperial city of Daliang, there are already alchemists from Jiyuan Division who are ready to come to Qingyuanzong to take up their posts at any time.

Judging by the weather outside, it should be afternoon now.

"It's almost the time of You?" Shen Yi thought to himself, logically he had already left at this time, and the reason why he stayed here was because the elixir refined in the alchemy furnace was Yun Beast Pill.

After waiting for a long time, it seemed that the pill was almost ready, Bian Daoqing stood up again, striding forward to the front of the pill stove.

Just like in the past, pills flew out of the pill furnace one by one, and flew into the tray under his control to arrange them automatically.

Before walking back, he looked at Shen Yi, "Here, here it is for you."

Seeing this, Shen Yi quickly walked over and opened his mouth. Bian Daoqing threw in the elixir. The surface of the Yun Beast elixir was smoking, and it was hot and fresh.

Bian Daoqing raised his hand and squeezed his fist, as if he was feeling his current strength. Finally, the wrinkled skin and flesh on his face trembled rapidly. He was smiling, but it was very bitter.

"It came earlier than the old man imagined, and the altar began to crack. I hope I can die during the day, not at night."

After speaking, he shook his head and walked towards the bamboo chair with his hands behind his back.

While walking, he still said: "When I was young, I always felt that I still had a lot of time. This day passes so slowly... Sigh~ Now that I think about it, time flies so fast... Tsk tsk, I would have known that this old man would not I should promise that old man surnamed Wu, this guy died more than ten years earlier than this old man, really..."

"At the beginning, I should have gone to Cangzhou to marry his mother's four or five wives and concubines in Xichong. When I grow old, I should at least have someone to keep me company, so I won't be lonely and helpless now."

"It's too late to regret it now!"

"Let's make it again..."

Finally seeing Bian Daoqing working hard, he turned around and threw the ingredients needed for the next batch of pills into the pill furnace before he lay back on the bamboo chair.

This time he lay down on the bamboo chair with great force, and the bamboo chair shook quickly, making a creaking sound.

He closed his eyes tiredly, and just as Shen Yi was about to leave, two outer disciples came from the outside and came to the shelf where the trays were placed to take a look, and the next moment they both frowned.

One of them turned his head and glanced at Bian Daoqing who was lying on the bamboo chair, and quickly turned around and whispered something.

Shen Yi's ears moved, and he heard clearly what the two of them were talking about.

It is nothing more than the fact that Bian Daoqing refined too little medicine today, not enough for the Shitang to consume.

Although Bian Daoqing is an expatriate of the Qingyuan Sect and does not completely belong to the Qingyuan Sect, his status is not low. In a way, he is no different from those peak master-level existences, and his rights are naturally not small.

If he provoked him, he could beat his disciple to death with a whip.

After complaining softly, the two outer disciples hurriedly carried their trays and were about to go out, but just as they stepped forward, Bian Daoqing, who had his eyes closed, suddenly stopped them.

"stop!"

The bodies of the two trembled, thinking that the other party had heard what they just said, they turned their heads around in horror, and said in a trembling voice: "Elder Bian, this disciple didn't mean to..."

Before they finished speaking, Bian Daoqing interrupted their conversation.

"Come someone, go to the back yard and help the old man pour a cup of tea."

When they heard this, both of them felt relieved, but soon became tense again.

In the decades since Bian Daoqing came to Qingyuanzong, quite a few disciples died at his hands. Looking at this situation now, they are about to die. Who knows what methods he will use to torture himself.

So the two disciples looked at each other, wanting each other to pour tea for Bian Daoqing, but before they could make a decision, Bian Daoqing said again, "Hurry up, don't keep me waiting!"

"Cough cough cough...uh cough cough cough...cough, hiss..."

After finishing speaking, he coughed several times. Before one of the two disciples could react, he was pushed back by the other disciple. When he regained consciousness, the other party who came with him had already slipped away. ran away.

For a moment, the disciple wanted to cry but had no tears, so he could only put the tray back to its original position and walked to the courtyard behind the alchemy hall.

At this moment, Shen Yi had already walked towards the door, but when he passed in front of Bian Daoqing, he heard the other party's voice stop.

"It's a bit early to go back today."

Shen Yi looked at him and nodded, but Bian Daoqing closed his eyes, so he didn't know if he could see or not.

"Go back, go back."

Bian Daoqing raised his hand and waved it, but did not open his eyes, but seeing his action, Shen Yi hesitated. The situation of Lao Deng had changed in recent days. Although what the other party said was nice, Shen Yi couldn't Not sure how long he will live.

After all, his God of Destiny is only a middle-grade D-level, and the God of Destiny who has contracted to this level is almost equivalent to missing the rank of knowledge in this life for the Master.

However, Bian Daoqing forcibly cultivated to the level of knowledge, and the price he paid was very high.

Although the masters of the ranks can live at least 150 years, but the master and the god of life intersect, but few psychics can live to their limit age.

As for the reason, it is also very simple, there are no more than two kinds. The first one is that the existence of high-level destiny gods will definitely not be willing to stop at the current state, and people should go to high places.

And the second type, the level of the God of Destiny determines how far the master can go on this road of practice. Once the practice reaches the limit, the God of Destiny will not be able to bear the epidemic before they die of old age.

The result can only be to lose one's soul.

It seems that Bian Daoqing is not even 60 years old now, and he has done his best to live up to now.

