My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Tailing City.

After the prefecture-level medicinal pills were sold in the Jeju Pavilion, the inside and outside of the Jeju Pavilion were crowded with people. Even if they knew that the medicinal pills were sold out today, they were still reluctant to leave.

I just wanted to wait until it was my turn.

The inside and outside of the door were tightly blocked by dense crowds, and the Jeju Pavilion could not function normally at all.

To this end, after discussing with Steward Tang, the head of the Huangfu family came up with a solution.

That's the lottery.

The day before, everyone could draw lots, and the next day, the Jeju Pavilion would draw thirty numbers.

As long as the person who has won the number, can get the opportunity to buy the prefecture-level medicine pill.

If you don't need it, you can transfer it to someone else.

As for how to transfer, it has nothing to do with Jeju Pavilion.

Seeing that the Huangfu family was so prosperous, the Qu family naturally had to make some small moves.

The funny thing is that those little moves were just started, and they were cracked by the people who were waiting for the lottery.

Not only did the Huangfu family not suffer any damage, but it also formed a stark contrast to the increasingly bad reputation of the Qu family.

In this game, the Qu family was completely defeated!

And the Qu family, who had lost all face and failed miserably, completely hated Lu Zijia.

If it wasn't for the prefecture-level medicinal pills that Lu Zijia provided to the Huangfu family, how could the Qu family lose to the Huangfu family?

Lu Zijia, who didn't know that she was completely hated by the Qu family, was at the moment in the courtyard where Huangfu's family entertained her, refining pot after pot of elixir, as if she didn't know how tired she was.

It was not until all the prefecture-level spiritual plants were used up that Lu Zijia stopped continuing to concoct alchemy.

"Master, has your mental strength increased again?"

Lying on the side of the very boring Jinta, watching his master happily put the medicinal pills in the pill furnace into the jade bottle, he couldn't help but ask the cat's head curiously.

Before Lu Zijia could answer, Taiyi Pill Furnace spoke first, "Obviously, okay, Master used to be able to refine ten pots of earth-level pills in a row at most, and now it has reached twelve pots.

If you say that your mental strength has not risen, who would believe it? "

It is a pity that it is a weak and helpless Dan furnace, almost no intermittent labor by the owner, it is a miracle that there is no in-situ fryer.

Jinta rudely rolled his eyes at the Taiyi Pill Furnace, "In addition to the increase in spiritual power, it can also be the increase in soul power. Don't forget, the master is a wonderful person who can use his soul power to make pills."

Lu Zijia, who was stuffing the medicinal pill into the jade bottle, gave it a meal. The next moment, Ni Xiang Jinta, who was smiling but not smiling, said, "Wonderful flower?"

He suddenly realized that he had stepped on the golden tower of Lei, and he shook his head frantically, "No, no, no, master, you heard it wrong, the little one said that you are a god who can use your soul power to concoct alchemy, which is really amazing.

In this life, in the next life, in the next life, I will be proud of you, the master. "

As Jinta spoke, she rubbed Lu Zijia's side very dog-legged, and rubbed Lu Zijia's calf with her furry head.

Lu Zijia, whose calf was itchy, pulled it away angrily, and announced directly, "Your master, my ears are so good, it is useless to replenish the pot. Today, your ration is halved, and the protest is invalid!"

Jinta, "!!! 嘤嘤嘤, master, I was wrong, please don't deduct rations!"

The master's trick of deducting rations or something, just don't be too cruel.

"Hahaha - you deserve it, let you speak so fast, and you still don't repent!"

Looking at Jinta's pitiful appearance, rolling on the ground with regret, Taiyi Danlu, a little friend, laughed so much that it was a schadenfreude, so unhappy.