Jiuzhou No. 1 Group

Medicine Master: "The monk Tongxuan, Master Tongxuan, fourteen years ago, explored the cave, "Vajra Basic Boxing" and "The True Self Meditation Sutra", borrowed me for the price. The price will be negotiable next time."

Song Shuhang was really worried about him when he watched the pharmacist enter the string of words. In addition, there were only about fifty words in punctuation. The pharmacist took five minutes to delete and write, and his head was sweating.

At this moment, he finally understood the reason why the pharmacist would try to shorten the chat sentences in the group. It was just that he was so tired that he didn't use voice?

As soon as the pharmacist news came out, the Jiuzhou No. 1 group soon became lively.

Beihe Sanren joked: "Hey, Brother Yao is asking for these two basic techniques. Could it be used to build foundations for Shuhang for a hundred days? These two techniques are very good. Could it be that Brother Yao is also like Yu Rouzi, who was given ** soup by Shuhang for a friend?"

Lingdie Island Yuroko quickly gave a bun-faced expression: "Senior Beihe, I haven't been given a soup!"

"Enema?" Kuangdao Sanlang was very active because Yu Rouzi's father finally stopped tormenting him. He set off yesterday and returned to Lingdie Island! He had been holding it in for so many days, and after seeing the word "Souping Tang", many classic pornographic jokes suddenly surged into his mind. It's great, he was about to sing a few in the group immediately.

"Don't be dying, Brother Sanlang." Beihe Sanren reminded again: "Now you can log in to the chat account at the same time when your mobile phone and computer are on your phone."

What if her father is logging in with his mobile client on the account "Lingdie Island Yuroko" now?

Kuangdao Sanlang's face changed suddenly and he dived quickly. Oh my God, he actually forgot this. With the ability of the Spirit Butterfly Master, if he knew that Sanlang dared to squirt about enema in front of his daughter, he would definitely jump off the plane and come back to continue to tormenting him.

The pharmacist laughed, and then he quickly struck his finger on his phone. However, after a while, he posted a few words: "The top-grade mutant poisonous dragon grass, worth it!"

When Yunyou Monk Tongxuan was online, he first sent a smiley expression. Then he sent another picture of a small sword.

"Okay!" the pharmacist replied.

The communication between these two people is simply weird.

Yuruko Lingdieshima: "Two seniors, "Vajra Basic Boxing" and "The True Self Meditation Sutra" are very good?"

"This is the Kung Fu Temple's 800 years ago. Although it is used to build foundations for disciples, the power of the Vajra Basic Fist is comparable to that of the first-class martial arts. It is a very good martial art in foundation-building martial arts." Beihe Sanren explained: "It's a pity that the Kung Fu Temple has now broken its inheritance and has disappeared in the long river of history, and many profound martial arts have been lost."

The pharmacist nodded with satisfaction and went offline and turned off the phone.

Then he came to the balcony of the dormitory and pointed his hand towards the sky.

Song Shuhang looked at his actions curiously, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Soon, ten minutes passed...

The pharmacist kept this posture motionless, like a statue.

Song Shuhang was about to go up and ask about the situation.

At this time, the pharmacist's eyes lit up, and a light roar came out of his mouth, and a red light appeared on his fingers pointing to the sky.

To be honest, this posture should be quite handsome.

But in Song Shuhang's view, the pharmacist's fingers are like iron pieces burned red, which is very similar to the special effect of a movie character accidentally hitting his finger with a hammer, and his fingers become big and red.

"Okay, it's done!" The pharmacist smiled proudly.

"?" Song Shuhang looked confused.

The pharmacist saw Song Shuhang's face was confused and explained: "I just positioned the coordinates with Master Tongxuan. Four or five hours later, Master Tongxuan will be able to send the "Vajra Basic Boxing" and the "True Self Meditation Sutra" here."

"Master Tongxuan is coming here too?" Song Shuhang asked.

"No, why are he here? I positioned the coordinates with him, and he could fly the sword to pass the letter." The pharmacist said proudly.

