In front of one of the palace gates, Zhang Qingzhi and some young Taoists laboriously carried the newly arrived medicinal materials.
Boxes of medicinal materials exuding a strong medicinal fragrance were moved off the oxcart and prepared to be transported to various parts of the Taoist palace for everyone to use.
The sun is shining brightly, and with the development of Taoism now getting better and better, more and more people on Zhang Qingzhi's side are customizing medicinal materials.
More and more disciples entered Tianbao Palace, making his business better and better.
After all, whether practicing martial arts or literary skills, you need a lot of medicinal materials and alchemy to assist.
"Brother, all the goods are here, please order." The young Taoist in charge of delivery stepped forward and handed him a list.
"Okay, thank you very much. This trip has been really hard on you." Zhang Qingzhi smiled gently.
"Where, where."
"Brother Xiaozhi!" Suddenly, a silhouette in the distance quickly approached this side.
She was a beautiful girl with almond-shaped eyes, fair skin, and a cute and pretty face.
The girl was wearing a slightly modified Kun Dao skirt, with a slim figure. She walked by, leaving behind a faint fragrance from the sachet. She was as elegant as a pure white flower.
"Xiaohe, are you here?" Zhang Qingzhi smiled with uncontrollable joy and took the initiative to greet him.
"Brother Xiaozhi, have the red jade Tianxiang pills I ordered last time arrived? You promised me."
The girl is none other than Lin Qianhe, Zhang Qingzhi's childhood sweetheart.
Her appearance and figure are indeed the best choice. There is a hint of purity in her eyes, but her words and deeds are also cute and clever. She is like the girl next door, and people can't help but want to get close to her.
"We're here, we're here a long time ago, but I haven't had time to send it to you yet." Zhang Qingzhi tried hard to control his breath to avoid the embarrassing phenomenon of stuttering again.
He quickly took out a palm-length black jade vial from the inner pocket of his clothes, with the name of the elixir on it.
"I found a good senior brother to help me refine it, and the effect is absolutely authentic!" He explained in a low voice.
"It's really good!!" Lin Qianhe suddenly opened her eyes in surprise. She originally just wanted to try to see if she could get this precious elixir from Zhang Qingzhi.
Unexpectedly, this guy actually got it!
Even her father had a very limited quantity of this kind of elixir. It was an auxiliary practice medicine that was very helpful in literary skills. Because the refining was cumbersome and extremely time-consuming, it was often expensive but not marketable.
"Brother Xiaozhi, you are so good!! Ahhhh!!" Lin Qianhe rushed forward without hesitation and hugged Zhang Qingzhi's arm.
The softest parts of the body are also squeezed against each other intentionally or unintentionally.
Zhang Qingzhi's face instantly turned red, and his whole body stiffened quickly. Hot blood surged in his head, and he felt hot all over.
For a moment, there was no sound around him, only the soft touch on his arm attracted all his attention.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that the hard work he had spent for more than two months, asking others to spend money, and searching for the required materials again and again was worth it.
At some point, the soft touch suddenly disappeared.
Zhang Qingzhi slowly recovered from his dazed state and looked at the petite figure holding the medicine and happily waving goodbye to him.
He decided not to wash his arms for the next week!
The beautiful shadow gradually left until it completely disappeared.
Zhang Qingzhi still stood there stupidly, motionless.
At this time, the sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping and the flowers were fragrant. The white sunny flowers in Tianbao Palace bloomed again, and their fine petals were scattered by the wind from time to time.
Looking at the peaceful Tianbao Palace, the busy but fulfilling Taoists, and the neat and solemn chanting in the distance.
Zhang Qingzhi suddenly felt that everything was so beautiful, so beautiful...
In his spare time, he practices literary skills, and spends most of his time busy making money and refining medicine. He looks forward to meeting Xiaohe every day.
He could feel that Xiaohe and he were getting closer and closer step by step.
Xiaohe trusted him more and more, and would come to him to talk to him every time he was unhappy.
Whenever I have any difficulties, I will always be the first to come to him for help.
She trusts him so much...
Just like when I was a child, pure and flawless...
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laugh!!
Once again, he stabbed Han Jia's heart with an expressionless expression.
Zhang Rongfang looked grim, retreated suddenly, and stood still with a knife.
Bang!!!
There was another muffled sound, and the silver spiritual threads all over the sky were flying like silver snakes, instantly expanding to a radius of thirty meters.
Zhang Rongfang stood quietly on the edge, staring at the silver sphere.
This is already the sixth spiritual explosion.
Soon... soon...
He used his eyesight to carefully stare at the surface of Han Jia's body.
A large number of silver threads waved and wreaked havoc for a while, then shrank back.
As the spiritual thread shrinks.
Zhang Rongfang stepped forward simultaneously, holding the Tianxia knife in his hand tightly.
"We'll see it soon... almost, almost...!"
He stared closely at the place where a large number of spiritual threads gathered.
Suddenly, the sword flashed.
He drew his sword at full speed and slashed forward diagonally.
laugh!
The Tianxia Sword slashed an exaggerated bloody hole on Han Jia's left shoulder, revealing the squirming flesh and silver thread underneath.
In the lower layer of flesh and blood, a bit of silver light quickly began to move in Zhang Rongfang's vision.
Yes!
It will move!!
Not only can it move, it seems to be avoiding! Avoiding the blade.
Zhang Rongfang's blade kept following the silver light closely, slicing Han Jia's body all the way.
