Jiuhua Xianzong

Not a moment later, I saw a tall and thin man stumbled into the room, cupped his hands in a panic and saluted: "Leng Jingzhou from the inner sect of the Yaowang sect, goodbye..." Seeing three people at a glance, he choked when he saw the back Throat, a look of bewilderment, not knowing how to react.

Fortunately, the shopkeeper followed in. Seeing his boss's expression, he smiled wryly and whispered, "My boss, it's this lady..."

Leng Jingzhou heaved a sigh of relief immediately, and continued to speak after choking: "I pay my respects to Senior Sister Zhenchuan.

Wang Yuerong raised her chin and said calmly: "This is Uncle Mo, hurry up and pay respects."

Leng Jingzhou hurriedly saluted Mo Bule again.

Mo Bule looked at him, laughed and said, "Why are you thinner than me?"

If Mo Bule is as thin as a bamboo pole now, then Leng Jingzhou is very much like him three months ago, just a layer of skin and bones, a dignified alchemist who can make himself into this ghostly appearance, It's also a skill.

"Laughing and joking!" Leng Jingzhou said awkwardly, wiping off his cold sweat, "I practice alchemy all the year round, and after being in contact with the fire for a long time, I got a trace of fire poison before I knew it, and the flesh and blood in my body was exhausted, so I became this picture look."

I didn't expect that he was still a sympathetic fellow, so Mo Bule felt a bit of kindness, and asked softly: "The fire poison accumulated in alchemy is easy to remove, drink some good tea that clears fire on weekdays, and take some fire-fighting and detoxifying medicines intermittently. Since you have opened such a large shop, you can't afford this little expense, right?"

Leng Jingzhou said "uh uh" twice, with a look of embarrassment.

The shopkeeper smiled wryly at the side, and said: "The store earns some spirit stones, and the shop owner uses them to buy spirit herbs... There are also all kinds of weird pills..."

Mo Bule understood as soon as he heard it, the owner of this Leng is an alchemy idiot, and he bought herbs to test various alchemy recipes after earning some money. The Leng Pill Pavilion should be able to achieve this level, it should be all thanks to the shopkeeper's ability, If Leng Jingzhou was still in charge of the shop, he would have suffered a lot.

"By the way, Uncle Mo, why do you want to turn Peiyuan Pill three times?" Leng Jingzhou was not embarrassed for a while, and his mind was full of alchemy. The effect of Yuan Dan is no different from that of Pei Yuan Dan, there is absolutely no need to spend this effort.

"Because I like it." Mo Bule smiled slightly, and took out a hundred catties of lotus seeds from the storage bag and put them down, "This one is very good for eliminating fire and detoxification, so I will give it to you."

Like Leng Jingzhou, the fire poison accumulated by alchemy, as long as he insists on eating a few pills every day, he can get rid of it in half a year at most. Of course, the premise is that Leng Jingzhou will not make alchemy in this half year, which is obviously impossible , so Mo Bule left him a whole hundred catties, enough for him to eat for two years, at least to ensure that the fire poison would not accumulate more and more.

"Ah, it's the lotus seed of Huangrui Yuxinlian. This kind of spiritual flower can only grow in the Ice Wind Valley of Qingyang Mountain. It has always been supplied to the Medicine King Sect. It can't be bought outside..." Leng Jingzhou recognized it at a glance, and was suddenly stunned. Dazed, he slapped his head, looked at Mo Bule and said in surprise, "I see, you are Mo Fryer..."

Mo Bule was stunned for a moment, the nickname Mo Chaolu hadn't been called by anyone for more than 100 years. Hearing Leng Jingzhou mention it at this time, he felt quite aloof.

"You know me?"

Leng Jingzhou is clearly a disciple who started after he left the Yaowang Sect, how could he know his former nickname?I can't help but feel a little emotional. I don't know how many brothers from the same sect who worshiped together in the Yaowangzong are left, either they are promoted to Jindan, or they are dust to dust, dust to dust, tens of billions of monks in the Ming world, but On the journey of longevity, how many people can reach the end?Ninety-nine percent of people fell halfway, and even most of them stopped at the starting point.

