I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 1 The alchemist living in the rented house
Dragon City, the village in Dawang City.

In a rental house.

Yang Qing woke up from the trance and found that the window was brightened.

On the table, there are nine small porcelain vases.

The mouth of the porcelain bottle was sealed with a cork, but there was still a fragrant medicinal fragrance lingering in the room.

Yang Qing glanced at these bottles, and his heart was full of longing and hope.

These nine small porcelain bottles contained not only the rheumatic ointment that he had finally refined after more than a dozen failures.At the same time, it also pretends to be his dream of getting rich.

He exhaled lightly, sending the pure energy in his body into his dantian.Afterwards, he got up and walked to the window, and opened the curtains with a bang.

The sky is dim, and the east is turning white.

The night has not completely faded, but the working people are already busy traveling.

Yang Qing opened the window.

Suddenly, a cold breath rushed towards him, clearing his mind.

He reached out his pocket and took out a white cigarette, took out one, put it in his mouth and lit it.

He took a deep breath, letting the strong smell of flue-cured tobacco enter his lungs, then took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

He looked down the rental building, on the narrow and dirty street, office workers, men and women, were already dispatched on electric bikes.

At the entrance of the street, Uncle Wang, who sells breakfast, also opened early.

After smoking and washing up.

Yang Qing turned around and walked to the table.

Put more than a dozen bottles of ointment refined last night into the backpack.Afterwards, he put the alchemy furnace in a drawer and locked it.

Do it all.

He picked up the key and closed the door.

When the door was locked, I heard the sound of the door opening behind me.

Yang Qing looked back.

I saw a fair-skinned, tall and sexy beauty wearing jeans, black boots, a white jacket, long hair shawl, 1.7 meters tall, coming out of the back room with a bag on her back, and was locking the door.

After the beauty locked the door, she turned her head and saw Yang Qing.

She smiled politely, and then walked quickly towards the stairs at the end of the corridor.

After Yang Qing smiled, he locked the door and installed the key.He lit a cigarette and headed for the stairs.

The rented house where Yang Qing lives now is one of the three-story buildings built by the villagers of Dawang Village.The villagers transformed the small building into a single dormitory similar to the previous public institution.Each room is less than twenty square meters.A bed, a cabinet, a set of tables and chairs, and a sink at the balcony can be placed inside.

Rental buildings like this can be seen everywhere in Dawang Village.Although the small buildings built by the villagers privately are not recognized by the government, such small rental buildings and narrow rooms have given countless migrant workers who came to Longcheng from other places shelter from the wind and rain. A place of rest for the weary.

Yang Qing is also Long Piao who came to Dalong City from other places.

He came to Dragon City ten years ago and has done many jobs successively.Logistics, express delivery, takeaway, selling houses.Later, by chance, he started to get involved in the pharmaceutical industry.

Even if you do this, you can't make much money.But it was this accident that brought earth-shaking changes to his life.

On Saturday a week ago, Nangong Wenwan Market opened.

As usual, Yang Qing rushed to Nangong Market early in the morning and started to set up a stall to sell goods.

Yang Qing's booth is not big, just two square meters.However, the things inside are complete.

The most are all kinds of aphrodisiac things.

There are ginseng, deer antler, wolfberry, Indian god oil, and dried animals of various animals, similar to cattle, horses, donkeys and dogs, everything is complete.

As in the past, the business is still tepid, but Yang Qing also knows that anyway, he can't lose money, and there is still money to be made.

When the market was about to end that day, Yang Qing saw that there were no people in the market.

Ever since, he simply went to the market.

At that time, the sun had already slanted to the west, and the sunset glow filled the whole market.

The customers left one after another, and many stall owners had already started to collect their stalls, leaving only rubbish everywhere.The Korean wind blows, and garbage bags and scraps of paper are flying everywhere.

Yang Qing walked around with a cigarette in his mouth.Just when he was about to go back to close the stall, he happened to see a turquoise stove in the booth of a colleague who was closing the stall.

There are also various inscriptions on it, but the stove is full of rust, and it seems to be rusted to death.

Yang Qing hurried over.

"Hey, buddy!"

After Yang Qing said hello, he took out a cigarette and handed him a cigarette.

After the boss took the cigarette and lit it, he asked with a smile, "This market is about to close, why don't you close the stall?"

"Take it right away!"

Yang Qing said with a smile.

Afterwards, he glanced at the booth where the boss had half closed, and saw the turquoise stove at a glance.

"I'll go, you still accept the hot pot?"

Yang Qing squatted down, pointed at the stove that resembled the copper hot pot eaten in the north with a smile, and said with a smile.

Having said that, Yang Qing was convinced from the extremely rare inscription on the alchemy furnace that it was definitely a good product.

The purpose of saying this was that Yang Qing knew that the boss didn't know what to buy, otherwise he wouldn't have wrapped it with a pile of broken copper and iron with a piece of cloth.

In addition, I hope to be able to buy it at the price of cabbage.

The boss smiled awkwardly upon hearing this.Squat down and stand side by side with Yang Qing.He raised his chin, pointed to the stove and said, "It's ten yuan anyway!"

He was embarrassed to say that when he accepted it, he was still very excited.I thought I had missed it, but I found many people to see it, and they all said it was a copper hot pot from the Republic of China.And because of poor preservation, the appearance is very bad.

He didn't want to deal with it at the price of broken copper and iron, so he brought it with him every time he came out to set up a stall.

Yang Qing picked up the small stove, looked it over, and said to the stall owner: "Two days ago, my friend who opened a restaurant asked me to find some old copper pots for him. this one?"

Holding the copper stove, Yang Qing asked curiously.

