"It's done, it's done!" Gongyang Guantu rushed into the restaurant dancing and went straight to the third floor, as happy as a child, "I have learned the 'Crane Cloud Hand'!"
"Congratulations, senior." Zhong Wen congratulated with a smile.
"Thanks to you, little brother." Gongyang Guantu squeezed Zhuma away again, sat next to Zhong Wen, held his hands, and said enthusiastically, "You are really talented in theology and alchemy.
, we must discuss it carefully!"
The little girl didn't expect that this old man would be so ignorant. He got in between herself and Zhong Wen again and again. Her pink face was bulging with anger and her little mouth was pouting. She wished she could be summoned on the spot.
The poisonous spider Xiao Zhu threw it in his face.
Zhong Wen's attitude towards Gongyang Guantu was very gentle, which was completely different from that of Xie Ding and others. Seeing that the old man was very interested, he followed his words and started chatting.
Gongyang Guantu is naturally obsessed with alchemy, and his alchemy skills can be ranked among the top three in the entire Dan Pavilion. He rarely meets people who can discuss alchemy techniques with him. However, when chatting with Zhong Wen, no matter how difficult he proposed,
Although he had some unsophisticated knowledge of alchemy, the other party could always justly quote the exquisite theories from ancient books to deal with it. Every time it scratched the itch in his heart, it made him hate the late meeting and couldn't stop, clinging to the table.
Just refused to leave.
Shui Wufeng and Cao Da sat aside and listened, as if listening to a book from heaven. They clearly saw the two of them chatting enthusiastically, but they had no idea what they were talking about. They just stared at the astonishing scene in front of them with their mouths open, and they felt more and more profound about Zhong Wen.
It's unpredictable and hard to fathom.
A hint of joy flashed in Qiu Tianlong's eyes. Since he had put down his body to work for Zhong Wen, the more outstanding his boss's performance was, the more glorious his face would naturally be.
Only the little girl Zhuma was lying on the table, with her little face resting on her two slender arms, her legs kicking constantly, and a look of boredom on her face.
At this moment, a handsome-looking young man dressed in white suddenly appeared from the stairs. As soon as he stepped onto the floor, he looked around, and soon fixed his gaze on Gongyang Guantu.
"Master!" His eyes showed joy and he strode towards the table.
"Mosang, you came just in time!" Gongyang Guantu turned his head when he heard the sound and shouted excitedly, "Have you brought anything?"
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life." The young man known as "Mosang" opened the package in his hand, revealing an exquisite wooden box.
Gongyang Guantu grabbed the wooden box, couldn't wait to open the lid, examined it carefully for a moment, and then carefully handed the box to Zhong Wen: "Little brother, this is the 'Indigo Youth' you want, please also
After taking a look, if you are satisfied, how about I take out five hundred spiritual crystals to make up the difference for the remaining part?"
Gongyang Guantu is a stupid young man who usually defies the sky and the earth. Even he is not in awe of the master of the Dan Pavilion. This is the first time in Mo Sang's life that his master is so polite to others, and he is surprised.
I couldn't help but look up and down at Zhong Wen, wondering who the young man in front of me who looked less than twenty years old was.
Zhong Wen took the wooden box and carefully looked at the blue spiritual grass in the box that was protected by the spiritual pattern array. After taking a few breaths, he raised his head with a look of satisfaction on his face: "This 'Indigo Flower'
It has been more than 2,800 years, and it is not too much to count it as three thousand years. Senior Gongyang is indeed an honest and trustworthy person."
"My little brother has good eyesight. This 'Indigo Fanghua' is indeed more than 2,800 years old." Gongyang Guantu admired sincerely, "I am most afraid of lies in my life. The age of the elixir is whatever it is, how can it be faked?
?”
Who is this young man? He can actually identify the year of the "Indigo Enchantress" in a matter of seconds?
Zhong Wen's casual words aroused a storm in Mo Sang's heart. It should be noted that as a direct disciple of Gongyang Guantu and one of the most qualified alchemy geniuses in the younger generation of Dange, after getting this elixir
At that time, I read all the books and could not determine the exact year of the medicinal materials.
"Senior is so frank, how can this junior not keep his word?" Zhong Wen laughed and whispered a few words in Gongyang Guantu's ear.
"Thank you so much!" Gongyang Guantu could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart. He quickly took out a spiritual crystal ticket from his arms and handed it over, "This time I took advantage of it!"
"Juniors are short of an 'Indigo Enchantress'. Everyone can take what they need. It's not cheap." Zhong Wen said with a smile, "If there is an 'Indigo Enchantress' of this age in the future, please keep it for me, senior."
, I still have a lot of partial elixir recipes in my mind, maybe I can find something you are interested in."
"Oh? That's great!" Gongyang Guantu's eyes lit up, "You and I had a great chat today, little brother, why don't you come with me back to Dan Pavilion as a guest, so that I can show my friendship as a landlord?"
