Time passed quickly while she was refining pills and carefully testing Mr. Long. In the blink of an eye, it was time to go out.
These days, Mu Wanwan got up very early and went to bed very late every day, in order to make the most of her time to refine more pills.
She mainly refined Huiling Pills. She could refine four or five furnaces a day, and each furnace had about ten pills. But she didn't succeed in making pills every time. Sometimes, some minor control errors would cause the entire furnace of pills to fail to be refined. So now her daily income is about three medium-grade spirit stones.
Even if she had to share it with her uncle, it would be a huge fortune! !
As for the materials, she discarded the parts that could not be used to refine pills, but she still used the roots of Huiling Fruit and Qingyu Flower, which contained impurities but could remove 80% of the impurities. One reason was that she didn't want the pills she made to be too unique, and the other was that if she only used the most refined parts with few impurities, then the materials would be too few. Even if she cultivated a lot of seedlings when she had an epiphany, it would probably not last for a few pills.
She also tried to refine the Ningxue Pill, which was much more difficult than the Huiling Pill. After failing twice, she discarded all the impurities and used up all the Ningxue. Finally, she successfully refined five Ningxue Pills this afternoon.
When the Ningxue Pills were condensed, her cute little eyes were almost glued to them.
Mu Wanwan was also very happy. The process of condensing the Snow Pill was very different from that of the Soul Rejuvenating Pill. With the rich fragrance of flowers, five round white pills were suspended above the pill furnace, surrounded by a moist white light.
Mu Wanwan quickly put the pills back into the jade bottle and sealed it.
She didn't know at first that the pills would lose a lot of medicinal power if exposed to the air, so generally experienced alchemists would put the pills away at the moment of condensation.
"Chi~" Mengmeng breathed in the fragrance in the air, tilted her head and rubbed the jade bottle in Mu Wanwan's hand desperately, trying to get a Soul Rejuvenating Pill by selling her cuteness.
"Haha, it's itchy." Mu Wanwan patted her little head, but did not continue to indulge her.
It ate the Soul-Returning Pills. The Snow-Condensing Pills were very important nowadays. They might not be available outside. They were very important to Uncle Zong and Mr. Long.
Of the five pills, she was going to give two to Uncle Zong and the rest to Mr. Long.
Uncle Zong had helped them so much. If it weren't for Uncle Zong and Aunt Yun, she wouldn't have been able to earn spirit stones to cultivate spirit plants, refine pills, and raise dragons. She would probably have started to eat coarse food by now.
Now that she finally had some strength, she couldn't be ungrateful.
Mengmeng was a sensible chirp. It didn't insist on having it. It just chirped twice in disappointment, blinked, and changed its target. It chirped as if its little mouth was smeared with honey, wanting the Soul-Returning Pill without impurities.
Mu Wanwan pinched its little wings and prepared to feed it in the evening.
Most of those Huiling fruits, bell grass, and silt-clearing flowers were transformed into Huiling pills containing some impurities, and some were refined by her into orange-yellow, uneven Huiling pills.
Including the previous ones, she now has 123 ordinary Huiling pills, 25 Huiling pills without impurities, and 5 Ningxue pills.
"Call it a day." Mu Wanwan put away the pill furnace, cleaned up the side hall, and in the evening, she rarely ate spiritual fruits instead of dinner. She cooked some spiritual rice porridge and stir-fried some vegetables for herself.
As for Mr. Long...
he still ate spiritual fruits.
Baizhen Fruit with the taste of orange and rotten apple (￣︶￣)
Who made him not wake up? Mu Wanwan was washing the dishes, feeling a little depressed.
She thought what she did was obvious. These past few nights, she would wait for the dragon to come over and secretly grab her hand to see what he was going to do before going to sleep.
As a result, on the first night, Mr. Long awkwardly pressed her head on his shoulder, and that was it.
On the second night, a certain dragon kissed her forehead twice, called her Madam, and then it was over.
On the third night, the dragon grabbed her hand, put her hand on his chest in a cheesy way and covered it for a while, and then fell asleep holding her hand. In fact, Mu Wanwan didn’t understand what he was thinking_(:з」∠)_Mu
Wanwan was completely confused. She was very afraid of Mr. Long at first, worried that he was as cruel and bloodthirsty as people said outside.
But these days, from the time she found him awake to now, he has been very cautious, for fear that he would disturb her. Seeing him act like this, Mu Wanwan suspected that he really didn't realize that she was pretending to sleep, and had already noticed that he was pretending to sleep.
She tried for a few nights, and the response she got was just this kind of cherishing and care.
Mu Wanwan washed her hands and pressed her watery fingertips on her hot cheeks, as if that could suppress all the heat.
There must be something wrong with her, she actually thought that Mr. Long, who had such a scary face and was sneaky every day... was cute.
Maybe, she really had some ideas about Mr. Long?
Whether she was willing to admit it or not, that hint of ambiguous feeling gradually and uncontrollably fermented.
