Kong Wen, wearing a black baseball cap, followed Sikong Mai, turned toward Li Shen's direction of leaving, and asked:

"Master, why are you so polite to him?"

"You have said that when we do business, we should pay attention to being kind and making money, but we should not be as low as we were just now."

"Besides, the disciple checked his condition just now and found that he was probably an ordinary person, and better still, he might be an outer disciple."

Sikong Mai twisted his snow-white and sparse beard and asked:

"Do you know what pill can Mingjue Sansheng Herb be used as a medicine guide?"

When Kong Wen heard the name of the herb, he thought of the ordinary Chinese medicine bought by the handsome guy. He thought about it in his mind, his face changed and said in surprise:

"He wants to be given Lingxian medicine!"

"That's right, it's Lingxian Medicine." Sikong Mai immediately reacted when he heard his little apprentice reacting, with a smile on his face, and continued:

"I relied on the great kindness of saving a life to exchange the recipe for Lingxian medicine from Xuanbao Gate. Even so, the other little elder's face was still ugly."

Kong Wen knew the details of it very early, so there is no need to ask again.

He became a disciple of Sikongmai. He was able to learn how to refine Lingxian medicine after seven or eight years of medical skills.

But the difficulty of refining this medicine is extraordinary, and he has never succeeded, and he has only vaguely grasped the key recently.

"He...he can refine Lingxian medicine?"

Sikong Mai snorted and said:

"You have been a teacher for many years, can you hide your own private life? If it is so easy to make a comeback."

"You are right. The young man is indeed very spiritual, and it is impossible to refine this medicine."

"But based on his knowledge of the recipe of Lingxian Medicine, it is roughly expected that he would either come to the human world with anonymous disciple in the sect to search for trouble, or he would be a disciple of the Sanxian with a profound background."

"Anyway, he may be inconspicuous, but the power behind him is."

Sikong Mai smiled proudly, and businessmen had to carefully maintain their customers.

Kong Wen suddenly realized and said a few words to compliment Sikong Mai.

Sikong Mai was in a rosy complexion and was in a good mood. He gave a few more tips:

"If you lack spiritual energy on your body, you may not be an ordinary person or an ordinary outer disciple in the human world."

"You have seen my niece's beautiful cousin, and she can completely hide her aura."

"You haven't learned enough skills, don't trust your judgment too much in the future."

The little girl wearing a green hairpin behind Zhou Yidan appeared in Kong Wen's mind. She vaguely remembered that she introduced herself as Lin Lu, looking timid. It took too long to forget whether she was really completely uninspired, so she could only vaguely remember it.

There is definitely not much spiritual energy.

Hesitated: "She really doesn't seem to be very powerful."

Sikong Mai slapped his big hand and made Kong Wen scream in pain.

"What did you say to you just now? You are just a three-legged cat, and you can judge whether someone is powerful or not."

"Watching the well and watching the sky will embarrass us on the Yumu Pavilion."

"How long have you been stuck in the third level of Qi Refining Stage? If you have bad feet, are you mentally not good?"

"When I refine this furnace of elixir for my master to cure your right leg, I see how you can make excuses!"

As he said that, he slapped Kong Wen again.

Kong Wen wanted to hide but didn't, so he let him slap hard, but his eyes were full of gratitude.

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A simple decoration apartment.

The ceiling lights are closed dimly, and the thick curtains are closed, separating the sunset outside from the yellow light inside the house.

A few pieces of wood are burning in the center of the living room, and a few ignitions burst out from time to time.

The wall is faintly covered with figures standing.

Behind the campfire, a hospital bed was placed horizontally, with a young man in a sick uniform tied to it, still sleeping with his eyes closed.

The upper right side of his sick gown is embroidered with the red words "Pingnan Mental Hospital".

Who else could it be if it weren't for Wang Gouqiang?

He had woken up long ago.

When these madmen from Buyunzhuang rushed into the mental hospital and pushed him away with the bed, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep to avoid involving himself when the law enforcement practitioners came.
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Fortunately, the madmen in Buyun Village have not completely lost their minds. They should have used sleeping or hallucination talismans.

Wang Gouqiang closed his eyes all the way, but never heard any strange noises and fighting.