Mo Sang stared at the male sheep with his mouth wide open. He had never expected to hear such gentle and polite words from his master. He almost thought that the old man had been possessed by evil spirits or had been robbed by others.
"Being able to see the elegance of the Dan Pavilion is an honor that most people can only hope for." Zhong Wen declined politely, "It's a pity that I still have some urgent matters to deal with in the past few days. I'm afraid I have to leave it for the future."
"That's such a pity." Gongyang Guantu said with a look of reluctance, "When you're done, remember to come to Dan Pavilion to visit me!"
"Absolutely." Zhong Wen said sincerely.
"Master, who is this little brother...?" Mo Sang couldn't stand Gongyang Guantu's unconventional character design, and finally couldn't help but ask.
"Brother Zhong Wen, I have met Brother Mo." Zhong Wen smiled and said to Mo Sang.
"I've met Brother Zhong." Mo Sang couldn't see through Zhong Wen's depth, so he didn't dare to neglect him, so he quickly and respectfully returned the greeting.
"What is Brother Zhong? Did you call me Brother Zhong?" Unexpectedly, Gongyang Guantu slapped him hard on the head, "This is my little brother, you have to call me uncle!"
"Huh?" Mo Sang looked confused.
"Absolutely not." Zhong Wen waved his hands repeatedly, "This junior is young and has few talents, how can he be Brother Mo's 'uncle'?"
"Little brother, don't be humble." Gongyang Guantu said with a serious face, "With your knowledge, you still promoted him by being his uncle!"
Being swept by the master's sharp eyes, Mo Sang was agitated. He hurriedly lowered his head and saluted respectfully: "Mo Sang has met Uncle Zhong!"
"This..." Zhong Wen touched his nose helplessly, feeling quite embarrassed.
What's going on!
Mo Sang lowered his head and was secretly depressed. He didn't expect that he just came out to deliver the elixir, but a teenage "Uncle Master" appeared for no reason. He really couldn't laugh or cry.
The most unhappy thing was none other than Xiao Zhengtai Shui Wufeng. Seeing that Zhong Wen, after offending three Dan Pavilion elders, was treated as a guest by another elder, he couldn't help frowning, feeling that he wanted to learn from this lunatic.
The plan to seize Zhuma becomes increasingly arduous and has a long way to go.
…
"Let's just forget it?" Zhang Luofa said reluctantly at the street corner.
"How can you do that?" Xie Xie replied bitterly, "A brat with hair that hasn't even grown yet dares to insult our Dan Pavilion elder. If we don't cut him into pieces, how can Dan Pavilion lose its face?"
"But, he has a big boss named Lingzun beside him." Li Wumao hesitated, "It's not easy to deal with him."
"Old Li, how come you keep going back as you live?" Xie Ding frowned, "You're just a spiritual master, so he scared you like this?"
"Yes, when it comes to mobilizing the ability of spiritual masters." Zhang Luofa echoed, "In the secular world, is there any other force that can compare with our Dan Pavilion?"
"What do you mean..." Li Wumao hesitated.
"Each of us will contribute some resources." Xie Ding's eyes flashed with a fierce look, "Each of us will find a spiritual master to deal with that kid, and at the same time, we will force him to find out the recipe for the 'Qian Ji Dan'!"
"That's right, as long as we get the pill recipe, we can kill that kid and silence him." After hearing the three words "Qian Ji Dan", Li Wumao's eyes finally became firm, "Our Dan Pavilion can definitely become the world's number one sect, even if we and
The Seven Holy Lands are not without a fight!"
"That's it!" Xie Ding sneered, "Let that kid know that some people must not be offended!"
…
The architectural style of the Fulong Empire is mostly light-colored, and compared with the buildings of the Daqian Empire, they generally appear more rustic.
However, twenty miles west of the imperial capital, there is a building with a very different style, called the 'Bichi Xiaozhu'.
It is said that the owner of "Bichi Xiaozhu" is a gentle, kind, and beautiful young woman.
The hostess would always order people to set up a porridge shop outside the small building from time to time to help the hungry people around her. She was known as a "goodwill woman" for dozens of miles around, and many people even saw the appearance of the hostess.
After that, she was directly addressed as "fairy".
And this kind-hearted hostess also has a name that goes with her noble character, called "Yun Qingyao".
At this time, in the inner courtyard of "Bichi Xiaozhu", servants in gray clothes were lying on the ground in various directions, all of them motionless, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
A graceful and colorful figure tapped its toes on the servants' bodies, turning into a blue shadow, passing dozens of feet in an instant, and leaping lightly into the small building in the center.
In the living room on the ground floor of the small building, there is a slim woman in pink sitting. If the people around her see her, they will instantly recognize that this woman is the famous mistress of "Bichi Xiaozhu".
"Good Woman" Yun Qingyao.
Yun Qingyao was embroidering. On her delicate face, her big watery eyes were concentrating on the needle and thread in her hands. She seemed not to notice that there was an additional figure in the room.
"Vixen, I finally found you!" The green figure's voice was soft and sweet, but his tone was extremely cold.
