Hearing this, Jiang Su quickly checked his body, and with the help of his spiritual energy, he found that there was indeed a spherical body in his lower Dantian.
The size of this sphere was just like the elixirs she usually made, and it was completely black, with purple in the black. At first glance, she thought she had become a personal alchemy furnace.
"What is your golden elixir like?" Jiang Su asked with an expressionless face and tilted her head.
Xiao Shiyu grinned, put down the hand on Jiang Su's shoulder, walked around her and looked at her: "Of course it's gold, otherwise why would it be called a golden elixir? If it's silver, it's called a silver elixir. You
Why don’t you remember this common sense? Are you stupid for forming pills?"
Hearing this, Jiang Su turned his head and rolled his eyes, turned around and left, not really wanting to pay attention to him.
Xiao Shiyu quickly caught up with her and said, "Okay, okay, second boss, where are you going in such a hurry?" He tried to wrap his arms around Jiang Su again.
Jiang Su bent down slightly this time and jumped out from under Xiao Shiyu's arm. Without looking back, he said: "Go and set up a stall in the corner outside. By the way, don't tell others that I have formed a pill."
Xiao Shiyu stopped and his eyes met with light and dark. He looked at Jiang Su walking out and felt strange in his heart.
Although Jiang Sutong's attitude was always lively on weekdays, that gentle temperament was nowhere to be seen today, and instead gave him a sharp feeling.
Could it be that she is in the rebellious stage like what Fu Feng said?
And her pill formation. At that time, the spiritual power surged toward her like a whirlpool, and the whole forest trembled. How come it disappeared silently after just a few breaths.
He had indeed heard that there were some characters in the world of cultivation who had never been hit by thunder all the way up, but those were all legendary characters.
But...this junior sister of mine is only fifteen years old.
It is rare to form a pill at the age of fifteen!
Could it be that...his junior sister is...the son of luck?!
Xiao Shiyu opened his mouth in shock and hurriedly covered it with his hands to prevent himself from screaming.
He usually likes the story books sold among mortals the most. Mortals write about the ups and downs of love and hatred in the world of cultivation from their perspective, and the protagonists of those stories are all called sons of fate.
When Xiao Shiyu thought about this, his eyes immediately widened, and the surprise on his face was definitely fake.
"Then my Yusu Hall is about to become prosperous! If one person can ascend to heaven like a chicken or a dog, I, Xiao Shiyu, am so good at making friends, hahahahahaha."
After saying that, he happily turned around and walked towards the storage room.
Jiang Su came to a magic weapon shop in the west of the town and found a familiar corner to put her things down. She didn't sell medicine at the entrance of Su Yutang, otherwise the spirit stones she earned would be half of Xiao Shiyu's.
She skillfully took out her old red cloth from the medicine box and spread it on the ground. She also placed the various low-level elixirs she had prepared on it.
Low-level elixirs are the lower-grade red elixirs and blue elixirs in the world of cultivation. Because their principles, methods, and elixirs have been thoroughly studied by medical practitioners of all generations, they are relatively cheap.
Alchemists and medical practitioners prefer to refine some innovative elixirs, such as Jiang Su's watermelon-flavored Bigu Pill.
Jiang Su put his cover up against the wall. On the front it said "Help the world and save people, ten articles at a time", and on the back it said "Build foundations and heal, spiritual stones are good to ask for."
Looking at the words "Building Foundation" in front of him, Jiang Su realized that he should change his cover. The fee for Jindan medical repair could no longer be charged ten coins and a few spiritual stones.
Her net worth has increased! She wants more money!
"But the black golden elixir is not a good thing no matter how you look at it, so we still can't make it public."
Jiang Su took out the futon, closed her eyes and meditated. She also needed to think carefully about her golden elixir. This matter was too strange.
"Senior brother, this is a medical cultivator! She also has a spiritual elixir."
A beautiful lady walked toward Jiang Su, holding a lantern-shaped magic weapon in her hand. She was dressed in brocade and jade robes, with hidden talismans inlay. As she walked, she turned back and tugged on the sleeve of another male cultivator.
When Jiang Su heard this, he opened his eyes and thought: Rich people are easy to kill.
The two stopped in front of Jiang Su's stall: "How do the spiritual storage pills from medical practitioners compare with the spiritual storage pills from our alchemy practitioners?" His senior brother asked himself in a low voice after hearing this.
He lowered his head slightly and looked down at Jiang Su's elixir, with the pride of a young monk in his eyes.
Monks can use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to make people stronger. They can go up to the sky, move mountains and move the sea, and go down to the earth to attract fire and send out spirits. People who become monks at a young age naturally have pretentious ideas.
Especially those who are new to Taoism.
The female cultivator held her senior brother's hand, raised her head and stared into his senior brother's eyes, with a smile that couldn't be concealed, and praised, "Of course we are better at alchemy cultivation."
Jiang Suwu said that medicine has not been separated since ancient times. Medical practice draws in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to diagnose the movement of the five elements of all things. Alchemy practice draws in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and reshapes the five elements in one elixir. One of the two is indispensable.
The monk realized that it was inappropriate to say that in front of someone else's stall, so he simply pulled his junior sister away. His voice was not quiet at all, and Jiang Su could still hear it from a distance.
"Junior sister, let me tell you, although this Shifang Sect has some medical immortals and sword immortals, they don't have much power in the alchemy world. Even if the water of the Medical Immortal River flows, when they see our master, they will call out to the Immortal Lord."
The young monk deliberately let the people around him hear him, and the pride on his face could hardly be suppressed.
The female cultivator smiled sweetly and said in a charming way: "Then why did we come to Hongfeng Town because of Master Bailuo's reputation?" After saying that, she rested her head on the male cultivator's shoulder.
Suddenly, a hatchet struck the outer wall of the shop next to the monk in an incomprehensible manner. The blade of the knife sank deeply into the white wall. The monk felt his scalp go cold, and subconsciously reached out to touch it. His hand unexpectedly came from his hair and
It went through the entire scalp.
The top of his head was shaved off.
"Ah, my hair!" He could no longer pretend to be mature and steady. He was as frightened as a monkey on a vaulting horse. He looked around and shouted angrily: "Who did it! Whose knife! Who wants to kill me!"
The market was silent for a while.
Her junior sister looked at her senior brother's smooth head with disbelief, even faintly shining in the sunlight.
"Senior brother..." She quickly covered her hair, fearing that she would also be injured by someone else's flying knife.
"Are you dead?" Jiang Su asked indifferently. She was still sitting in the corner, her dark green robe almost blending into the shadow of the wall.
The young monk looked at Jiang Su and took a look at the foundation building written on the cover on her wall, "Is it your sword? It was you who sneaked up on me!"
Jiang Su straightened his clothes, his face was tightly covered by soap gauze, chuckled lightly, and said:
"If an alchemy cultivator doesn't know medicine, he's like a blind man walking at night, not in trouble. But if a medical cultivator doesn't know medicine, he's just using two knives to defraud people of their money, and has no moral character at all." Her words were sharp and her words penetrated deeply.
"I'm an average alchemist, and I only know a thing or two about pharmacology, so how do you think I control this second "sword"?" Jiang Su curled up the corner of his mouth, but stared at it through the soap gauze.
Follow this person.
A seven-inch silver needle floated in the air, and the next second, it suddenly stabbed him between the eyebrows.
Since he was thought to be killed, if he didn't take action, wouldn't he be living up to his good intentions?
Never open your mouth again if you can't control it.