"Did you drink the fairy water again just now? Could this thing also speed up our swallowing of precious medicines? No wonder your cultivation speed is several times faster than others."
Bian Wanqing sighed in surprise and licked her lips unconsciously without even noticing it.
Ye Congwen knew that Bian Wanqing had used the Sixteen-Style Heavenly Maid Scattering Hand to kill four people today. He estimated that the energy in the cauldron had also been depleted a lot. In order to consolidate Assistant Bian's peak combat effectiveness, he had no choice but to take out the bottle of Nether Cold Spring and pour it.
A little bit in a small porcelain cup.
Then he handed it to Bian Wanqing and reminded:
"Drink it, and when you wake up tomorrow, everything will be back to what it was before."
Bian Wanqing had long wanted to taste the original fairy water. Where is the god? Today, he got his wish. How can he be polite to Ye Congwen? He took the porcelain cup and looked at it carefully for a long time. Finally, he found that the fairy water had something to do with it.
Ordinary spring water looks exactly the same, so you can only sip it.
When the cold spring of the underworld spreads along the throat to the muscles and veins of the whole body, although it is cold to the heart, there is no place that is not warm and tingling like jade, as if it can sew up the muscles and veins torn during the day's fight one by one.
It makes you feel comfortable enough to make you want to sleep.
"Go to sleep. Only you can open this rope. I can't escape."
Ye Congwen closed the Ye Mingzhu, separated the Jinping between the two of them, lay down on the mat, and fell asleep soon.
When she woke up, Bian Wanqing felt extremely comfortable all over her body. She sat up suddenly and looked along the rope hole. It wasn't until she saw Ye Congwen's arm clearly visible that her worry slowly faded away.
Seeing that Ye Congwen hadn't woken up, Bian Wanqing couldn't bear to disturb his dream, so he had to take the opportunity to run the technique again.
After a long time, I let out a long sigh. The boundary between the muscle expansion and pulse expansion realm and the body shaping and shaping realm was too thick. Without the Hong-level demon core as a guide, I would never be able to advance to the body shaping and shaping realm before I was thirty years old.
"Why are you sighing so early in the morning? I don't think you are usually quite confident?"
Ye Congwen saw Bian Wanqing's helpless expression through the gap. This was very different from the strong and confident person in his impression, so he couldn't help but ask.
"I used to be quite confident, but now that I have met a cultivator like you, the three of us were defeated by you together, and my confidence has been destroyed by you a long time ago."
Bian Wanqing calmed down and replied self-deprecatingly.
"Don't keep competing with people like us who are deputy commanders. You can compete with the younger generation of captains in the Hundred Beasts Battlefield. You will find that those older brothers and sisters in their thirties and forties are no match for your little sister.
With my meager strength, I have never competed with the deputy commanders of the three palaces. Otherwise, when I think that all of them have entered the Taoist realm, how can I survive my life?"
Bian Wanqing was stunned for a moment by what Ye Congwen said. At first hearing what he said seemed quite reasonable, but when she thought that Ye Congwen was only seventeen years old this year, she immediately turned her back:
"Stop pretending to be a senior in front of me, don't forget that you are only seventeen years old this year!"
"Well--
Since we are so familiar, I might as well reveal a secret to you. In fact, I will be thirty years old on February 14th this year——"
"Stop, stop, stop, I just sighed occasionally. I don't need anyone to comfort me. When will we set off?"
Bian Wanqing didn't want to listen to Ye Congwen's consolation, so she rushed to speak immediately, stood up suddenly, put away the Jinping and prepared to set off immediately.
"Put on the four-color treasure clothes, let's set off now. Has the energy in the cauldron been restored?" Ye Congwen saw that Bian Wanqing regarded good intentions as donkey liver and lungs. Isn't a white lie not considered cheating if you haven't heard of it? If you weren't afraid,
Your low mood affects your fighting ability. Do I need to waste my time?
"I'm back as before. Your tamper-proof fairy fruit is indeed hundreds of times better than that Qianqian fairy water."
Bian Wanqing answered meaningfully, rolled her eyes at Ye Congwen, and let him figure it out for himself.
"You get what you pay for. If we just sell fairy water, one drop will cost a gold bar. Many people will definitely complain that the portion is too small. I will give everyone a pound of special fruit juice and wine for free. I am running a loss-making business, okay?"
good?"
Ye Congwen replied matter-of-factly, now that I am the exclusive supplier of Netherworld Cold Spring, and it is often out of stock, how can I do a monopoly business? I already have a good conscience not to increase prices indiscriminately.
"So I drank dozens of your gold bars in one gulp yesterday? Just tell me the number and I'll give you the gold bars."
Bian Wanqing said politely that as long as Ye Congwen is willing, I can order another five hundred drops of fairy water in advance.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"Forget it, you are now my assistant after all. Our brigade has always been generous to our own people.
But if you feel sorry for yourself and insist on giving me a few hundred gold bars to express your feelings, I will be disrespectful."
"What should I feel sorry for? Vice Commander Ye is generous and considerate of his subordinates. Isn't it normal to reward everyone with a few drops of fairy water from time to time?"
"Theoretically, this is correct. However, the landlord's family does not have any surplus food. The deputy commander has a limited inventory of fairy water. I am afraid that he may have more than enough ambition but not enough energy."
"I clearly saw that there is still more than half of the jade bottle of yours. If we split it equally, we can at least eat it for a few months!"
"I heard that there are 100,000 gold bars in your Bian Mansion's treasury. If we share it equally, I can marry another 128 daughters-in-law to continue the family line."