Hearing this, the boss coughed and practiced because of the smoke. He smiled and scolded: "This is no nonsense. I don't sell tableware wholesale. Why do you need so much?"

After looking over and over, Yang Qing said to the boss: "Yes, it's okay. You go home and have a look to see if there are any more."

"How to sell?"

Yang Qing asked.

"Well, if you want, just take it. Don't even talk about money. There are too many of these things in the world, and the quality is not good. It's not worth the money!" The boss waved his hand and said proudly.

"That's where!"

Yang Qing took out a bottle of Indian oil from his pocket and gave it to the boss.

There is a rule of one line.

The Nangong market also has its own rules, that is, no matter how well you get along with each other, you must never take things from your peers in vain.Either give money, or barter.

After that, close the booth and go home.

Yang Qing couldn't wait to take out the copper stove.

After scrubbing, the turquoise on the surface of the stove was wiped off, revealing the pitch black color inside.

The material was something Yang Qing had never seen before.

Scrap copper and scrap iron are not steel, more like some kind of wood, but not like it.

After a lot of effort, Yang Qing finally turned on the stove.

But at the moment when the furnace lid was opened.

A cloud of gray-black mist suddenly leaked out, directly entering Yang Qing's mouth and nose.

Yang Qing was caught off guard and was directly hit.

What happened in the dream is mysterious and cannot be told to others.

After waking up, Yang Qing found that her body had changed a lot.

Except after the dirt from the whole body was removed, there was a gray-black flame in his body, or maybe it was this black-gray flame, which had always been in his body, and he hadn't been awakened until now.

Then, a lot of things about refining medicine and alchemy came into his mind.Refining medicine is a test that must be passed before alchemy, and it can also be regarded as a practical training before alchemy.

In order to truly start alchemy, he must first be familiar with all kinds of medicinal materials and the energy efficiency characteristics of genius earth treasures, and more importantly, the gray-black flame must be able to grow to the point where it can support the use of soul refining techniques.

After all, this kind of thing is too far-fetched.

After sorting out these things in his mind, Yang Qing was stunned for a while.

Then, he shook his head and laughed at himself for being too obsessive.

How can it be?

What is it called, fantasy, comprehension, adventure, or supernatural ability.

But the impulse in his heart made him unable to restrain himself.

After being silent for a while, Yang Qing thought that there was no one at home anyway.

I am not afraid of being laughed at, let alone being regarded as crazy.

It's okay to try it.

He took a deep breath, and with a thought, stretched out his palm.

A group of gray-black flames appeared in his palm, calm and deep, solemn and terrifying.

At that moment, Yang Qing's eyes were full of obsession, staring at the flame.

His whole body was trembling slightly.

……

A few days later, Yang Qing finally calmed down from the adventure.

Afterwards, he began to try refining medicine.

After failing more than a dozen times, when he was about to spend all his savings, Yang Qing finally succeeded last night.

The first batch, nine bottles of rheumatism ointment, was a success!
……

Go downstairs.

In the small courtyard of the rental building, the landlord uncle who got up early was squatting by the faucet to wash vegetables, and many office workers, pushing electric cars, went outside the door.

There are at least 20 migrant workers living in the small courtyard.

There are real estate agents in suits and leather shoes, plumbers in overalls, and well-dressed working girls.

Yang Qing found his electric car.

After unplugging the charging cable, the cart went out.

Riding a bicycle to the entrance of the alley.

Yang Qing locked the car to the side of the road and sat by the breakfast stall.

"Uncle Wang, one old tofu and two deep-fried dough sticks!"

After Yang Qing sat down, he said to Uncle Wang, who had gray hair and a checkered apron, who was busy frying fried dough sticks.

"okay!"

Uncle Wang took two fried dough sticks out of the oil pan, put them on an iron plate, and brought them over.

"Going to the meeting again today?"

Uncle Wang asked with a smile.

"Yes, let's live!" Yang Qing said, taking the old tofu brought by Lao Wang.

"How is your income from setting up a stall over there?" Now that the sun has risen high and most of the office workers have left, Pharaoh took a rare moment of rest, took out a cigarette and handed it to Yang Qing, and smoked for a while. Take a chair and sit down.

"That's it!"

Yang Qing snorted and drank tofu nao, and ate small pickles: "When it's good, it can sell for thousands of yuan a day, and when it's bad, it's only a few thousand yuan a month!"

"Not bad!" Old Wang lit a cigarette, praised in surprise, and then asked after thinking for a while, "Is there any fast food over there?"

"It seems that I haven't seen it, but there are takeaways!" Yang Qing thought for a while, but he really didn't see any lunch sellers in the market.

As soon as Lao Wang got excited, he asked seriously: "Tell me, can I sell lunch?"

"It must be done!" Yang Qing said with a smile: "If you sell lunch, I will be the first to buy it!"

The voice had changed, and Yang Qing asked curiously again: "Uncle Wang, there is only one girl in your family, and you don't need to buy a house, and you are all working now. Why are you working so hard!"

"Who thinks there is too much money!" Lao Wang smiled and said a wise saying, and then said: "Besides, there are places where money is useful. Your aunt has not been in good health for the past few years. I want to take her to a big hospital." Take a look. You said, it’s not worth a few thousand yuan to go to the hospital?”

Yang Qing frowned and nodded: "What's wrong with Auntie?"

"It's just that the body is weak and has no strength!" Uncle Wang said: "I don't know yet, I will know when I go to the hospital for an examination!"

At this time, Uncle Wang suddenly thought of something. He sneered and said, "I just found out. This man, if he has money or not, he can't tell by looking at his clothes. You can tell him to go to the hospital, and he will definitely show his true colors!"

Hearing this, Yang Qing laughed and held out her thumb.

(End of this chapter)