The Fairy Tale

The next morning, Reg and Mrs. Qiangwei sat in a large carriage and headed towards the famous valley in the direction pointed by Mrs. Qiangwei. Aisha Li and others stayed in the villa, continued to practice, and helped Take care of some villa affairs.

Reg had already inquired carefully about the situation of the villa during the time when Weber had retreated and made swords. During this period, Mrs. Qiang had refined a lot of high-level raw materials collected into level [-] or level [-] elixir to deal with the third A major auction will be held again this month.

In terms of manpower, Weber recruited some well-reputed mercenaries to help in the villa, and now there are Flying Eagle Sword Sect and Tianlu Sword Sect, the manpower is definitely enough.

The Flying Eagle Sword Sect and the Tianlu Sword Sect have also settled down completely, each living in a newly purchased manor. During the time when Reg was casting swords, Mrs. Qiangwei also went to the two factions once to make a plan for them. It established the rules and prayed for a deterrent effect at the same time.

Apparently Huo De and Shi Ge had made it clear to the disciples before they came, so these people didn't have any resistance, but a little excited. Next, Mrs. Qiangwei arranged for Huo De and Shi Ge to bring a group of disciples , lived in the Green Bamboo Villa, responsible for the order of the Green Bamboo Villa, as well as Lawrence and Shidelan, and the Green Bamboo Villa had four clan-level powerhouses and some respect-level masters, so there was no problem in terms of safety. [

In the entire villa, when Mrs. Qiangwei and Reg are not around, Weber will be in charge, and other people will be in charge of assisting. It is also orderly, so Reg and Mrs. Qiangwei can leave now with peace of mind.

On the carriage, Madam Qiangwei rested her chin on her hands, looking out of the carriage, seemingly lost in deep thought. Reg looked at the silhouette of Madam Qiangwei, feeling more peaceful in his heart.

"Do you have any dreams?"

Madam Qiangwei's sudden question broke the silence in the carriage, and Reg looked at Madam Qiangwei who turned his head and stared at him with bright eyes in some astonishment.

Dazed for a moment, Reg thought carefully about Mrs. Qiangwei's question, but he was also a little confused for a moment.

dream?

What is your dream?

After a while, Reg raised his head, stared at Mrs. Qiangwei and said with a smile: "I don't know what my dream is, I just hope that I can live a good life and live freely... No matter what the goal of the dream is, maybe After you really achieve it, you will also find that the dream may not be as beautiful as imagined, people are always living in the process of chasing their dreams, maybe this is life.”

Madam Qiangwei's eyes lit up, and she stared at Reg with a strange look. It seemed that she didn't expect that Reg would suddenly say such philosophical words. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that what Reg said was right.

People always live in the process of chasing their dreams, and this process is life.

Once a dream is fulfilled, there will be a new dream.

Once my biggest dream was to step into the king class as soon as possible, but after stepping in, I found that my mood didn't seem to change much because of reaching the king class. Standing on the king class, I found that I still have new goals...

Even Glenn Doyle, an enemy of the world, probably has his own pursuit, his own loneliness.

"Yes, the way of chasing dreams is life." Madam Qiangwei sighed softly, "Then what are you chasing now?"

Reg thought for a while and said: "For now, my recent goal is to reach the Zong level, so that I can fly in the sky..."

Mrs. Qiangwei laughed and said, "Your goal is easy to achieve, but what about the big goal? The number one powerhouse in the mainland? The number one richest man? The number one pharmacist?"

When Reg heard Madam Qiangwei's three firsts in succession, he couldn't help chuckling: "What I thought before was to become a strong man like Glenn Doyle, to live freely like him, but with the strength Strengthening, I found that no matter how strong a person is, there are also tangible and tangible things that fetter you. Strength is just a manifestation of ability, a means to protect ideals..."

"If you have to talk about the goal, let's set the goal as the number one in the mainland. At least it seems to be more challenging. This process must be much more exciting. I will definitely not be disappointed when I think about it. , if you tell stories to future generations, you won’t be useless.”

Madam Qiangwei couldn't help laughing when she heard Reg's last words: "You must have many descendants, and you will definitely become an old monster who can live for hundreds of years, and they will be proud of you..." [

Reg suddenly heard Mrs. Qiangwei talk about this, and he couldn't help laughing: "Madam, have you thought about your future appearance? You still have a beautiful and young face, but you are already full of children and grandchildren. They even look younger than you. Much older, um, the old man with white beard called madam your mother or grandmother..."

After thinking about that scene, I couldn't help laughing: "Well, when you look for a husband, you must also find a strong king, otherwise, you will be very lonely in the years to come."

Mrs. Qiangwei's eyes showed some strangeness, and she said in a low voice: "You are thinking very long-term... You have even thought of these things."