"I'm afraid you'll die on a woman's belly. For the sake of your health, I won't give you any."
………………
The two of them fought back and forth all the way, and they didn't stop arguing until they entered Shiwanda Mountain.
The two of them were clothed in four-color treasure robes, covering them so tightly that even if they passed by the monster, they would not be noticed.
After walking for hundreds of miles, we encountered several waves of people fighting with monsters along the way, with casualties on both sides. Although these warlocks had the upper hand, all of them were covered in colors, their clothes were in tatters, and they were half stained red with blood.
Judging from this appearance, it seems that they have experienced a lot of fighting along the way. Otherwise, with the strength of these warlocks who have expanded their muscles and expanded their veins, several Dacheng-level wild-level monsters would never dare to take the initiative to attack them.
Bian Wanqing was secretly proud of herself. Fortunately, she followed Ye Congwen and was protected by these four-color treasure clothes, thus avoiding many fights.
The two of them had Siseling pills in their mouths and could only communicate by writing on their palms.
"Do you know these people?"
This is what Ye Congwen is asking.
"Looking at this move, he is good at defense but weak at offense. He should be a descendant of Xiao Mansion, an in-law of the Prince's Mansion of Mudan County next door."
"What about these three people?"
"Good at attacking, blindly pursuing speed, opening up one's own door. Even if you have the upper hand now, if you are not careful, your entire army will be wiped out - this is a descendant of the Chen family, an in-law of the Haitang County prince in the northwest corner."
Ye Congwen asked three or four questions, and Bian Wanqing knew all the treasures inside and out. This skill even Ye Congwen envied. This is the reason why he is usually well-informed, and he does not have the conditions to cultivate him since he was a child.
, no matter how talented you are, you cannot have this kind of vision.
For example, Bian Qianqian, who is also the eldest daughter of the Bian family, may not have this ability.
"Is there anyone among these people you can have fun with and talk to? Should we lend a helping hand?"
"What kind of help? These people are here to steal the inheritance of the Demon Hunting God King from us. If they all die young, wouldn't it be just what you want?"
"Nonsense, I just want to come out and persuade them to go back home, but they may not listen to my advice."
Ye Congwen smiled knowingly and took Bian Wanqing forward to continue on the road. In the past three days, he encountered 20 or 30 teams fighting against the monsters. They were all in-laws or loyal servants of various county princes. Ye Congwen tested them at will.
I visited Bian Wanqing several times and found that the woman answered questions fluently.
Anyway, I couldn't tell the truth from what was said, so even if Bian Wanqing fooled me, there was nothing I could do. In the end, I simply stopped asking, just casually glanced at him from a distance, and continued on my way.
On the fourth day, Ye Congwen saw a group of people being beaten up by monsters from a distance. He was busy looking for the perfect treasure place where the five prison mountains were gathered, but he couldn't find it anywhere.
My mental observation is that those crooked sorceresses are fighting and killing each other.
After all, not everyone's fights are as eye-catching as when Bian Wanqing performed the Heavenly Lady's Scattering Hands.
Just as he was about to go on the road again, he was suddenly pulled by Bian Wanqing. The two of them had the same rope wrapped around their hands. Bian Wanqing didn't move. How did Ye Congwen leave?
"There is an acquaintance."
Following Bian Wanqing's gaze, it turned out that it was Jia Zhenzhen, a little man, who was fighting tenaciously. The two big followers behind him were already scarred and dying, and only Jia Zhenzhu, the only seedling, was left struggling there.
"Zhen Yingjun, come and help me. Don't open the battle line too far. Jia Yan and Jia Li have also lost their fighting ability!"
Jia Zhenzhu's lips were chapped, her hair was messy, her black and red dress was in tatters, her shoulders and back were looming, and even her thighs and belly were exposed.
Looking at this look, it seems that you have been fighting World of Warcraft for a long time, don't you even have time to change into new clothes?
"You want to save them?"
Ye Congwen wrote in the palm of Bian Wanqing's hand.
"Don't forget, the commander has entrusted you with the safety of the three of us. If Jia Zhenzhu and Zhen Yingjun's lives are in danger, be careful that the deputy commander of the third government will ask you to hold them accountable."
Bian Wanqing pushed the matter to the commander, with a high-spirited look, letting Deputy Commander Ye make his own decision, and I was just a little assistant who followed orders.
Ye Congwen was slightly dazed. It seemed that the commander had explained it this way before, but now we are no longer in the battlefield of beasts. Once we enter the Lost Forest, we will become opponents competing for the inheritance of the Demon Hunting God King. If we don't kill them, we will already be in trouble.
For the sake of fellow Lizhou fellows, I ran out to rescue them now.
If Zhen Yingjun, Jia Zhenzhu and Bian Wanqing join forces to exclude me, then I am not feeding a tiger into danger?
"At critical moments, you must know how to sacrifice your troops to protect your commander. Since Jia Yanjiali dares to follow, she must have been prepared to sacrifice. How will you fight for the inheritance of the Demon Hunting God King with two wounded soldiers and disabled generals?"
Zhen Yingjun's calm and collected voice came from behind the tree, making Jia Zhenzhu angry and cursed:
"What the hell are you talking about! What happened to the wounded soldiers and disabled generals? Without them standing in front to protect us from the wind and rain, how could we have gotten here just by you and me?
Repay kindness with hatred, I think your heart is darker than Ye Congwen's skin!"
With a puff, Bian Wanqing couldn't help but laugh. Thinking of the scene last night when Ye Congwen took off his clothes and couldn't see anyone, Bian Wanqing fully agreed with Jia Zhenzhu's words.