Multifunctional Sword Cultivation Starts from Taxi

Qingmiao and Tugou are so powerful, but the other two are more powerful at first glance, the machine man and the armored man, aren't they even more powerful? And how terrifying would an enemy be that could force them to flee separately?

He didn't want to think about it anymore. When he thought about the enemy's strength, Ye Zhe didn't want to live anymore and quickly returned to the original topic: "It's a waste to sell it, what should I do?"

"Make it into elixirs and take it yourself. It's easy to sell it, but it's difficult to buy it back. Or you can wait another twenty years for the next batch of spiritual ginseng to mature." Qingmiao said.

"It's easy for you to say, who should I go to to make elixirs? I don't know how." Ye Zhe said angrily.

Qingmiao said naturally: "I can."

"You know how to make alchemy?" Ye Zhe looked at Qingmiao suspiciously. In his impression, alchemists are mysterious and rich. Anyone can be extremely rich. Together with the alchemist, they are the two most wealthy professions in the world. Ye Zhe I once regretted not taking the alchemy or alchemy test, otherwise I wouldn't be so poor now.

Of course, being able to get started and master swordsmanship quickly was also the main reason. His family's conditions did not allow him to refine elixirs and weapons, and he couldn't afford the materials alone.

Qingmiao said disapprovingly: "What's so difficult about this? Alchemy is nothing more than formula and heat. If you master these two points, if you can't refine the elixir well, it won't be useless."

Qingmiao's confident expression immediately made Ye Zhe see a golden avenue appearing in front of him. If he could really refine the elixir, he would make a fortune.

"I'm going to buy materials." Ye Zhe rushed out of the house excitedly, but not long after, he ran back and scratched his pocket in embarrassment: "Bop, spit out some spiritual spring water, I don't have money to buy materials."

He sells spiritual ginseng just for money. Now he doesn't sell it but wants to buy materials and tools for alchemy. Where will he get the money?

Compared with ordinary people, Ye Zhe is actually not poor. His monthly income of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan is no problem to support his family, but if he wants to practice cultivation, it is far from enough. A spiritual stone costs more than 100,000 yuan, and a year's worth of savings can almost suffice. Buy a spiritual stone.

The monthly rent for a place with abundant spiritual energy is tens of thousands. That kind of place is not considered a blessed place. Those that are called blessed places are rarely rented out, and those who rent out will only receive spiritual stones.

So spiritual practice is a kind of sport where you compete with others for money. Some people take a large amount of elixirs from their mother's womb, live in a blessed land with abundant spiritual energy after birth, are able to speak at the age of two and are enlightened at the age of three, and build foundations at the age of seventeen or eighteen, winning directly at the starting line.

The money Ye Zhe had saved was enough for food and rent, but it was far from enough to buy alchemy materials. Fortunately, there was a large pool of spiritual spring water in the cave, and it was easy to sell some of it in exchange for money.

Huichun Tang, not far from the community, buys Lingquan water in large quantities at reasonable prices. It also sells elixir materials and alchemy furnaces. Ye Zhe sold five altars, each containing ten liters of spiritual spring water, for a huge sum of five million.

At the same time, he bought the cheapest alchemy furnace. He was careful about the medicinal materials and only bought a small part. He split the remaining part in half. He ran to the east and west of the city with his flying sword and found two non-chain stores. Time-honored small pharmacy, buy in batches.

Qingmiao once said that the most difficult part of making an elixir is the formula and the heat. If all the medicinal materials are bought in the same pharmacy, wouldn't the formula be leaked? On the contrary, Qingmiao didn't care about the alchemy furnace that most alchemists cared about, and just let him buy the cheap one.

After getting all the materials and tools, only a fraction of the huge sum of five million was left. Thanks to the main medicine, spiritual ginseng, he had brought it himself, otherwise it would not be enough. He asked about the price of the spiritual ginseng that is the treasure of Huichun Hall. Fifty spirit stones, no money to sell.

It was already noon. Ye Zheti returned to the apartment with the materials, but when he went upstairs, he ran into his neighbor Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun is a very beautiful young woman who lives in the unit next to Ye Zhe. She is about thirty years old. She is an ordinary person with no cultivation. She looks sexy and mature. Just like her name, she is charming and charming.

Ye Zhe usually goes out early and comes back late, rarely running into each other. The occasional encounters are just nodding and greeting each other. There is no deep contact. Apart from her name and knowing that she is married, he knows nothing else.

But now, this charming female neighbor hurriedly ran downstairs with her face covered, with red slap marks on her face exposed between her fingers. Her eyes were red, and tears were rolling in her eyes, as if they were about to burst out.

Ye Zhe frowned, stopped Zhao Yun and said, "Zhao Yun, were you beaten? Who beat you?"

Zhao Yun looked up and saw that it was a young neighbor whom she had only met a few times but was not very familiar with. She moved her palms and covered the palm prints on her face more tightly. She smiled bitterly and said, "No, no, I dropped it myself. Thank you." care."

As he spoke, he tried to pass by Ye Zhe.

The stairs were not wide. If Ye Zhe didn't turn sideways, it would be difficult to pass by. However, Ye Zhe didn't move. Seeing that Zhao Yun couldn't move away, she had to whisper: "Please give way."

His tone was a little anxious and pleading.

Ye Zhe did not give in and asked again: "Zhao Yun, who hit you?"

If it were something else, Ye Zhe might just ignore it if he cared about it. He was not a warm-hearted person.

But judging from the palm prints on Zhao Yun's face, it was obviously the palm prints of a man. Combined with Zhao Yun's unwillingness to say anything, it seemed that the one who hit her was not her husband.

What Ye Zhe hated the most in his life was domestic violence men. He didn't dare to mess with outsiders outside. He would drink some wine and then go home to vent his anger on his wife and children. He was simply a scumbag.

When Ye Zhe was a child, he had a very good playmate in the village, who was beaten to death by his father while he was drunk with his mother.

That year, Ye Zhe was eight years old. He said goodbye to his friends in the evening, but the next day he only saw a cold corpse. At that moment, Ye Zhe had his own feelings about death.

The man who committed domestic violence was beaten to death by law enforcement officers under a big tree at the entrance of the village after being convicted.

Zhao Yun shook his head and refused to answer Ye Zhe's question. Instead, he said in a hurry: "Ye Zhe, I'm fine, please make way."

At this moment, a head suddenly appeared in the atrium of the stairs, and a full-blooded roar came down: "Okay, you stinky woman, you brought a pretty boy home, and you still dare to say you don't have one!"

The head retracted, and the heavy footsteps came downstairs.

Zhao Yun's face turned pale, and she pushed Ye Zhe anxiously: "No, go quickly, go quickly, he is unreasonable, and he will beat you."

She pushed while talking, and sweat came out of her face anxiously. She was not worried about being beaten, but was afraid that Ye Zhe would be beaten innocently.

Ye Zhe blinked his eyes. The footsteps sounded weak and ordinary. Zhao Yun was afraid that he would be beaten by ordinary people? Could it be that she didn't know that she was a sword cultivator?

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