Cultivators have many restrictions in the human world, one of which is that they cannot hinder the normal order of the human world.

For a low-level immortal cultivator like Wang Gouqiang, it is not very important why restrictions arise.

But everyone can understand the punishment: according to the degree of obstacle, they were imprisoned in the law enforcement prison for ten years.

The madmen also carried Wang Gouqiang's hospital bed onto the van and rushed all the way home.

Wang Gouqiang believes that they are group of lunatics, and there is a basis for it.

As a sect, Buyunzhuang will not comment on it. He can send the cultivators from the human world, one of whom is counted as one, and he will not use the lighting equipment in the human world.

They persevere, meticulously, and never forget to buy wood and wood chips everywhere, carefully set up bonfires, like a group of uncivilized barbarians.

So Wang Gouqiang's chair was dismantled and was stripped as soon as he entered the door, burning in the living room.

The little leader of this group of lunatics is a middle-aged man dressed in neatly and in a well-equipped suit named Qiu Tianjian.

When Qiu Tianjian found Wang Gouqiang, he hoped that he could bring out a unique morning song and evening dew flower in the Colorful Sect.

In exchange, Wang Gouqiang was able to obtain a elixir made by Buyunzhuang, Changzhiliu Pill.

This pill can help children in the Qi Refining Period make breakthroughs.

Wang Gouqiang has become the second level of Qi Refining Stage at the age of fourteen, and is a genius of not too big or too small.

I hope to break through as soon as possible and become a strong man in the foundation-building stage. I didn’t expect that the age of fourteen was the peak, and the realm would stagnate in the next twelve years.

Not to mention the foundation building stage and the mid-stage of Qi Refining stage, even the third level of Qi Refining stage has become an unattainable dream.

But how easy is it to steal the morning song and night dew flowers?

Although Caixia Sect is a small sect, Chaoge and Night Dew Flower is one of the three treasures of the town sect. The strict guarding is not something that outsiders can know.

Qiu Tianjian and Wang Gouqiang bargained, and then changed a flower of singing night dew into a seed of singing night dew, which was cultivated by Wang Gouqiang.

Wang Gouqiang got what he wanted and swallowed the Changzhi Pill. After hard work, he broke through two levels in a row and arrived at the fourth level of Qi Refining Stage, which had reached the mid-stage level.

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What a pity, I don’t know which robber took away Chaoge and Wan Luhua.

Just as I was thinking about it, a voice sounded:

"You don't have to pretend to be asleep, you should wake up."

Wang Gouqiang heard that it was Qiu Tianjian, and laughed awkwardly, opened his eyes and joked:

"Brother tried every means to rescue me, why didn't I untire my cloak?"

Three young men stood on each side of the bed, all of whom were outer disciples of Buyunzhuang, and their strength was only weaker than Wang Gou.

They stood silently, neither smiling nor sad.

Qiu Tianjian said:

"No hurry, brother, I want to ask, why are you trapped in a mental hospital?"

There is nothing to hide. Wang Gouqiang said it readily and cursed the thief with gritted teeth.

Qiu Tianjian heard that Wang Gouqiang's two long-blooded long-blooded rats were slaughtered, and he couldn't stop laughing. When he heard him explain why he was sent to the long-blooded rat, his smile gradually disappeared.

"You lost the night dew flowers in Chaoge?"

Wang Gouqiang heard Qiu Tianjian's tone was wrong and hurriedly said:

"It's not that it's lost, but that someone takes it away. The difference between the two is very different."

Qiu Tianjian said with a deep face:

"Do you know why we take a big risk to save you?"

"According to time, the night dew plant you planted will bear fruit soon, and the boss sent me to find you for medicine."

Wang Gouqiang also put away his smile and said:

"Don't worry too much, as it turns out that there are still six or seven days left. I have left a mark on the flower. As long as it doesn't take a hundred miles, I can always find it."

Qiu Tianjian's face calmed down slightly, but he was always a little worried, so he took out a pitch-black knife from his briefcase next to him and said:

"We little elders are very careful about this matter and repeatedly remind us not to make any mistakes. What do you think this is?"

Without Qiu Tianjian's introduction, Wang Gouqiang's face changed drastically when he saw this dark knife.
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