"Oh." Song Shuhang nodded. A picture appeared in his mind: in the deep mountains and old forests, a monk was smiling silently, pulled out a short sword from his monk's robe, and then put a package on the sword, which contained several martial arts secrets.

Martial arts secrets, etc., should be accepted as a paper thread-bound book or an ancient animal skin scroll.

Then, the monk pointed his finger at the sky and positioned the coordinates with the distant old friend.

Then, the monk slapped his sword, and the sword with the package rose into the sky, looking handsome and handsome.

It's great, flying swords to pass the letter. How much strength do I need to have to fly with the sword? Song Shuhang secretly envied.

Flying with a sword, it’s weaker than flying in a plane.

The sky is always a man’s romance!

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"Let's go, let's find a place outside to live, and then refine body fluids! Do you want to bring your induction cooker and hot pot?" asked the pharmacist.

Song Shuhang was struggling for a long time, but finally pulled out his black suitcase and put these two things into the box. After all, he used this induction cooker and hot pot. Moreover, if there was no stove or hot pot in the rented place, or the stove and hot pot brand was different, it was likely that he would fail to temper the body fluids.

Then he opened his storage cabinet and wanted to get a piece of herbal medicine for quenching the body fluid.

"My friend Shuhang, don't bring medicinal materials. Since I asked you for help, I will naturally produce the medicinal materials I consumed." The pharmacist quickly called Shuhang - just kidding. After all, he was also a well-known alchemist. If he asked others to help experiment with the pill recipe, and asked the other party to produce medicinal materials, wouldn't he be laughed at?

Song Shuhang nodded silently and locked the cabinet door. This is not the time to show off his power. After all, he only has thirty-two pairs of medicinal materials. According to senior Beihe, these thirty-two pairs of medicinal materials are probably not enough for him to build a foundation for a hundred days. Therefore, if you can save, you can save.

He pulled his small box and asked as he walked, "Let's go, do you have any requirements if you rent a house?"

The pharmacist replied: "Be quieter, and then the sound insulation effect will be better. Otherwise, you have to arrange a sound insulation formation, which is more troublesome."

Song Shuhang looked at his wallet and calculated his living expenses. Song’s mother gave him 3,000 yuan a month. After all, it’s not as good as more than twenty years ago. In the past, college students could live a very comfortable life with a thousand rmb a month.

If you don’t work part-time, rent a house for a short period of time.

"Around five hundred to six hundred, you should be able to rent a small apartment." Song Shuhang murmured.

The pharmacist immediately contempted to suggest: "Will the five hundred apartment be too small? We must at least rent an independent, large apartment. Otherwise, I can't even put my alchemy furnace at that time."

Independent? It's even huge. Senior, what you mean is not a villa but an apartment?

Song Shuhang replied with a wry smile: "That kind of apartment can start with tens of thousands of dollars a month, so I don't have that much money."

"Of course I will pay the money. How can I ask you to help and pay for it!" The pharmacist quickly stopped. As a senior, how can he let the junior spend money?

"Okay, let's look for it. There are really not many independent apartments near the school." Song Shuhang felt a little heartbroken when he thought of renting a huge independent apartment for more than tens of thousands of yuan a month. But at the same time, he also had a doubt in his heart.

"By the way, senior, do you have jobs and financial resources similar to ordinary people on weekdays?" Song Shuhang was thinking a few days ago that the people in the group were not isolated from the world, they used modern items such as computers and mobile phones, and they also had to go online. They should not pay the bills with gold nuggets, right?

"Of course we have our own source of income. After all, we are not isolated from the world. I don't know the source of income of others, but my alchemist meets the economic expenses I need in my daily needs." The pharmacist nodded and replied.

When he said this, he looked at Song Shuhang, then asked with a smile: "What? You are troubled by the money in the world?"

Song Shuhang nodded honestly: "After contacting the cultivation of the truth, I found that maybe I want a lot of money. At least, I was considering yesterday whether to rent a house outside the school in order to keep the secret of my monks and facilitate the alchemy. But if I want to rent a house, I have to consider the expenses of the money."
Chapter completed!