Old Disciple Tong

When the woman saw the man below, she suddenly thought of her husband. Could it be that his husband had refined elixirs for others and defeated them all, and was beaten to death by others in the end, right?

There have been many cases when my husband was beaten to refine alchemy before. He had persuaded him many times to give up the Taoist elixir industry, but my husband was obsessed with refining alchemy and refused to give up, and he had no choice but to accompany him.

Now that someone has died, isn’t this heartbreaking for me?

"Husband! Husband!" At this time, the woman quickly rolled out the man in the pit with spiritual power and looked carefully. She saw if this person had a great breath.

The flesh and blood were blurred, and after watching it, I felt a trace of vitality. The bones were still repairing themselves. The woman was immediately overjoyed. Regardless of whether this person was his husband or not, it would be better if he could be saved.

Bang! Just as the woman identified the corpse, a sound of a furnace blowing came from the Taoist temple.

When the woman heard this familiar voice, her face suddenly stretched out, she quickly put down the man with white bones and rushed into the Taoist temple.

At this moment, a man was lying on the ground with his back facing the sky. The Taoist crown on his head had disappeared and turned into a thunderbolt head shape. His clothes were broken and his face was covered in darkness.

"Oh! I failed again, I failed again." The man sighed. All ten pairs of herbs were defeated. This must be the rhythm of compensation. If he couldn't take it out, he would definitely suffer from flesh and blood.

"Husband! Husband!" When the woman saw her husband here, she immediately ran in happily.

"Madam, I failed again, I am ashamed! It would be fine if the same alchemy monks look down on me, but now even those sect monks look down on me." The man kept sighing.

"Husband! It's okay, I can collect the spirit grass without it. If it really doesn't work, let's go together, as long as you are alive." The woman said excitedly.

"It's better to be a wife. I'm content to meet someone like her in this life." The man felt guilty and slowly got up.

"Husband, it's good to be alive. I just saw a big deep pit at the door, with a half-dead monk inside. I thought it was you! I was scared to death at that time."

The woman's heart was still accelerating even more when she thought about it.

"What? Where? Take me to see!" The man stood up immediately, not blamed his wife for suspected it was him. He was indeed very likely to be beaten up.

"It's right at the door!" The woman also stood up at this time and walked out quickly with her husband.

The man on the ground who was making bones was Feng Yang. Originally, Feng Yang could not have fallen into the Star Land, and would have floated in the void forever until Feng Yang woke up or was destroyed.

However, Feng Yang encountered a space storm before, and directly swept it here, then fell down.

The treasure that protects Feng Yang is naturally the "Time Plate". Although Feng Yang cannot communicate and control this treasure, it is the storage of the Time Plate, and it is impossible for him to give up Feng Yang.

"Madam! This person is so injured. Come with me to bring him into the house. You are still angry." The third-grade alchemist was also enthusiastic. He hurriedly used his spiritual power to sweep Feng Yang and then carried him into the room.

After entering the room, the man placed Feng Yang on the bed and placed more than a dozen spirit stones around him.

Although this is one of the few spirit stones for men, they are not stingy in saving people.

"Husband, there are too few spirit stones. You see, he has space rings in his hand, so why not take some out!" The woman didn't have a few spirit stones on her body. She has been accompanying her husband to refine elixirs for so many years, and she is getting poorer and poorer as she trains.

"No! No matter how poor I am, this is his personal property. No matter how poor I am, I will never do such a thing." The alchemist was very strong and refused.

"Yeah! I'll listen to my husband." The woman nodded quickly.

"Madam, don't worry, I have pills here, which are easier to use than spirit stones."

While speaking, the man quickly took out a jade bottle and poured out six Qi-nourishing pills. This is the second-grade Qi-nourishing pill, which is very precious to say.

Soon the man crushed the Qi-raising pill and carefully placed it in Feng Yang's still broken lips.

After doing this, the man finally breathed a sigh of relief and knew that this man would not die.

"Madam, let's go outside to talk." The man turned and left the room.

"Husband! Why don't you continue to refine elixirs? I'll take care of this person. This time I have collected a lot of spiritual herbs, which can be used to make two more furnaces." The woman smiled and pointed to the ring.

"Madam, thank you for your hard work. Thank you for your unyielding resignation for so many years. I believe I will stick to it." The man smiled.

"Uh!" The woman suddenly staggered in her heart, thinking to herself when will you give up! We can live a few days of stable life, and I really don't know if we can persist if we continue like this.

"I believe my husband will definitely have a day to stand out and will be proud in front of your seniors in the future." The woman forced a smile.

At this moment, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator fell outside the Taoist temple. This man looked fat and big, and very rich.

"Master Niu Chen, how is my third-grade elixir refining?" The man asked boldly after entering the door.

After hearing the man's voice, the couple at the door of the room suddenly trembled in their hearts, especially Master Niu Chen, who felt extremely uncomfortable at this moment.

"Brother Dao! Please come in quickly." Niu Chen is a late-stage cultivator of the Jindan stage, and his wife is also a late-stage Jindan stage. When she saw the man coming here, she hurriedly greeted him politely.

"Master Niu Chen, you need to be polite. How has my pill been refined?" The man felt a little sank when he saw Niu Chen's face, as if he had guessed something.

"Cough cough!" Niu Chen immediately coughed twice.

Then he said, "Brother Dao! Because of some small things before, all ten furnaces of elixirs were useless." Niu Chen suddenly turned red when he spoke. This sentence was really hard to speak. If he hadn't given this old face, he wouldn't have said it.

"What? It's all ruined?" The man shivered in anger.

"Yes!" Niu Chen lowered his head and nodded, feeling really unfair to face it.

"You? Are you a third-grade alchemist? If you don't wear this outfit and cheat, you're still talking about the disciple of the ninth-grade alchemy ancestor Tong Lao. Aren't you cheating people? No, you must compensate me."

The monk was furious and wanted to slap him a few times, even if it was a furnace of elixirs!

"I am indeed Mr. Tong's disciple. Fellow Taoist is angry. I will think of a way and never get angry." The man said hurriedly.

"Bah! You are Mr. Tong's disciple, why are you so thick-skinned?" The Nascent Soul monk gritted his teeth in hatred, and at this time he just wanted to hit someone.

"Senior, please calm down. I still have a few rare ores here, which is considered to be a compensation for you." The woman knew that her husband would be beaten if she was accidentally killed. This was not uncommon, so she hurriedly took out the few rare ores in the ring.
Chapter completed!