"You, you are!" Yun Qingyao was interrupted by the voice of the woman in green, and then she looked up at her in surprise.
"I didn't expect that a vixen with a heart like yours would actually become a 'good woman' in the Fulong Empire." The woman in green's voice was full of sarcasm, "It's true that the sky has no eyes."
"You are...Sister Qinglian!" Even though the woman in green was covered with a silk scarf, Yun Qingyao was still able to identify her identity from her figure and words.
It turns out that this woman in green is Ye Qinglian who came to Fulong Empire with Zhong Wen and others.
Judging from her tone, Yun Qingyao, the "good woman", turned out to be the mistress vixen who seduced Ye Qinglian's fiancé to cheat on her and disfigured her.
"Sister Qinglian, you were once an unmarried couple." A trace of sadness flashed in Yun Qingyao's eyes, "He has already fallen into this situation, and you are still unwilling to let him go?"
"What?" Ye Qinglian was stunned when he heard this, and then gritted his teeth and said, "That heartless man has already died in my hands. I came here this time to take the life of you, a vixen!"
"It turns out that sister is here for me." The nervous look on Yun Qingyao's face gradually faded, as if a huge stone was lifted from her heart, and she said softly, "This is also the fault of the little sister. Sister can do it.
"
After saying that, she slowly closed her eyes, showing no intention of resisting at all.
"You know the truth!" Ye Qinglian snorted coldly and slowly raised his right hand, the fingertips flashing with colorful light, as if he was about to shoot the spiritual power thread through Yun Qingyao's head and heart anytime and anywhere.
She glanced at the vixen's face again, and felt that although the other person's appearance was good, it was far from comparable to her own. When she thought that her fiancé would betray her for the woman in front of her, and even use the most vicious means to torture herself, she felt in her heart
Unable to stop, there was a surge of unknown anger.
Just as she was about to use the thunderous method to torture the vixen in front of her, her alarm clock suddenly flashed with inspiration, and she recalled Yun Qingyao's words just now: "Listening to your tone just now, that heartless man is not dead yet?"
As soon as these words came out, Yun Qingyao's expression changed and he hesitated: "Sister, I'm afraid I heard you wrong. Didn't he die in your hands a long time ago?"
"It is said that if you hit my spiritual thread, you will never die." Ye Qinglian said slowly, "It's just that there are many strange things in the world. Maybe I was wrong at the beginning and let him escape with his life."
After saying that, she closed her eyes and felt for a moment, then suddenly the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold smile.
Yun Qingyao's face became paler, her hands clenched into fists, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, unable to hide her inner nervousness at all.
"I didn't expect that there is a man hiding in the boudoir of a good woman like you?" Ye Qinglian sneered, pointed her toes, and didn't even take the stairs. She rose directly from the ground, penetrated the roof of the ground floor, and appeared on the second floor of the small building.
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What comes into view is a women's boudoir filled with a faint fragrance.
The "good woman" Yun Qingyao seems to be very fond of pink. The table, bed curtains, curtains... every corner of the room is filled with pink decorations, and the atmosphere of an innocent girl blows towards her face.
Ye Qinglian had no idea of appreciating the layout of the room. She just moved her jade feet and came to the bedside in three or two steps. She suddenly opened the bed curtain with her right hand, revealing a slender figure on the bed.
"You, you are really not dead!"
Seeing the familiar face of the man on the bed, Ye Qinglian's heart trembled, her delicate body trembled, and the majestic spiritual leader almost became unsteady.
The heartbroken man who was killed by her own hands, the fiancé who had once broken her heart, was lying quietly on the bed, his body covered with white strips of cloth, only revealing a handsome face.
"Qing, Qinglian..." The man's eyes fell on Ye Qinglian. Surprise, guilt, fear, hatred, many emotions flashed through his eyes, and he said angrily, "You, are you still unwilling to let me go?"
"How did you survive?" Ye Qinglian asked coldly.
The man smiled bitterly and did not answer.
"Don't tell me?" Ye Qinglian stretched out her slender hands, grabbed the white cloth wrapped around the man's neck, lifted him up, and said fiercely, "Then I will remove the flesh from that vixen in front of you.
Cut it off piece by piece, stew it into a pot of broth, and feed it to you, so that you, the pair of mandarin ducks with the same destiny, will never be separated for the rest of their lives!"
"I, I..." The man looked anxious, and he opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was so soft that it was even worse than a mosquito or a fly.
"Louder!" Ye Qinglian came close to his mouth and shouted sternly.
It was too late but not too late when the man suddenly spurted a cloud of white smoke from his mouth and headed straight for the door in front of Ye Qinglian.
The distance between the two was extremely close. Ye Qinglian had no idea that a dying cripple would launch a surprise attack on her. In her uneasiness, she was unable to dodge and inhaled a large puff of white smoke.
"You!" She felt dizzy, her limbs were weak, and she couldn't mobilize the spiritual power in her body. She only swayed slightly, then fell to the ground with a "plop" and fell unconscious.
This chapter has been completed!