Immortal Mortal

After seeing Mu Ying's appeal, Mo Wuji didn't write about Precious Blood Lotus Root. The only thing he can sell is precious blood lotus root. Now that Mu Ying needs precious blood lotus root, he simply asks Mu Ying to exchange it later.

Mo Pill Master... At this moment, a surprised voice rang in Mo Wuji's ear.

Mo Wuji turned his head and saw Yin Qianyin walking over. There was another guy beside Yin Qianyin that he didn't want to see, that was Qu Danshi.

Junior Brother Mo, I've been worrying about you all this time. I'm finally relieved that you can come here. Yin Qianyin said excitedly.

Mo Wuji smiled, Thank you Senior Sister Yin, I was lucky and escaped unharmed.

Yin Qianyin said apologetically, I'm sorry, Junior Brother Mo, it's my fault this time that put you in danger.

Mo Wuji knew that it was Yin Qianyin's fault, and Yin Qianyin didn't know that he would kill Meng Boyu, so he was caught off guard by the second elder.

Senior Sister Yin, I can't blame you for this incident, besides, it's over. Mo Wuji said with a wave of his hand.

Hmph, a person with bad conduct like you will eventually fall into Senior Xu's hands one day. Alchemist Qu felt extremely upset when he saw Mo Wuji in this person.

Mo Wuji frowned immediately, and then asked, Senior Sister Yin? Who is this guy?

Yin Qianyin smiled slightly, as if she didn't know that Mo Wuji had known alchemist Qu for a long time, and she still said, This is alchemist Qu Feiyang of the Wuhen Sword Sect, a third-rank peak alchemist.

Mo Wuji sneered, I thought it was a celestial alchemist, and he spoke as if he were the alchemy king of the five great empires. By the way, are you that onion?

In the Wuhen Sword Sect, Mo Wuji had already been aggrieved enough, this is not the Wuhen Sword Sect.

Qu Feiyang's face was extremely angry, but he also knew where this place was. Instead, he said calmly, I'm not a heavenly alchemist, nor is that onion. But I, Qu Feiyang, will never kill Brothers from the same sect...

Originally, the quarrel between Mo Wuji and Qu Feiyang attracted the attention of many people, but now that Qu Feiyang deliberately said the words of killing his fellow disciples, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone around. Even Mu Ying, who had just received Disongmai, was disgusted. People who kill even the door are obviously extremely bad.

Yin Qianyin wanted to refute Mo Wuji, but she didn't know how to refute. She also guessed that Mo Wuji really killed Meng Boyu. As for the reason for killing Meng Boyu, based on her understanding of Mo Wuji, it must not be for no reason.

Mo Wuji glanced at Qu Feiyang coldly, and said in his heart that if you dare to argue with me, you're not close. In his previous life, he did not know how many forums he had participated in, and how many elite experts in the medical field he had argued with. How could he be afraid of a Qu Feiyang who only knew how to make alchemy? I am not afraid of you in alchemy, and debate will kill you in seconds.

At the same time, he also knew that he had to change Mu Ying's opinion of him in the shortest possible time. It was fine for others to hate him, and he would never let Mu Ying hate him.

Dear friends of alchemy, before I defend myself, let me tell you a story. There was a gentleman who was highly respected. Not to please the rest of the disciples.

Because Mo Wuji said at the beginning that he wanted to tell a story for everyone to hear, the hall was extremely silent. Mo Wuji's voice was slightly low, and it was even more convincing in this silent hall.

This year coincided with a famine, this gentleman and all his disciples could only live on rice porridge. In order to respect the gentleman, the thickest part of the rice porridge would be served to him every time. One day, Yan He brought a bowl of rice porridge as usual. A bowl of rice porridge was given to Mr. Unexpectedly, a bit of dust flew up on the way, and the dust fell on the rice porridge. Yan scooped up the dust with a spoon, but he thought it was a pity to lose it, so he took the dusty I ate a mouthful of porridge.

This process is being clearly seen by the master, and it is also seen by another disciple of the master. The only difference is that the disciple didn't see the dust. The disciple told his husband that Yan had stolen his rice porridge. All the disciples despised Yan, Mr. Wei sighed, sometimes seeing is not true.

Dear friends, since sometimes what you see is not true, let alone one-sided words?

Mu Ying pondered for a while, then cupped her fists apologetically and said to Mo Wuji, I was preconceived and hated you in my heart, but I lost my rational judgment.

Mo Wuji said hastily, It's no wonder Senior Sister Mu, most ordinary people will have the same thought when they hear about the killing of their fellow disciples.

Qu Feiyang's face was even more gloomy. He didn't expect that Mo Wuji would take the advantage back with just one story before he started to argue.

Since this is the case, presumably Mo Danshi didn't kill his fellow disciples. Mu Ying said immediately.

Mo Wuji first clasped his fists around, and then said, My alchemy friends, I used to be the Keqing Alchemist of the Wuhen Sword Sect. Before I left the Wuhen Sword Sect, I did kill one of the Wuhen Sword Sects. Second grade alchemist, his name is Meng Boyu.

The scene fell silent, and all the alchemists heard Mo Wuji's words, thinking that Mo Wuji was trying to defend himself, and that he didn't kill his fellow disciples. Unexpectedly, in the end he still admitted to killing his fellow disciples, it seems that Qu Danshi did not wrong him.

Because Mo Wuji's previous story came first, no one came forward to question Mo Wuji. All the alchemists present knew that Mo Wuji must have something else to say.

