The two of them stood outside the alchemy room, each holding a cup of brandy sent by the little girl, and it was impossible. The stench was really unbearable.

Yang Chenyu remembered that when he took An Ziyu and others to Sancao Pill, there was no such problem. It seemed that Yang Jintong had too many toxins in his body. After all, An Ziyu and others were young men of twenty-one or two years old, and their bodies were at their peak. Yang Jintong was in his forties and was emptied by wine and sex. In addition, he was bold and arrogant to take pills that he refined randomly, and the poison in his body became increasingly severe.

This detox tastes bad.

"Old Taoist, is he okay with the Emperor?" The God of Wealth took a sip of wine and then asked with some concern.

"It's okay, it's good for him to lose it."

As the two were talking, they heard the sound of water pumping in the bathroom in the alchemy room. After a while, Yang Jintong came out.

The good guy was startled by the God of Wealth, and his whole body seemed to be crawling out of the water, with a shaky look, full of pungent smell of sweat. The white wool sweater and underwear turned black.

"Brother Yang, what's wrong with you?"

The God of Wealth did not care about the odor and sweat on the other party's body, and stepped forward to support him and asked with concern.

"He is fine, he is just detoxifying inside and outside. Sweat is also the poisonous water excreted. Two people will come and help you master take a shower."

Yang Chenyu swallowed the brandy liquid in one mouthful, then called two little girls to help Yang Jintong away and sent him to take a shower.

Just after Yang Jintong left, Zhang Xiaowan, who had been relaxing outside, came in. She immediately smelled the sour smell of sweat on the God of Wealth. She couldn't help but be shocked. How long has it been since she left? Why did she do this?

Fortunately, the God of Wealth explained in time, but Zhang Xiaowan was soon rushed to take a shower, but he did not have the beauty of Yang Jintong, and he entered the bathroom alone in shame.

It took half an hour for this toss to appear in front of Yang Chenyu.

The God of Wealth has not changed much, but Yang Jintong is completely different from before. He is full of red light and jumps while walking, as if he is in a state of excitement. When he walks in front of Yang Chenyu, he slapped on his shoulder: "Hey, this pill is so exciting. I originally thought it was a laxative, and I almost pulled me to death. Guess what? Brother, I am now alive, as if I was back to twenty years old!"

"I didn't say that, thank you brother, but where did you get this elixir? It's much better than mine."

After speaking in this breath, Yang Jintong didn't even change his breath, his face full of excitement, as if the medicinal power had not completely dissipated.

Yang Chenyu didn't say anything, put his finger on Yang Jintong, looked at his body, and then pondered for a moment: "What a pity."

This sudden statement made Yang Jintong slightly stunned: "What a pity?"

Yang Chenyu looked full of regret: "It's a pity that you took the poison pill you refined yourself before, otherwise you could become an immortal if you continue this elixir."

"Ah!" Yang Jintong couldn't help but grinned, and even anyone could see the regretful look on his face: "Isn't there a bottle? Is it enough to eat a few more pills?" After saying that, Yang Jintong was about to go to the alchemy room to pick up the bottle of Sancao Pill, but was stopped by Yang Chenyu and shook his head: "It's useless to treat this pill too much!"

"It's not so unlucky, right? Is there no other way to save it?" Yang Jintong looked at Yang Chenyu with eyes, hoping that his savior could find some way to come out.

The expression on Yang Chenyu's face was about to turn into sorrow: "There is a solution, but..."

"Hmm? What's the solution? Tell me quickly!" Yang Jintong couldn't bear the snatch of Yang Chenyu. He jumped over and grabbed Yang Chenyu's collar, as if if Yang Chenyu didn't say anything, he would start a big killing.

"Whether, the donor is destined to be with me. I will give you some advice. The donor just needs to cut off the root of worries and become an immortal and enjoy the boundless blessing!" Yang Chenyu's face was dull at this time, and he said word by word.

"What is the root of trouble? What, you want me to be a eunuch!" Yang Jintong was still nodding when he heard Yang Chenyu's words, but it seemed that something was wrong when he heard it. After thinking carefully, he found out the problem and shouted hurriedly.

At this time, Yang Chenyu was about to suffer internal injuries. When he saw Yang Jintong discovering the problem, he couldn't help laughing.

At this time, Yang Jintong didn't know that he had been fooled by the old Taoist, so he couldn't help but feel angry. He grabbed Yang Chenyu and beat him up. Yang Chenyu could not sit still and wait for death, so he started to beat him up.

Seeing that the boss was actually fighting with a Taoist priest like a child, the girls couldn't help but be stunned, which completely subverted the majestic image of the boss in their minds.

Even the God of Wealth and his wife laughed. Of course, Zhang Xiaowan was somewhat distracted when she heard about troubles, eunuchs, etc.

After the two of them had a fight, they lay on the sofa and smiled at each other.

In fact, Yang Jintong’s first Sancao Pill is indeed a bit of a waste, but it is worth it for detoxification, but any pill is the best effect after taking the first pill.

Yang Chenyu originally wanted Yang Jintong to let him practice the breathing method he had sorted out after taking the first Sancao Pill. Now he has no choice but to teach him first and practice it after the medicinal power of this Sancao Pill has been completely consolidated.

As for the God of Wealth and his wife, they also have to teach them, and the three grass pills are also one bottle for each person.

Although this method of breathing and breathing cannot allow them to embark on the path of cultivation, there is no problem in prolonging life and their bodies will be much stronger.

As for whether they have the opportunity to embark on the path of Taoism in the future, it depends on their fortune.

As the saying goes, a forced cow is not obedient, and a forced melon is not sweet. This is the reason. From this point of view, although Yang Jintong is much older than them, he is prone to embarking on the path of practicing Taoism. Yang Chenyu has seen his fanaticism about practicing Taoism. In addition, he has no family burden and no concern in his nature. This is his qualifications.

On the contrary, the God of Wealth and his wife are now in love with each other and their lives are not happy. When they have descendants in the future, they will worry more and lose their chances.

However, Yang Chenyu would not say anything about this, it would be better to go with the flow.

Not long after, the meal time came, and there was a chef in the villa, but Yang Jintong was not willing to treat guests to the villa for dinner. He was simply a waste of his face, so he naturally wanted to go to Jiaolong Pavilion, the most famous person in Dongbin Province to eat seafood.

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