Old Qinglong kept talking, and Yun Zheng smiled helplessly.
"You little girl, you are so disrespectful to me, Old Dragon! When I escape one day, I will kill you and that man!"
"Even if you show up now and ask for my forgiveness, I can't..."
Before he could utter the last word, a cold and rising voice suddenly sounded.
"Hmm? You don't want the pills anymore?"
Old Qinglong choked.
How could this girl suddenly appear and disappear? It's so scary!
Old Qinglong raised his chin and said proudly, "Humph, I know you are here to beg for my forgiveness, but you have to show your sincerity!"
Yun Zheng raised her eyebrows. This old Qinglong was quite good at making excuses and saving face for himself.
She chuckled.
When Old Qinglong heard the laughter, his ears moved and he stood up to listen carefully to Yun Zheng's reaction, feeling a little uneasy.
This girl is the best at insulting others!
Normally, he is the one who gets humiliated.
Seeing how nervous and stressed he was, Yun Zheng felt helpless and amused.
She didn't think about saving his face and asked directly, "What kind of elixir do you want to eat? I will make it for you."
"Really?" Old Qinglong said in surprise.
Before Yun Zheng could reply, Old Qinglong counted on his fingers the pills he wanted to take.
"Spirit Healing Pill, Essence Nourishing Pill, Soul Nourishing Pill, Soul Fusion Pill, Nirvana Pill, Blood Qi Pill..."
The corner of Yun Zheng's mouth twitched: "..."
Did he miss a complete collection of elixirs? !
Yun Zheng interrupted him and said, "Si Qing, stop chanting. We don't have that many spiritual herbs and medicines to make the elixir."
Hearing the name 'Si Qing', Old Qinglong frowned suddenly, stamped his feet with a look of disgust, and said, "I've already said, my name is not Si Qing! Call me Master Qinglong!"
Yun Zheng curled her lips: "You are the fourth child, so you can only be called Si Qing, or Si Long?"
Old Qinglong pouted and looked unhappy.
Both Siqing and Silong don’t sound good!
He has a high-sounding name, but I can't tell it now.
Let’s just call it “Four Greens”, it sounds better than “Four Dragons”.
What's more, none of the names ranked at the top are as nice as his "Si Qing".
What is Dajuan? What is Erbai? What is Sanfeng?
None of them are as grand as his "Four Youths", and the sharp contrast is what causes harm.
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After a brief exchange with Siqing, Yun Zheng focused on talking with Nangong Qingqing.
"Qingqing, I want to go out for a walk, do you want to go with me?"
Nangong Qingqing smiled and nodded, "Okay, I want to go outside and take a look, but we have to change clothes first. The logo of the Holy Courtyard Gate Clothing is too dazzling."
Yun Zheng praised, "Beautiful Qingqing is indeed very thoughtful."
Nangong Qingqing glared at Yun Zheng coquettishly.
Finally, the two smiled at each other.
After changing clothes.
Yun Zheng, dressed in red, was even more dazzling and flamboyant. Her peerless beauty made everything else pale in comparison. A slender black brush was held between her slender fingertips. She had a lazy and carefree look, and a hint of unrulyness lingered between her brows.
Others like to spin fans, but she likes to spin brushes.
Maybe it's just an old habit of being a mystic.
Nangong Qingqing was wearing a blue-white dress and had a cold temperament. With her every frown and smile, it was as if a fairy from high above was suddenly pulled down to earth, adding a touch of human touch.
Yun Zheng's beauty is flamboyant, while Nangong Qingqing's beauty is restrained.
Each has its own merits.
"Our beautiful Qingqing is so pretty."
Yun Zheng lifted Nangong Qingqing's chin with the end of a thin brush, looking both dandy and romantic.
Nangong Qingqing sighed and looked at Yun Zheng with a hint of indulgence in her eyes: "Yes, yes, you are right."
Yun Zheng laughed a few times and said, "Let's stop playing and go."
The two of them left the inn together.
After going out, I found that there were more and more people on the streets.
Most of them are young disciples who come out for a stroll.
There are all kinds of small stalls, just like the way things are sold in the black market.
The locals of Canghaiyan all have a red mole on their forehead.
Most of the vendors at the various stalls do not have red moles, which means that they are people from major forces who come out to sell their goods.
Nangong Qingqing pointed to the stall with spiritual herbs and medicines and said, "It seems like they're bartering over there."
Yun Zheng became interested and said, "Let's go and take a look."
The two walked side by side to a small stall. On the table were various magical herbs and medicines protected by spiritual shields.
The vendor had a red mole on his forehead. He was a young man from Cang Hai Yan. When he saw the two beauties approaching, he immediately sat up with a blush on his face. He shyly and stammered as he introduced them:
"Hello... Hello everyone. These spiritual herbs... were all picked by me in the forest. If you want to buy them, I won't charge spiritual stones. I only want elixirs of the seventh grade or above."
Yun Zheng and Nangong Qingqing exchanged a glance, then Yun Zheng looked at him and asked, "How many spiritual herbs and medicinal herbs can one seventh-grade elixir be exchanged for?"
The young vendor swallowed, silently raised his hand, extended two fingers, and said slowly: "Any two spiritual herbs in here."
Yun Zheng lowered her eyes and glanced at the spiritual herbs and medicines on the table. They were all eighth-grade spiritual herbs and medicines, and there were a few particularly rare and precious spiritual herbs and medicines.
Many elixirs are made from ten or more kinds of spiritual herbs and medicines.
Seventh-grade spiritual herbs and medicines are naturally inferior to eighth-grade ones.
You know, she refines ten pills in one furnace, and the success rate for her is 99%.
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