Chapter 102 Uncle Master ArrivesPlease order first
Chapter 102 Uncle Master Arrives [Please order first]
The golden crow hides in the Tang Valley, and the jade rabbit plays in the stars.
Baiyunmen, inside the wooden house.
The night wind blew by, and the young man lying on the rocking chair had his long, jade-like hair behind his shoulders slightly scattered.
At this time, two bright moons were reflected in the starry eyes under the sword eyebrows.
Cheng Buzheng, who was lying on the rocking chair, was lost in thought at this moment.
"He is a monk in the Qi training stage. What does he have that is worthy of being plotted against by his uncle who is in the foundation building stage?"
"In terms of cultivation, he appears to be only at the fifth level of Qi training, and he is one of the monks among the masses.
Uncle Master in the foundation building stage, if you want help from a monk in the Qi Refining stage, as long as it is not too dangerous, none of the Qi Refining stage disciples will refuse.
Even if there is no reward, I believe there will be a lot of monks competing with each other and wanting to help, as long as I sell my uncle.
This is equivalent to having a backer within the sect. Even if someone wants to take advantage of him, they must consider whether it is worth offending an uncle who is in the foundation building stage.
The sect is also equivalent to a small society. Driven by interests, the relationships within the sect are complicated. It is not as ordinary people imagine. Every immortal is dedicated to cultivation and is free in the world.
If it is a dangerous mission, he, a monk at the fourth level of Qi training, cannot help. There are many monks in the late Qi training stage in the sect, even at the peak of Qi training.
Moreover, he can also be sure that he has never met Master Jiang in person, so it is absolutely impossible for Master Jiang to know his true cultivation level.
What's more, even a monk in the foundation-building stage would not notice his disguise without careful inspection.
As for alchemy, he is now only a first-level low-level alchemist. There are many such low-level alchemists in the sect.
What's more, Uncle Jiang must be familiar with alchemists, even second-level alchemists. Even his granddaughter is a first-level high-level alchemist.
She is also Baiyunmen, Jiang Xianzi and Jiang Siling among the three fairy flowers, Jiang Fugui’s cousin, and Old Man Nan’s grandniece.”
Cheng Buzheng lay on the rocking chair for a long time, motionless. Suddenly, two words appeared in his mind:
Fadan!
Magic elixir is a special method of alchemy that can be refined by a monk.
However, there is a high chance that it will cause devastating serious injuries to the consciousness, and the path to immortality will stop at the moment, unless there is a spiritual elixir to restore the spiritual consciousness, and such elixirs start at the second level.
The second-level elixir for healing injuries to the consciousness is so precious that even most of the foundation-building stage masters don’t have a single elixir of this kind.
If an alchemist were to refine the elixir, the success rate would be greatly improved, but almost no alchemist is willing to refine such elixirs.
Magic elixir is similar to a one-time magic weapon. A ball of extremely unstable essence is refined into a compressed elixir-like object according to a specific refining method.
Perhaps, this is the reason why Uncle Jiang did not let his granddaughter refine it. Even a second-level alchemist, no alchemist is willing to refine the magic pill.
This may be the reason why Uncle Jiang came to him, not only to improve the success rate of refining magic pills.
There is no need to just find someone to refine magic elixirs and waste hard-earned spiritual materials.
Cheng Buzheng believed in Uncle Jiang, and he also found many alchemists, but there was definitely no alchemist willing to refine it. Basically, all the alchemists in the sect had a backer.
Perhaps, Uncle Jiang paid attention to him just now.
"Even if he refines the magic elixir, he is only 90% sure. The remaining 10% has not been refined and can only be left to fate."
Almost, after confirming his guess, Cheng Buzheng immediately stood up and prepared to go out and hide for a while. He would come back after Master Jiang found the scapegoat.
He pushed open the door and was about to turn around and close it when he saw a figure flying from a distance.
Seeing this, Cheng Buyu's face showed bitterness.
There is no need to cast spells, relying on magical weapons, and being able to fly with only the physical body. This is a symbol of the cultivation level in the foundation building period.
At this time, Cheng Buzheng couldn't think of anyone other than Uncle Jiang who could come here.
He didn't expect that Master Jiang would be so impatient. He originally waited for him to come and have a detailed discussion, but now he came directly.
"It seems that he can't escape, which also shows that Uncle Jiang has made up his mind and will not allow him any room for retreat."
Lean less.
A slender uncle, wearing a black sect robe, slowly landed in front of his wooden house.
"But Cheng Xiaoyou?"
Uncle Jiang looked at Cheng Buzheng with a smile, but his tone was unusually sure, and he said slowly:
"I am Jiang Fugui's second grandfather, I believe you have heard of it too!"
To this, Cheng Buzheng wanted to answer that he was not the so-called Cheng Xiaoyou, nor was he Jiang Fugui's friend. He just wanted to run away.
But when trouble comes, he can no longer escape.
So, he was very conscientious.
"I've met Uncle Jiang!"
Cheng Bu Zheng bowed his head and saluted, saying:
"I wonder if Uncle Jiang is here late at night. What's the important matter?"
At this time, Cheng Buzheng just wanted to pretend to be stupid, push the matter aside, and ask this uncle to leave.
"It's a little something."
Uncle Jiang saw Cheng Buzheng lowering his head and looking at his toes, and said:
"I heard that my little friend has succeeded in refining alchemy, which is gratifying and congratulatory, unlike my grandnephew who accomplished nothing!"
Uncle Jiang was like the grandfather next door, chatting casually about everyday things.
Which of the foundation-building monks is easy to get along with? At this time, it's just his gentle side. Cheng Buzheng doesn't want to know and doesn't dare to know the other side.
"Uncle Master, please come inside!"
Cheng Buzheng extended his hand in a gesture of invitation, and then said:
"Uncle, you are joking. Senior Brother Jiang is also a famous figure in the sect now. Not only has he helped many fellow sects, but he has also earned a lot of spiritual stones."
Inside the wooden house.
"Ha~"
Uncle Jiang seemed very happy when he heard the praise of Jiang Fugui, and then said:
"I heard that my little friend needs high-grade spiritual beads. I wonder if this is possible?"
"Yes, Uncle Jiang!"
Cheng Buzheng poured wine for Uncle Jiang and said:
"I want to use this spirit bead as a medicine guide to prove it."
"Uncle Master, please!"
He didn't care at all about why Cheng Buzheng wanted to use the high-grade spirit beads as a medicine guide and what he wanted to prove. At present, he cared about one thing.
"Um!"
Uncle Jiang took the white jade wine cup handed to him by the process, took a sip, and then said slowly:
"It just so happens that I still have some spirit beads here. As long as you refine a magic elixir for me, I will give you three high-grade spirit beads. How about that?"
Hear the words.
Cheng Buzheng froze and looked down at his toes, as if there was something interesting on the ground.
Seeing this, Uncle Jiang was not surprised. He had seen many alchemists who were unwilling to refine magic pills. After hearing this, most of them had this silent attitude.
But those alchemists had backers behind them, and he didn't want to provoke them, so no one refined his alchemy.
Uncle Jiang was not dissatisfied at all with Cheng Buzheng's attitude, but he still had to give it the necessary attitude.
Otherwise, the juniors would think that he, a master in the foundation-building stage, was easy to talk to and had no face to speak of.