Dongfang Po and Xiong Batian looked at the dozens of pills that fell into the amethyst pot, both looking sideways in shock.
They encountered many difficulties in refining a pill, and finally gave up halfway and were defeated.
And Qing Ge was not only refined in the shortest time, but even the quantity and quality exceeded their imagination.
Xiong Batian looked at Qing Ge with even more admiration.
In his life, the person he loved most was A Luo, and the person he admired most was his master.
Qingge raised her hand slightly to wipe away the cold sweat on her forehead. Her eyes were a little dizzy. All the scenery and people were blurred, as if they were fogged, and only vaguely distinguishable outlines could be seen.
In the end, even the blurry picture disappeared, Qingge's eyes darkened, and her delicate body fell forward.
People in the room exclaimed, and they all rushed to Qingge, worried.
Jiu Ci flew over, with quick eyes and quick hands, and he was holding Qing Ge in the blink of an eye.
Dongfang Po and Xiong Batian hurriedly got up and came to check on Qing Ge's condition.
"What's wrong with Ge'er?"
Jiuci asked anxiously, his heart already in his throat.
Dongfang Po breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Young lady, you are overworked. All you need is a good rest. I will refine a concentration pill for you right now."
Hearing this, everyone around him was silent, and when they looked at Qing Ge, their eyes were full of distress and admiration.
Qingge is a practitioner with a strong physique, and he is also a spiritual master, which means that Qingge's soul and will are strong.
For a strong cultivator, how exhausted and overworked does it take to pass out without any warning?
Jiu Ci returned to the room with Qing Ge in his arms, placed Qing Ge gently on the bed, and added a dozen quilts as usual.
In the middle of the night, Yan Bingtong came in a hurry. Yan Bingtong looked at the pale Qingge, with tears in her beautiful eyes.
"Everyone, please let Master clean himself up now. It's not appropriate to disturb him."
Seeing that the room was full of people, Xiong Batian said quickly.
Jiu Ci, Ye Jingfeng and others nodded and walked out.
On the corridor, Ye Jingfeng's face was full of vicissitudes of life. He looked up at the moon and sighed deeply, "This child doesn't look like a daughter, but more like a son.
Ge'er is indeed a good king."
"She is still so young, she should be at the age where she is wearing bright clothes, angry horses, and willfully behaves..." Yan Bingtong choked up.
In the past ten years, they have never protected this child.
When they met later, she tried her best to protect her parents.
When Jiu Ci heard his parents' words, he paused slightly, turned around, and looked at Qing Ge through the window lattice with complicated eyes.
"The beautiful girl is ill now. She has worked too much and deserves a good rest.
At this time, we should try Nu Qi’s treatment to see if it works.”
Dongfang Po’s words made everyone sober.
Ye Qingge has always been their heaven, so when they saw Qingge fainting, everyone collapsed.
Now they just hope that Qingge can have a good rest. During this period, they will continue Qingge's sense of mission and honor.
Dongfang Po and others took the amethyst pot and came to the half-demon.
This half-demon is infected with the disease of half-demon.
Xiong Batian wore gloves soaked in special potion, opened the amethyst pot, took out the green and transparent elixir, opened the half-demon's mouth with his other hand, and then shoved the elixir in.
The elixir melts instantly in your mouth, and wisps of green smoke remain between your lips and teeth, along with a faint fragrance.
"no effect."
Dongfang Po closed his eyes in disappointment.
"Wait a minute -" Xiong Batian stared at the half-demon intently. After a long time passed, Xiong Batian said excitedly: "It's useful, it's useful. You see, his illness is completely cured.
This treatment strategy is so effective."
Dongfang Po was stunned for a moment, full of surprises, then calmed down and whispered: "The best cure is made by the best alchemist, that is a miracle!"
Seeing this, the people around him all breathed a sigh of relief and also reveled in the excitement.
They knew that Qing Ge cared so much about the three sects that he worked hard day and night without even leaving himself a moment's rest.
She will definitely be happy after hearing this answer.
This means that there is at least a glimmer of hope in the three cases, rather than a completely depressing despair!... The next day, Qing Ge was still resting, as if he had fallen into an endless sleep.
There is only one day left before the three events.
This means that tens of thousands of disciples of the three sects infected with the half-demon disease will be burned at the stake and buried alive tomorrow.
In the evening, a figure stood in front of the window outside the house. It was a familiar young man with innocent and harmless eyes as clear as water.
Nu Qi stood at the window edge, looking at Qing Ge from a distance, her eyes full of curiosity and inquiry.
Gulu.
There was a growling sound in the abdomen, Nu Qi rubbed her abdomen, curled her lips and left the edge of the bed.
Nu Qi went to the kitchen, filled her stomach, and suddenly smelled a fragrance, then walked outside the Yeshen Palace.
He met an old man, a white-haired old man. When he was quiet, the old man had the air of a fairy and a noble man.
But when the old man looked at Nu Qi and grinned, he looked like an old naughty boy.
The old man is also an old acquaintance of Qingge, the old man who gave fire sparrows to Moyun Mountains and made chickens at the foot of Yaozong Mountain.
The old man was roasting lotus leaf chicken, holding a cattail fan in his hand to shake the wind.
Nu Qi stood in front of the roasted chicken, looked down, blinked, and drool drooled from the corner of her lips.
"Want to eat?"
the old man asked.
Nu Qi nodded.
The old man took off the chicken with lotus leaves, tore it open with his hands, wrapped it in lotus leaves and handed it to Nu Qi.
Even though Nu Qi was full, she still wolfed down the food, leaving only the chicken bones.
"Do you still want to eat?"
the old man asked.
Nu Qi looked at the old man helplessly, with pitiful eyes and bright eyes.
That was the best-tasting chicken he had ever eaten.
"Do you know the words?"
The old man looked inscrutable, but he was actually a bit cunning like an old fox.
Nu Qi was stunned for a moment, thinking about the old man's question, and then nodded.
The old man wiped his oily hands casually on Nu Qi's body, and then dug into his wide cuffs for a long time before taking out a book wrapped in black leather.
"After reading this book "The Poison King", I will give you a hundred of them so that you can eat enough.
how?"
the old man asked.
Nu Qi blinked, his head was filled with confusion, as if he could not understand what the old man said.
The old man cleared his throat and explained again: "My chicken is the best chicken in the world. It's priceless but hard to find. How about it?"
Nu Qi sat, looking at the old man with her beautiful eyes open, motionless and silent.
"Well, as long as you agree, I will give you an extra chicken today."
said the old man.
Hearing this, the light from Nu Qi's eyes seemed to blind the old man's eyes.
I saw Nu Qi hiding his ears and catching the ancient book "The Poison King" at a very fast speed.
Nu Qi hid "Poison King" and waited obediently like a loyal dog.
The old man knew that he could not deceive his children, so it was time to roast the chicken.
Seeing Nu Qi like this, the old man suddenly felt worried. Is it right or wrong to give this book "The Poison King" to Nu Qi?