Mu Wanwan walked out of the kitchen in a hurry and looked up at the setting sun.
In fact, the weather has been very good during this period.
Although the temperature has slowly dropped, there is warm sunshine every day, and the clouds are coated with gold edges, like sweet marshmallows that have been burnt.
Mu Wanwan patted her cheeks and thought she must have gone crazy. In the past, she lived in this cold palace and courtyard without Mengmeng by her side. Although her life was very fulfilling every day, she always felt lonely. When had she ever felt that the clouds looked like marshmallows?
Now, she has a pill that can be turned into spirit stone in her pocket, and there are several rows of seedlings in the yard. Mengmeng is playing with the spirit chickens, dragons.
As for Long, his tail is no longer rotten and he no longer spits blood. He pretends to sleep obediently every day and is actually easier to take care of than before.
Mu Wanwan thought it was a little funny and went back into the house -
she would leave tomorrow and she still had a lot of things to do.
...
The next morning, when Mu Wanwan finished her housework and was about to go out, she saw that Long's ears and eyelashes were shaking.
She was a little naughty and did not leave directly. She walked to the bed and said softly with a faint smile in her voice, "Mr. Long, can I rub your ears?"
Mu Wanwan clearly saw that Long's body stiffened slightly.
She felt her cheeks warm up when she saw his unretouched face, which was still covered with ugly wrinkles. "You don't say anything..."
Mu Wanwan gently placed her hand on his plush ears and pinched them carefully. "I'll take this as your agreement."
She could feel him shaking, and even she herself trembled a little shyly for some unknown reason. She clearly just wanted to tease the bad dragon who was pretending to sleep.
Mu Wanwan seemed to have been burned. She just quickly touched Mao's ears twice and withdrew her hand, "Mr. Long, I'm leaving."
She put the backpack on her back and stood by the door filled with sunlight. She paused and said, "I will buy meat this time."
Maojiu also held a spiritual fruit and looked at her reluctantly, "Jiu! Jiujiu~"
It said, Mengmeng will be very good and will take good care of the bad dragon!
...
Mu Wanwan locked the door of the yard, met Hongye at the agreed place, and the two left the mansion.
"We're going to the human market this time." Mu Wanwan said to Hongye when the ox cart left the mansion's barrier.
Hongye was a little surprised, "Why does Madam want to go to the human market?"
Mu Wanwan smiled, "There are so many people in the elves who are good at planting. I have made a small breakthrough in my cultivation recently. I bought some seeds from the elves last time. This time I want to go to the human race to see if there is any way to earn spiritual stones."
She knew that she would not be able to hide her improvement in cultivation for long, so she might as well admit it. And now she has seen through Hongye's cultivation, a cultivator in the late first stage. Hongye is a very stable maid, and she will not easily do something that is thankless.
"Then Madam, you really went to the right place." Hongye smiled at Mu Wanwan, secretly surprised in her heart -
last time she could still gauge some aura from this lady and judge her strength, but this time, she could no longer feel her aura at all.
Either this person had a fortuitous encounter or her strength was much greater than hers.
"Hongye, keep this spirit stone first." Mu Wanwan took out a low-grade spirit stone and stuffed it into her hand, "Thank you for taking care of me during this period of time. Now that Fu Liu is gone, I will have a lot more money every month in the future."
Hongye's hands were full of sweat, but she still took the spirit stone with a smile, "Thank you, Madam, Hongye will definitely not say anything more."
She really didn't plan to say anything more.
Although Lord Ao Qin said that he wanted them to monitor, except for the days when the king got married, he never came during this period, nor did he send his men to come. Even when Fu Liu got into trouble, he did not send new people to help.
If she went to complain, not only would she get nothing, but she would also most likely be beheaded. If she said nothing, she could get some benefits from Mu Wanwan every month, so why should she do that?
The ox cart moved slowly and soon arrived at the market jointly held by the human and dwarf tribes. Hongye had figured it out, so she got off the ox cart calmly and said goodbye to Mu Wanwan with a smile.
Mu Wanwan carried a backpack on her back, watching the pedestrians coming and going on the road, and pinched the edge of her veil.
The market jointly opened by the dwarves and humans was much larger than that of the elves. First of all, the gate of the toll booth was much more imposing, about twice as large as that of the elves. A large test stone half a person's height was placed directly in front of the main entrance of the market.
On both sides of the test stone, there were two rows of monks, one row of humans and one row of dwarves.
There was nothing special about the monks of the human race, most of them were young and strong monks.
When Mu Wanwan went to the elf market before, she was still weak and could not estimate the cultivation level of the monks at the door. Now that she is a little stronger, she can see a few of them. Most of them are monks of the second to third level. There are also a few who she can't tell just by looking at their aura.
As for the dwarves, Mu Wanwan found them a bit novel. This was her first time seeing dwarves.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long (twitching ears): "Just sit there and wait for the lady to feed you."