But it is a pity that the silver light disappeared deep into the flesh and blood.
"No...it's too fast. Just relying on this vision, you can't see some deep places, and you can't keep up at all.
If I can't keep up, let alone others..."
He put away the knife, looked at Han Jia who had completely lost consciousness, and knocked him out with a wave of his hand.
What Zhang Rongfang didn't notice was that the silver light in Han Jia's body was indeed moving, but it was following a fixed trajectory, drawing a strange face pattern.
Disappointed, he left the pit, and Zhang Zhenhai, who had been waiting outside for a long time, offered him a bottle of watermelon juice chilled with well water.
"Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Zhenhai whispered in a somewhat restrained voice.
"Thank you." Zhang Rongfang smiled back.
Today Zhang Zhenhai seems to be dressing up extra carefully.
It has a slim-fitting black cloak, a pitch-black mask, a brown breastplate, a tight-fitting brown belt, and a lined black short skirt with a light copper-colored cloud pattern at the end of the skirt.
The whole look is restrained, with a hint of hidden sex appeal.
In particular, the high breastplate clearly attracts others' attention, and the delicate white skin between the short skirt and black boots makes people unable to take their eyes away.
When you get closer, you can smell a hint of lychee scented powder.
"Is there anything else?" Zhang Rongfang finished admiring it and had no other thoughts. Seeing that Zhang Zhenhai still didn't leave, he couldn't help but ask.
"Well...this...this is for you!" Zhang Zhenhai once again held a small white bag with both hands, then turned around and ran away.
Zhang Rongfang looked at her figure in astonishment, picked up the kit, and opened it gently.
Inside is a small solid gold saddle.
Delicate patterns are carved around the saddle, and a clear large character is engraved on the side: An.
"Is this a gift?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly felt slightly touched in his heart.
In this life, except for his relatives, no one has ever given him such a personal gift.
"Sir, it's a holiday today..."
A member of the counter-religion who was guarding not far away finally couldn't stand it anymore and shouted a warning.
"Holiday?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly recalled...
Today is Daling’s annual Double Leaf Festival.
Similar to Valentine's Day in a previous life...
As for giving herself a gift on this holiday, Zhang Zhenhai’s thoughts are self-evident.
pity....
He had no intention of getting married and starting a family until he could obtain the strength to fight against the god-worshipping warriors.
He carefully put the golden saddle back and put it away. He could only live up to this feeling for the time being.
Zhang Rongfang quickly left the cave, he wanted to go to Na Yuesheng again to learn the scriptures.
That man is mysterious and may know something.
Not long after, we returned to Mianyunju again.
Yue Sheng was sitting inside, enjoying tea.
Various pastries, braised meats, nuts, fruits, everything is available.
All this money was naturally recorded in Zhang Rongfang's account.
"Brother Yue."
As soon as Zhang Rongfang entered the door, he walked straight towards Yue Sheng.
"Here we go, sit down! Let's have something to eat together." Yue Sheng pointed to the seat opposite him and said boldly.
"I can't eat...I encountered some problems, so I came here to see Brother Yue for advice." Zhang Rongfang sighed.
"It's easy to talk about. You tell me, I can't guarantee that I can answer it. At most, I can give you some suggestions." Yue Sheng said with a smile, "After all, the world is a big place. At most, I can go to more places and see more things.
, what we know is only a drop in the ocean.”
The more humble he is, the more Zhang Rongfang believes in him.
"That's it. Last time, Brother Yue said that everything has a heart, but what if the heart can also move? I can't capture it..."
"Isn't the heart naturally moving?" Yue Sheng asked inexplicably, "I don't understand other things. I only know that because of different physiques, everyone's heartbeats should be different. Some people's hearts are still on the right side.
Are you right?"
Does your heart move?
Zhang Rongfang narrowed his eyes and suddenly seemed to think of something.
I can move...
Will move...
As his health continues to increase, his body's five senses are gradually becoming more acute.
He feels about himself.
Except for not breaking through the limits of human beings, all perceptions have reached the top of human beings.
Of course, the only thing that has changed qualitatively is vision.
At this time, I heard what Yue Sheng said.
Zhang Rongfang felt as if there was something fleeting in his heart, and he was just a little bit closer to catching it.
"Brother Zhang, what's wrong?" Yue Sheng looked at Zhang Rongfang, who was in a daze, somewhat strangely, and waved his hand in front of him.
"It's okay." Zhang Rongfang came to his senses. He stood up quickly and clasped his fists. "Suddenly I thought of something and I have to go back to deal with it. Brother Yue, I'll treat you this time. I'll take my leave and go back. See you next time!"
"Eh?" Yue Sheng still wanted to speak, but saw the other party turn around and leave without any hesitation, and disappeared outside the teahouse door in a few moments.
He touched his beard in confusion, shook his head, and continued to eat with his head down.
"Ah, waiter, give me another pot of Wuyunqinghua tea!"
"My guest is here, but you have already drank the fourth bottle... What do you think this money is...?" The waiter from Mianyunju looked at Yue Sheng helplessly and horrified.
Unfortunately, this guy never gave me the money.
What’s shocking is that this guy has eaten nearly twice as much food as an average person. Is he really not afraid of being stuffed to death?
"It's okay, it's okay. Brother Jing Rong said that all meals will be recorded in his account!" Yuesheng waved his hand and said without caring.