"When I was in the sect, I often heard from my master that when my master first entered the sect, there was a senior brother who was a firewood spirit root. He was very talented in alchemy, but his temperament was unstable. Every time he did alchemy, he would explode the furnace, which made the elder of the alchemy room very angry. Beat him with a big stick every day... Later, I heard that he left the sect to practice, and for some reason he was seriously injured, and even his cultivation talent was destroyed, so he was sent by the sect to Qingyang Mountain, where he has been planting yellow pistil jade heart lotus in Icewind Valley... "

Leng Jingzhou was very honest, but Mo Bule felt embarrassed. It was fine if the embarrassing things of the year were told like this. The key is that he didn't know that he had been a negative teaching material for so many years.

"Cough... How long will it take to refine the three-turn Peiyuan pill?" Leng Jingzhou couldn't help but interrupted, and Wang Yuerong might have to laugh out loud if he continued.

"Ah? Oh...it's not troublesome. There is a ready-made one-turn Peiyuan Pill in the shop, and it can be quenched twice, and it will be fine in half a day." When it comes to alchemy, Leng Jingzhou regains his energy.

"Let's go then."

"Yes."

After dismissing Leng Jingzhou with a few words, Mo Bule finally breathed a sigh of relief, and was not in the mood to sit here and wait. After explaining to the shopkeeper, he took Wang Yuerong and Zhang Sheng to Zhiyuanzhai.

Before he could go far, he saw that the crowd in front of him suddenly dispersed automatically, and everyone stood out in a well-mannered way.

"It should be that some important person has come... Let's make way."

Mo Bule had no intention of competing with others, so he took Wang Yuerong and Zhang Sheng to the side of the road, Zhang Sheng didn't care, Qingyang Mountain was really spread outside, it was really nothing, although Wang Yuerong was not very happy, but Mo Bule gave in, She could still arrogantly insist on not being able to get along with others, so she had to follow suit.

After a while, I saw Shi Shiran, a monk at the early stage of Golden Core, walking, walking neither fast nor slow, as if strolling in a courtyard, with a very peaceful expression. Many people on the side of the road bowed their hands and saluted, saying "Zhengfangzhu Antai" ", he was not arrogant, and even nodded in return.

"He is the owner of Yanshan Fang?" Mo Bule could hear clearly, and couldn't help being a little surprised. Seeing this, the owner of Zheng Fang is quite kind, how could he teach a son like Zheng Youhe.

Still Wang Yuerong knew it in her heart, spit lightly, and said: "Pretentious. This old thing is really not a thing, I have made it clear that I don't want him to disturb the interest of the uncle, but he still makes such disgusting gestures. "

Mo Bule understood as soon as he changed his mind, and couldn't help laughing.This Fangzhu Zheng is a clever person, Wang Yuerong didn't let him come and disturb him, so he pretended to be inspecting Yanshan Fang, as the Fangzhu, this is perfectly normal, wait a while, there will probably be a chance encounter.

Sure enough, Fangzhu Zheng quickly came to the front, saw Wang Yuerong standing by the side of the road, he quickly laughed, and said: "Fellow Wang, what a coincidence, I don't want to meet again in such a short time."

The son's limbs were amputated, and the father was not angry at all, looking at Wang Yuerong's eyes, he was almost as eager and intimate as seeing his own mother.

Wang Yuerong rolled her eyes and didn't want to pay attention to him, Zheng Fangzhu didn't care either, her eyes swept over Mo Bule and Zhang Sheng, and she immediately saw that their cultivation bases were only in the Qi refining stage, and she was a little confused for a while, but her face Without revealing anything, he bowed his hands very politely and said, "I'm going down to Zhengguan Mountain, and I'm the master of Yanshan Fang."

Zhang Sheng has lived for decades, and has never met a Jindan cultivator who greeted him. His face flushed for a while, and he subconsciously glanced at Mo Bule. Seeing that the master uncle did not express anything in particular, he quickly bowed his hand and returned the salute. Said: "Disciple Qingyang Mountain true biography Zhang Sheng, pay homage to Master Zheng."

Qingyang Mountain?

Zheng Guanshan restrained his smile a bit, but he was still polite, and his eyes fell on Mo Bule.