Maybe if Shen Yi comes over tomorrow, the alchemist will be another person.

To other contracted beasts, the pestilence is an outright poison, but to Shen Yi, the pestilence is a kind of tonic. From the perspective of perception, this pestilence does not seem like a negative energy.

It is not difficult to help him share the epidemic, but the problem is...

Just when Shen Yi was hesitating, the disciple who had entered the back yard before came back, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and came to Bian Daoqing's side.

I don't know if it was because of being too nervous, Bian Daoqing opened his eyes, and just raised his hand to pick it up, the disciple's hands trembling while holding the tea, accidentally, "click", the teacup fell to the ground, into pieces.

The scalding tea burned the disciple's hands red, and Bian Daoqing was also stunned, frowning.

"Can't do this well?"

The disciple hurriedly knelt down, "Elder Bian...I..."

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and make me another cup?"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The disciple quickly stood up, turned around and trotted into the yard.

Shen Yi took a look, walked around the screen and walked outside.

And Bian Daoqing took a deep breath. As he was old, he saw things more clearly. He knew that he would not live long now, and others felt that his majesty as an alchemist was gone?

He licked his dry mouth with his tongue, and felt an inexplicable anger rushing upwards. Although he suppressed it in time, his skin was turning dark red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then from dark red to red. Slowly darken!

"Uh..." He immediately sensed the strangeness and wanted to say something, but there was only a hoarse hum from his throat.

He wanted to stand up, but his body seemed to be getting out of his control. He could raise his arms at first, but soon they fell down, and he could only lift his fingers.

There was a feeling of squeezing, but he couldn't see anything. It was a feeling of squeezing from his consciousness. His body was pushing his consciousness out!
Struggling, Bian Daoqing accidentally fell from the bamboo chair and lay flat on the ground, only making small movements.

At the same time, the soft flame at the base of the pill furnace also became unstable and began to dance crazily. After a while, the fine smoke above the pill furnace turned from white to black!

The disciples from the outer sect who entered the yard to re-brew the tea and came in saw Bian Daoqing who was on the ground at some time, and were stunned at the same place, at a loss.

"Elder Bian...you...what's wrong with you? Are you all right?"

He walked forward, and it was neither good nor bad to help, he also knew the situation of losing the soul, but he didn't know how to deal with it without any experience.

And the voice from his mouth quickly attracted Shen Yi's attention.

"What's the matter?" He turned around and glanced back, then walked forward suspiciously, and opened his mouth slightly after he avoided the screen to see what was going on.

If Shen Yi is a human being now, then his brows are already wrinkled.

He can help others share the epidemic, but what makes him hesitate is that he has never heard of a contracted beast like himself in this world!

It's as if all the people in the world are suffering from a strange disease, but I am a special existence who can help others cure such a disease. If this situation is discovered by others, shouldn't they be dragged into slices for research?
Bian Daoqing, the old man, gave Shen Yi a good impression, he really didn't want to see him die.

But if you want to help him, you have to take risks, but how can you effectively avoid risks?

Shen Yi couldn't think of a better way.

And the way he thought of avoiding risks at first was to rely on the rarity of Grade A contracted beasts.

After all, many people don't know him as a western dragon, and he is listed as a new Class-A contracted beast. There are too few Class-A contracted beasts. In the void of beast spirit world or in the present material world, the Class-A contracted beast he has seen There is only one super contracted beast.

Class A contracted beasts are so rare, is it possible that there is a contracted beast that can help others share the epidemic, but sharing the epidemic itself will also pay a price?
That's why, Shen Yi asked the old hag how to write the word "A" in this world.

But this is not reliable!
The old hag has a contract with her. Although this contract is very tricky for Shen Yi, it has to be said that the existence of this contract allows both parties to have a basis of trust, but it is different for others, sharing the epidemic for others Regardless of whether you will pay the price or not, letting people know is not a good thing after all.

Generally speaking, it depends on the character of the other party.

But to Shen Yi, Bian Daoqing was far from knowing people's face and heart.

After a few breaths, Bian Daoqing, who was lying on the ground, twitched violently. He didn't know where he got the strength. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the ankle of the outer disciple in front of him, opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice: "Quick! Go quickly!" ..."

"Elder Bian... what am I going to do?"

"Anshen Pill! I...I want Anshen Pill! Hurry... hurry and get it to me!"

In a panic, this disciple could only temporarily put down his teacup and look for the so-called Anshen Pill, but how did he know what Anshen Pill was?Even if he knew about Anshen Pill, he didn't know where Bian Daoqing put it, so he became at a loss after taking a step.

Shen Yi struggled a bit, gritted her teeth, and touched Bian Daoqing with her senses to connect with him!
"Made! You old Deng, I bet you are a good person today, you better not let me down!"

The moment the consciousness was connected with the other party, Shen Yi immediately drilled into his body. Of course, Shen Yi couldn't get in without the consent of the other party's consciousness. This was just to arouse his idea. .

Sure enough, after feeling the strangeness coming from the altar, Bian Daoqing immediately realized something, and suddenly looked at Shen Yi, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, as if he had grasped the only life-saving straw!
But he didn't call Shen Yi first, but stopped the disciple.

"...uh... ah! Stop!"

"What's the matter, Elder Bian? Where did you put the Anshen Pill?"

"Get out!"

Bian Daoqing straightened up with difficulty, shouted angrily, and lay straight on the ground after saying this sentence.

(End of this chapter)