Reg suddenly frowned, with a worried tone: "Madam has entered the king rank at a young age, and her appearance has not changed, just like President Kamena. Others don't have such strong strength at this age. I don't know if I can enter the king class in the future..."

Madam Qiangwei looked at Reg with even more strange eyes, and spat in a rare tone: "Don't talk about me, let's talk about yourself, so many girls like you, let's see what you do..."

Reg was taken aback. He had never seen Mrs. Qiangwei speak in such a tone of a little woman. Although she couldn't see her face, he could be sure that the expression on her face must be very cute at this moment.

Reg's expression fell into the eyes of Mrs. Qiangwei, and Mrs. Qiangwei's eyes trembled, but she turned her eyes away, not daring to meet Reg's suddenly bright eyes.

Reg came back to his senses, scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I don't know what to do..."

Mrs. Qiangwei snorted softly, but did not speak any more, just stared outside. Reg looked at the side of Mrs. Qiangwei with some surprise, but suddenly found that the back of Mrs. Qiangwei's ears was flushed, and there was also a spot under her neck. A little blush...

This... is she being shy?

Reg wondered if his eyes were wrong...

……

"Does he live here?"

Reg and Mrs. Rose stood side by side, looking at the inconspicuous small valley in front of him, Reg asked sideways.

Madam Qiangwei nodded and said: "I hope we are not bad luck. He doesn't live here a lot of the time, and he spends most of the time looking for medicines outside."

Mrs. Qiangwei took the lead to walk inside, and at the same time exhorted: "He is my teacher's friend, you must respect him, you know?"

Reg nodded, and silently followed Mrs. Qiangwei inwards.

After walking for a certain distance, Mrs. Qiangwei's eyes suddenly brightened and said: "We are lucky, he is in the valley."

Reg naturally knew that Mrs. Qiangwei had sensed the other party's existence. Reg recalled this, and suddenly asked, "Is this old gentleman a fighter or a magician? How is his strength?"

There was undisguised respect in Madam Qiangwei's eyes: "Very powerful, although I am already a third-level devil king, I probably am not his opponent."

Reg let out a sigh. Although he was a little shocked, he was not too surprised. For an eighth-level pharmacist, refining medicine that can help him practice is just a piece of cake. As long as his talent is not too bad, his strength is natural None of them are low, but how low is the talent of a person who can reach the eighth-level pharmacist?

There are these wooden houses in the depths of the valley, and in front of the wooden houses is a large courtyard dam, the ground is full of various medicinal herbs. [

Just when Reg and the two were about to reach the wooden house, the door of the wooden house opened suddenly, and an old man in coarse clothes with snow-white hair and beard came out of the house.

The old man ignored the approaching Reg and the two, and squatted straight in the dam, rummaging through the pile of herbs.

Reg followed behind Mrs. Qiangwei, and the two of them finally stood on the edge of the dam and stopped slowly. Reg's eyes stared at the medicinal herbs on the ground, and his eyes suddenly widened.

At least 30 years of red leaf orchid...

The red thread grass that can only grow in dark caves...

Blue fruit, black wood fungus, tricolor lotus...

With just a cursory look, Reg has already recognized at least seven or eight kinds of medicines, and none of these medicines are rare and high-grade medicinal herbs.

Any one of these medicinal materials can be worth hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of gold coins, but they were thrown into the dam in such a random way, as if they were weeds.

Mrs. Qiangwei was obviously a little shocked, but he knew the old man's ability, so he bowed respectfully and said, "Senior Badar..."

The old man, who was immersed in arranging the medicinal materials, paused for a moment, raised his head with some doubts, stared at Mrs. Qiangwei and asked strangely: "Who are you, and why do you know my name?"

Madam Qiangwei replied respectfully: "My name is Lan Qing. I followed my teacher to meet seniors here 17 years ago. At that time, there was also my senior sister Carmena..."

The old man was slightly taken aback, as if he remembered the identity of Mrs. Qiangwei: "Oh, your teacher is Engel, right?"

Madam Qiangwei replied respectfully: "Yes."

The old man stood up, with a slight smile on his face: "Is your teacher okay now? I haven't seen him since the last time I saw him..."

Madam Qiangwei replied with a gloomy expression: "Teacher passed away in an accident ten years ago."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then let out a long breath, with a somewhat lonely expression on his face: "Your teacher is a genius, and he had a good conversation with my pharmacist. , unexpectedly, but already left first..."

Mrs. Qiangwei kept silent and stood quietly. After the old man sighed for a while, he turned his head and glanced at Reg, then stared at Mrs. Qiangwei and said, "Who is this kid? What do you want me to do?"

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Red ticket, red ticket, red ticket...

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