Mo Wuji said again, Because I became a second-rank human alchemist by chance, I was hired as a Keqing alchemist by the Wuhen Sword Sect and lived in Oujian Peak and Xueou Lake. It is the place where the sect's spiritual energy is most lacking, but no one competes with me.

All the alchemists nodded. In their opinion, a second-rank alchemist belongs to Ke Qing, so naturally he won't be allocated a good place.

A few months ago, one of my supervisors dug up a section of precious blood lotus root in Xuelotou Lake...

Mo Wuji's words immediately attracted everyone's attention. Mu Ying's eyes lit up even more, and she fixed her gaze on Mo Wuji. In recent years, there are less and less precious blood lotus root, and even if there is a little bit, it is a rare and defective product. She was in urgent need of the precious blood lotus root, so she naturally paid close attention to Mo Wuji's words.

Even Yin Qianyin stared at Mo Wuji in amazement, she never thought that the cause of the incident was the precious blood lotus root.

At this moment, Meng Boyu went to the Xueou Lake. He naturally saw the precious blood lotus root, and immediately wanted to steal it. My manager naturally didn't want the precious blood lotus root to be snatched away by him, but Meng Boyu beat him. Just when Meng Boyu was about to kill him, I arrived in time. He snatched my things from my place, wanted to kill people around me, and even killed me. Friends of Alchemy, if it were you, How about you?

If it was me, I would smash his head to pieces with one punch. As soon as Mo Wuji finished speaking, Zhen Shaoru's rude voice came in time. This guy was full of spirit fruits and was looking for Mo Wuji everywhere.

Mo Pill Master, do you know where the precious blood lotus root is?

At this time, no one cared about Meng Boyu, and no one cared about Zhen Shaoru's rudeness. Most people cared about the whereabouts of the precious blood lotus root.

With so many people asking, Mu Ying hurriedly asked, Master Mo, is the precious blood lotus root still there?

Mo Wuji sighed in his heart, as expected, everything else was secondary.

Mo Wuji, anyway, alchemist Meng is dead, you are a handyman disciple, don't you think you can say whatever you want? Seeing that Mo Wuji had completely controlled the scene, and even got the precious blood lotus root, Qu Feiyang's heart suddenly jumped. furious.

If he had known that he had found the precious blood lotus root in the blood lotus lake, even if Yin Qianyin stopped him, he would never let Mo Wuji go. To know the precious blood lotus root in Xuelotou Lake, it must have been at least a hundred years old. It's a pity that it's too late now, and this surname Mo escaped unharmed.

Alchemist Qu, no matter how prejudiced you are against Alchemist Mo, you can't call Alchemist Mo a handyman disciple. An alchemist in the crowd immediately called out with some displeasure.

Qu Feiyang said coldly, He was originally just a handyman recruited by the Wuhen Sword Sect from the secular world, but he became an alchemist only because of his luck.

Mu Ying suddenly asked, Master Mo, your name is Mo Wuji, do you have any relationship with Pharmacist Mo who developed Mo's liquid?

Mo Wuji cupped his fists and said, Thank you, Senior Sister Mu, for your absurd praise before. Mo is not talented, and he is the pharmacist who disclosed penicillin. I was originally from a family of a county king, and because the position of county king was coveted by others, it led to my death. My family was ruined. As for my alchemy, it was also passed down from my family.

At this point, Mo Wuji didn't care too much. Even if Situ Qian stood in front of him, he would dare to say this.

Zhen Shaoru immediately yelled loudly, The position of the king of a small county is also taken by someone. Tell me which bird man it is, and I will knock his eggs off. What about the king of the lord country, this guy is Idiot?

In the eyes of Zhen Shaoru, the monarch of a lord country is really nothing.

No one cared about Zhen Shaoru's words, because Mu Ying praised him so much before. After hearing that Mo Wuji was the pharmacist who contributed Mo's liquid medicine, many people's views on Mo Wuji had already changed fundamentally. As for what Qu Feiyang said just now, how could anyone care?

It turns out that you are Mo Yaoshi, and Mu Ying thanked Mo Yaoshi on behalf of the countless mortals who have benefited. After speaking, Mu Ying bowed slightly.

Mo Wuji hurriedly said he didn't dare, and then took out a piece of precious blood lotus root and said, Senior Mu, I don't have many spirit stones on me, so I want to exchange some precious blood lotus root for some spiritual herbs. But I don't know that precious blood lotus root What is the value of the lotus root, can it be exchanged for...

Mu Ying grabbed the jade box that Mo Wuji lowered over, and immediately opened the jade box. A piece of precious blood lotus root that was crystal clear like a ruby ​​lay in the jade box, exuding a faint fragrance.

The alchemists around all gasped in exclamation, and Mu Ying said after watching the precious blood lotus root, This is a precious blood lotus root that is nearly a hundred years old, and its value is very high. I haven't seen such a precious blood lotus root for many years. The lotus root is gone. The only pity is that the shredded lotus root is gone, which greatly reduces the value of the precious blood lotus root.

Hearing this, Mo Wuji suddenly regretted greatly. It's not that he regretted that the silk of the precious blood lotus root was taken away by him, but because he made a mistake. He thought that the precious blood lotus root cultivated by Fei Bingzhu had the same value as the precious blood lotus root in his hand. Now after hearing Mu Ying's words, he realized that the precious blood lotus root also has a different year.

But he only had a few pieces of the aged precious blood lotus root in his hand.

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