"Huh~, I've finally finished all of it, I'm sorry!"

After putting away the last pot of elixir, Zhou Ming took out 17 bottles of elixir from it and put them in a storage bag. As for the rest, he would take it without hesitation.

With ten pills, he obtained a total of 183 Peiyuan Pills. Overall, the success rate reached 90%.

As an alchemist, there is only one advantage. After the task is completed, the remaining spiritual herbs will belong to the alchemist.

In the world of immortal cultivation, an alchemist usually needs to refine a furnace of elixirs, and at least three parts of the materials are required.

After putting away the remaining elixirs, Zhou Ming sat on the cushion and started practicing. It was not good to refine the alchemy too quickly, so he had to hide the basics.

"No one thanks you for your good things that are too easy to get. Only when you show difficulties will someone thank you. Children who can cry have milk. That's the reason."

One week later

Zhou Ming stopped practicing, and his magic power changed. In an instant, his body was sweating profusely and his eyes also showed fatigue.

After closing the magic circle, Zhou Ming walked out.

On the other hand, the moment he closed the magic circle, Na Yuanhuaqi hurried to the alchemy room.

So, after Zhou Ming opened the door, he saw Na Yuanhua outside the door.

Looking at him, Zhou Ming said with a tired look on his face: "Fellow Daoist Nayuan, fortunately, I have not been humiliated. This is the refined Peiyuan Pill."

After taking the storage bag, Na Yuanhua's spiritual sense swept, he could see the two extra bottles of pills in the storage bag.

I was stunned for a moment.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, this pill..."

Hearing him ask this, Zhou Ming certainly knew what he wanted to ask, so he asked in confusion: "What's wrong, fellow Taoist?! Is there something wrong with the elixir he refined?"

Seeing Zhou Ming like this, Na Yuanhua realized what he meant after thinking about it. This was the elixir for him.

After thinking it through, his eyes became much more cordial when he looked at Zhou Ming again.

In the past, although he was the manager of Lingdan Hall, he seemed very glorious, only they themselves knew the pain.

The alchemists worshipped by Lingdan Hall are all from sects and are proud. They usually don’t care about him. He wants to curry favor with others and is unwilling to pay attention to him.

After all, it was because he had no background and people looked down on him at all.

After all, no second-grade alchemist in Lingdan Hall was trained by various families since childhood, so how could he look down on him, a small manager?

This time, he showed his affection to Zhou Ming just to establish a relationship with him and make a good relationship.

But I didn't expect the reward to come so quickly.

"Haha, no problem, no problem, fellow Taoist has worked very hard for many days to refine alchemy. My treasured Qingshen tea can refresh my mind and relieve fatigue..."

......

After tasting the Qingshen Tea that Yuanhuans it blows, Zhou Ming went back to his residence.

"Spring spirit, summer cicadas, autumn fragrance, winter plum, I have seen the master x4"

As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Ming heard the greetings from the four girls.

Looking at the beautiful figures of the four girls, their beautiful faces, whether pure, full of spirituality, charming, or cold, Zhou Ming felt a sense of passion in his heart.

"Seeing that you are so well-behaved, then you four come in together. I want to take a shower and change clothes, and I will reward you tonight."

“Yes, Master!”

Hearing Zhou Ming's words, all kinds of thoughts flashed in the eyes of the four women lowering their heads.

Zhou Ming saw the eyes of several girls lowering their heads, including numbness, giving up, murderous intent, pain, sadness and other emotions.

Zhou Ming's heart was not fluctuating with the few people like this. The world was so cruel. Since he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, don't regret it.

Now, he is still in danger, so he has no time to care about their life and death.

They just bought the furnace and cauldrons that they paid for themselves. They were lucky to meet themselves because they would not collect yin and replenish yang from them, and then use up all their value and extract their souls to refine magic weapons.

He is not that inhumane, except for the enemy, of course.

night

Beautiful scenery, five people in the room.

The sound of the fingers, the candlelight suddenly disappeared, and the room fell into darkness, but to the monks, it was still like daytime.

For a moment, waves rolled in the room, and waves were blooming.

......

......

The next day

Looking at the girls who were still sleeping, Zhou Ming smiled.

If someone familiar with him at this moment, he will find that he has changed.

In the past, he showed his sharpness and murderous aura. No matter how well he concealed his expression, he still gave people a chilling feeling.

Now his temperament has become much softer and less sharp.

"The land of gentleness, heroic tomb, this sentence is really right. In just one night, he almost wiped out 10% of his murderous aura. Now, his strength has become a little weaker and he has lost a lot."

This may be the price of boys' transformation to men. (An old boy who is almost 50 years old)

The sun is on the verge of noon, and after a few girls wake up

I looked at each other and my face was a little unnatural, so I quickly put on my clothes.

When they thought of what happened last night, they felt ashamed, but there was nothing they could do. They couldn't resist Zhou Ming's words.

"Are you up?"

Hearing the movements of several people, Zhou Ming, who was practicing, opened his eyes and came to the bedside.

"Owner!"

When the sound was heard, the few people were shocked. After seeing Zhou Ming, they quickly knelt down on the ground to salute.

"Okay, get up. This is the pill you give to your daily practice. Your strength is too weak. Get up quickly. I was very upset last night."

Hearing this, the few people suddenly turned red and were embarrassed. When they thought that last night, the few people fell into a coma due to their low strength, they wanted to find a crack to get in.

"Thank you, Master, we won't let your master down."

"Okay, go down, I still need to practice. Don't bother me if I have nothing to do."

"yes!"

......

Lust is the most confusing to people's minds.

Since he broke down, Zhou Ming always remembered the scene of that night, which made him feel alert in his heart.

It took him a month to get rid of this messy thoughts.

In the following days, his life returned to peace.

As an alchemist in Lingdan Hall, no one will come to cause trouble for him.

In this regard, he felt that this kind of life was good, and he practiced the pills for no reason and occasionally teased the four girls.

Life suddenly entered the life of a landlord who was a mundane person, and was content with ease.

Mortals have the goodness of mortals, and monks have the hardship of monks.

If you take a wrong step, you will lose everything. The life of monks has become a daily routine, but you have hope of becoming immortal. However, the life of mortals is only a hundred years old and turns into a handful of loess.

Who can know the joy in it?
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