Chapter 682 (1/2)
It's been almost a month since I came to Leiguang cult, and Yang Kai has gradually adapted to the life here.
When Ji Meng came last time, he was ordered by Duan hai to bring a lot of medicinal materials to Yang Kai. Yang Kai refined every day, but he did not dare to refine too much, so as not to cause unnecessary attention. He only refined two or three miraculous pills every day at the speed of ordinary alchemists.
The rest of the time, they are practicing themselves, or peeping into the information and mystery in the alchemy.
After getting along with each other for a month, Yang Kai found that Jimeng, a woman, had become much more restrained. When facing herself, she always felt weak and cautious, far less casual and happy than before in the snow mountain.
Usually she just hid in another room to practice, and did not meet Yang Kai several times.
Yang Kai is busy with her own affairs and doesn't pay too much attention to her meaning, which makes Jimeng feel very uncomfortable. Sometimes she wants to talk to Yang Kai and improve their feelings, but she can't pull down this face.
One day a month later, Yang Kai was meditating when a knock came from outside.
”Come in.”
Ji dream pushed the door and entered, standing at the door of the line: ”guest Qing Lord.”
”Something?” Yang Kaihe laughed and glanced at her casually.
”It's time to pay the pills every month. I need to send the pills you refined during this period to the general altar of Shinto.” Ji Meng explains in a low voice that this is one of the tasks Duan Hai sent to her. Every month, the assistants around the alchemist Keqing collect the pills they refined in this period of time, and then give them to duanhai for internal use in the Shinto cult.
Yang Kai nodded and took out the elixir he refined these days and handed it to Jimeng.
Ji Meng thanks for taking it, biting her red lips, trying to stop talking and looking hard.
Yang Kai said casually: ”I heard other alchemists say that as long as you have my permission, you can take some pills from them and use them yourself. Is that right?”
Jimeng nodded gently.
Yang Kai smile: ”then you take five miraculous elixir, use it yourself.”
Although the materials used for alchemy are provided by the thunder light deity, the alchemists often suffer from loss during refining, which may lead to failure in refining. Once such a phenomenon occurs, the materials will be wasted.
Therefore, only the alchemists themselves and their helpers know how many pills alchemists refine each month.
In this way, before they are sent to the general altar of Leiguang, they can do something about it. Within the scope acceptable to the Shinto, these alchemists will choose to detain a small part of the pills as the capital to cultivate their own helpers. In this way, they can not only benefit their own helpers, but also gain their favor, so that they can help themselves more attentively.
It's an open secret, and duanhai is also aware of it, but never stopped it.
Because a small part of the elixir left behind by alchemists was still used in the Shinto disciples. Since these talented and beautiful women were sent to serve and take care of the alchemists, Duan Hai also hoped that they could grow up quickly and become the pillars of the Shinto one day.
Yang Kai also inquired about the information when chatting with other alchemists.
Hearing Yang Kai say so, Ji Meng can't help but be overjoyed, and even said thanks: ”thank you, Mr. guest Qing. I will make good use of these five elixirs.”
She has only eight levels of mind wandering, and the improvement that the elixir can bring to her is very great.
Yang Kai doesn't say much anymore. She writes about how many miraculous pills she has refined this month and asks her to take them with her to duanhai.
Jimeng was grateful and quickly left the mountain.
Returning to the altar of the Shinto cult, he handed Duan Hai the handwriting written by the elixir and Yang Kai. Duan Hai counted the quantity of the miraculous elixir and nodded with satisfaction.
Jimeng was about to leave when duanhai stopped her.
”What else can I do for you, elder?” Ji Meng asked.
”What do you think of him?” Duanhai suddenly asked a word that made Ji dream have no idea.
”It's OK. It's just that I'm a bit reticent and don't communicate with people. I stayed there for a month, and I didn't say more than ten words to him.”