The heroine who wears the book is a brain tonic emperor

Through the screen, Jiang Qingwan's eyes flashed a little complicated, but no one saw it.

However, Bai Zhiluo breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Leng Aotian was somewhat puzzled, she hurriedly said: "Ah... I'm afraid you misunderstood."

She waved her hand to slightly adjust the position of the screen, and conveniently added a layer of prohibition to block the exploration of spiritual consciousness, and showed the bonfire to Leng Aotian.

A few bunches of mushrooms were still on the fire, steaming hotly.

Bai Zhiluo pointed to the mushrooms that were crowded together, and said with an innocent face: "Young Xia Leng, the smell you smelled just now probably came from these mushrooms. I just went out to hunt for food, and picked some fresh mushroom fruits. The fruits call me We shared the meal with Qing Wan, and now there are only some mushrooms left to roast here."

She was very grateful and said: "However, if Leng Shaoxia hadn't pointed it out, I'm afraid we would have eaten these mushrooms."

Following Jiang Qingwan for only a short while, Bai Zhiluo felt that her ability to open her eyes and tell nonsense had made great progress.The mushrooms and wild fruits of the first part had already entered Jiang Qingwan's stomach along with the soup, and what was on the fire was the rest.

Without giving Leng Aotian, who was still suspicious, a chance to question, Bai Zhiluo hurriedly said a few polite words, and slipped into the barrier behind the screen.

She sat cross-legged, using her kung fu to activate the dense patterns on the medicine cauldron.Immediately, the medicinal fragrance slowly drifted away from the tripod, but turned back at the barrier, and finally could not come out.

Jiang Qingwan originally wanted to explain his doubts to her, but seeing that Bai Zhiluo had already closed her eyes and performed her exercises, she didn't say much.

... (harmonious dividing line) ...

By the time Jiang Qingwan changed her clothes and sat around the small campfire with the other two, sharing the [true] spiritual fruit picked by Leng Aotian, most of the medicinal properties in her meridians had dissipated, except for the occasional Except for his complexion, which is still not very natural, the rest has probably returned to normal.

Although the situation at the time of the attack is very similar, after all, one is just a small prop for flirting, while the other is a magic poison, and the effect is naturally very different.

If it was really Bai Zhiluo's own fault that caused Jiang Qingwan to suffer this calamity, she would probably have been saddened by this hurdle, and this is the favorite material of the heart demon.

She considers herself to be a principled person.

At this moment, Leng Aotian is slowly peeling away the skin of a spiritual fruit that looks like an orange.

While stuffing the yellow "orange" petals into his mouth, he looked bitterly at Jiang Qingwan, who was obviously overly cautious, for fear of eating some strange medicinal spirit fruit, and smiled bitterly: "Fairy Jiang, what are you doing like this?" Beware of me, I will be sad."

Bai Zhiluo couldn't help sighing as she looked at the heroine who had buffed her body/middle/spring/medicine probability.

Seeing that although Jiang Qingwan agreed in mouth, but the exploration and defense in his expression did not diminish at all, Leng Aotian could only smile wryly again.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

But he still didn't give up, and glanced at the corpse of the "mushroom" on the ground that had been smashed by Bai Zhi, trying to force an awkward chat: "Actually, the two of you are lucky this time. You must know that there is another school in this world." The spirit grass is called Ice Muscle Snow Bone Flower, and its appearance and smell are very similar to this Bing Muscle Jade Dew Flower, but the former is extremely poisonous with almost no cure. If it weren't for..."

Before the words fell, Jiang Qingwan had already straightened / stood / stood / stood up, and the long sword was unsheathed in an instant. It was icy cold, and the tip of the sword, which was flickering with cold light, touched Leng Aotian's neck.

Her face was as heavy as water, and she said indifferently: "So you are from the Demon Sect. Tell me! How did you find this place? Zhiluo is pure-hearted and doesn't care about you. But you can't play me as a fool !"

[Fool] Bai Zhiluo: ...

She quickly stood up, sighed in despair, and said to Jiang Qingwan in a gentle voice: "Calm down, calm down. How could Young Master Leng be a member of the Demon Sect? Are you thinking too much?"

Her word "again" really hit Jiang Qingwan's sore spot. Her body was slightly stiff, but she returned to normal in an instant, but the long sword was still sitting on the ground, obviously unable to keep up with her head. Leng Aotian of Huihui's neck.

"Although ice muscle jade dew flowers are more common, but even though ice muscle snow bone flowers are the signature poison of the altar of acacia, they are often ground into medicinal powder and mixed with other medicines. In this world, people can only rely on smell The only ones who can distinguish between these two types of elixir are people from the Medicine Valley who have been soaked in this way all the year round. It’s just that the people in the Medicine Valley avoid the world all the year round, and will never contact outsiders unless necessary. You mediocre How did a Sanxia do it?"

Leng Aotian squeezed a cold sweat secretly, but on the bright side his expression was indifferent: "If I am a member of the Demon Sect, then what is the purpose of my approaching you? In other words, what is there for you that is worthy of my plot What about it? As for the fact that I can recognize the difference between these two elixirs, it is because I am studying under the medicine sage, Mu Tianxue."

Jiang Qingwan sneered: "Nonsense, why have I never heard of such an expert? If you want to deceive someone, you should find someone who is reliable?"

Leng Aotian's expression remained unchanged: "The family teacher has retired 300 years ago, and the younger generation of monks is naturally seldom known."

Seeing Jiang Qingwan's uncertain expression, he smiled slightly: "Fairy Jiang has asked me so many questions, but I only want to ask the fairy one thing. I wonder if the fairy is willing to answer one or two questions?"

Jiang Qingwan sneered, "Say it."

"As far as I know, the Momen Alchemy Altar was merged into other altars as early as 2000 years ago, and has not come out for activities for a long time. May I ask the fairy, who is only a hundred years old, and where did she know the details of the altar produced by the altar? ? Can I also venture to guess..."

Jiang Qingwan's complexion changed slightly, she glanced at Bai Zhiluo out of the corner of her eye, and saw that she was still confused, and her heart was filled with surprise.

"Although I listen to Yu Pavilion, although it is declining now, there are always some accumulations over the countless years. I am the young master of Ting Yu Pavilion, and many classics and materials in the cabinet of Zangshu Pavilion are naturally open to me. I know it, but it's not surprising, right?"

Although her words were still icy cold, the corners of her eyes and brows had restrained her spirit, and the long sword had already been put back into its box.

[True] Seeing that the two of them stopped fighting, Bai Zhiluo, who eats melons, quickly took the opportunity to say: "We are both righteous, so why fight and kill each other? Look, how good is the harmony?"

Although she said this, she sighed in her heart: I am afraid that this broken heroine is not only a brain tonic emperor, but also a dramatist.

Seeing that the resentment in her eyes seemed to have gained substance, Jiang Qingwan withdrew her long sword, sat down again, and snorted coldly: "For Zhiluo's sake, I won't bother with you anymore. It's just that young hero Leng Haven't explained how you found us so quickly?"