Chapter 66 (1/2)

It's been two days since I came back from the mountains.

These two days, moqingge did not practice, but carefully to understand their own brain out of the memory.

Alchemist, this is a respectable and yearning profession.

Because it's too high to be an alchemist. It's not too much to say that one in ten thousand is one. In this way, it is rare to be a master or a master.

Moreover, being able to become an alchemist means that you can have and establish a strong network.

For countless powerful people, meeting an alchemist may be to exchange him for a pill to protect his life or a pill to break the level. It is hard to find.

If you want to let alchemists owe themselves a favor, it is what they can't get.

According to Mu Qingge, the total number of alchemists in the state of Qin may be numbered. Moreover, the level is not particularly high.

On that day, Mu Xiong took out the pill to protect her life, which was not something that could be refined by alchemists in the state of Qin. The pill was a gift from Mu Xiong when he was young and wandering outside. When he passed through the state of Yu, he saved a man by chance. Although Mu Xiong didn't ask at that time, he could see that the man was a high-level alchemist.

However, Mu Xiong also has his own rebellious. He disdains to coerce grace, since the other party does not want to tell the true identity, he is also too lazy to ask. Just as the other side wishes, took the pill to leave.

That pill, he also treasure for a lifetime, and finally used in Mu Qingge.

Now, muqingge has been inherited from Dan God. She didn't know what kind of existence Dan God was in alchemy, but she was sure that it was absolutely made of cattle.

Otherwise, how many dare to call God?

What's more, the amount of information of that inheritance was so large that she didn't finish sorting it out for two days and nights, even less than one tenth of it was sorted out.

Fortunately, the patterns and uses of those drugs are like those printed in Mu Qingge's mind. Otherwise, it would take half her life to recite the millions of herbs.

The inheritance of Danshen was engraved in her mind. Now, all she has to do is sort it out, understand it and get it through.

”Alas! Flower Moon! Hua Yue --! ” Mu Qingge rubbed the slightly swollen temple and called out.

As soon as the voice dropped, I saw a pink figure, dancing like a butterfly. Soon, Huayue's charming face appeared in the sight of moqingge.

”Sir, the moon is coming. What can I do for you In the middle of the moon, I look down at the girl's red eyes.

Mu Qingge raised his eyelids lazily, and his whole body seemed to be cartilage like: ”Sir Ben has shoulder pain and headache.”

Hua Yue chuckled and moved her waist. She came to Mu Qingge's back. Hands naturally fell on her head, gently pressed up for her.

Mu light song closed his eyes, not enjoy. ”What about Youhe?”

”Youhe has gone to prepare food for the young Lord.” Hua Yue massages mu Qingge while answering in a soft voice.

Mu light song in the nose light ”um”, then no longer speak, seems to have fallen asleep.

In the garden, the fragrance of flowers is everywhere.

Hibiscus flowers in the hospital, swaying with the wind, pale pink petals, hovering in the air with the wind, slowly falling. In the sky, a young man in red, lying lazily on the rocking chair, was sleeping. Behind him, the pretty maid was rubbing his shoulders.

This is what Qin Yiyao saw when he came in with Mu Lianrong.