Primordial Demon Venerable, you can't afford it

Chapter 391 Lingji Pill

Not easy to be surprised suddenly, Xinxi looked up.

Then he saw Luo Qianqiu staring at him.

Immediately, the look of hope on Mo Buyi's face disappeared again.

Shaking his head, he said: "I told you to read a joke, smile, you go down first, I want to be alone."

It's not easy to think that Luo Qianqiu is just comforting him.

Luo Qianqiu knew that Mo Yi would be wrong.

Smiling slightly, he said again: "Old Mo, I mean, I may know the medicinal properties between the blood spirit grass and the death flower."

Dare to finish speaking, Mo Buyi suddenly exuded a violent aura.

The whole courtyard trembled.

"Really?"

He tightly grasped Luo Qianqiu's arm with his palm, his eyes were full of fanaticism.

However, before Luo Qianqiu could speak, he smiled sadly again.

"Forget it, thank you for your kindness."

He also went to the doctor for some emergencies.

Nangong Lingdu studied for a long time before he could barely grasp the medicinal properties between the Blood Spirit Grass and the Death Flower. How could a teenager under 20 know about it.

Seeing the change in Mo Buyi's expression, Luo Qianqiu knew that he didn't believe him.

If it were someone else, he would definitely laugh it off, and rarely pay attention to it.

However, it is not easy for him to look pleasing to the eye, and he also helped him solve the problem of Huo Mei and Gu Youyue.

"Blood Spirit Grass and Dead Silence Flower both have Yin-cold attributes, but if we judge them with common sense, I'm afraid they will never succeed."

"Most people only know that blood spirit grass grows in places where blood is abundant, but few people know that to grow blood spirit grass, the blood cannot be ordinary blood. It must be blood full of strength and vitality."

"In other words, where the bleeding spirit grass grows, the blood must be full of yang attributes. This also makes the blood spirit grass seem to be of yin attribute, but it is actually of yang attribute..."

Before Luo Qianqiu finished speaking, Mo Buyi's body jumped to a halt.

He froze in place like a stone statue.

After a long time, he turned his head mechanically, staring at Luo Qianqiu with a pair of eyes.

The fanaticism inside is like a strong man who hasn't seen a woman in more than ten years, or like a homeless man who has been hungry for dozens of days.

Luo Qianqiu ignored it and talked freely.

He said some key points between the Blood Spirit Grass and the Dead Silence Flower.

Done.

The entire courtyard was deadly silent.

The world is quiet at this moment.

Not only Mo Buyi, the red-faced old man, but also Mo Xiaoxiao also stared at Luo Qianqiu with wide-eyed eyes.

It's all incredible.

It is impossible to imagine how a 20-year-old teenager can know these things so clearly.

It seems that this is not a person, but a treasure book covering countless medicinal knowledge.

"well……"

Mo Yi woke up, trembling with excitement.

On an impulse, he wanted to go forward and hug Luo Qianqiu to show his gratitude.

Luo Qianqiu frowned and dodged away.

Mo Buyi looked a little embarrassed, and embraced the red-faced old man, jumping up like a child in excitement.

"Hahaha...hahaha..."

The courtyard was suddenly filled with wild laughter.

until a moment later.

It's not easy to get back to normal.

At this time, looking at Luo Qianqiu's eyes again, it was already like admiring a piece of rough jade.

"Come, come, sit and sit."

Mo Buyi enthusiastically pulled Luo Qianqiu to sit aside.

"Smile, go get my best spirit wine, I want to greet little friend Luo well."

Not easy to order.

As for the red-faced old man, he had completely forgotten about it and put it aside.

moment.

The spirit wine was placed, and the four sat down at the stone table.

"Little friend Luo, I really don't know Taishan. Come, let me toast you, thank you for helping me solve a big problem."

It's not easy to raise a glass.

Luo Qianqiu also raised his glass.

Take a sip lightly.

The entrance produces fluid, which turns into soft energy and disperses into the limbs, which is extremely comfortable.

Good wine!

"Hey, by the way, little friend Luo, how do you know this?"

Mo Yi held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking this question.

He looked at Luo Qianqiu expectantly.

Perhaps, this kid has a strong background.

Luo Qianqiu smiled slightly and put down his wine glass.

"Blood Spirit Grass and Dead Silence Flower are combined to refine a fifth-level elixir. I really can't think of anything else except Lingji Pill. So, there is nothing difficult about it."

Mo Buyi: "..."

The red-faced old man: "..."

Mo Xiaoxiao: "..."

Nothing is difficult!
The five-level elixir, something that is extremely cherished and enough to cause a sensation in one party, how come Luo Qianqiu's mouth seems to be like a Chinese cabbage.

What's even more frightening is that Luo Qianqiu actually knew about the Dead Silence Pill.

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Mo Buyi suddenly jumped up: "You, you, you... how do you know about Death Pill?"

Luo Qianqiu was silent for a while, and explained: "This is even simpler, because I have the formula of the death pill."

The words fall.

Another moment of silence.

Then, the red-faced old man and Mo Xiaoxiao couldn't help standing up.

Their eyes seemed to be looking at a monster.

In the end, Mo Buyi took out a box from his arms and opened it cautiously.

Inside lay a piece of yellowed paper, the edges were rotten, and only some words could be read clearly in the middle.

It is the ancient prescription that he obtained from a ruin somewhere.

In fact, he did not develop the Danfang, but restored the Danfang.

That is, the death pill in front of you.

However, Luo Qianqiu uttered this pill, which he regarded as a family heirloom, so casually.

"You... are you telling the truth?"

Mo Yi's voice trembled.

It is true that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles, traveling thousands of miles is not as good as reading countless people, and reading countless people is not as good as being guided by a famous teacher.

He has been living here for so many years in vain.

Luo Qianqiu remained silent, and moved his fingers in the air.

The spiritual power surged, and words with blue light appeared one after another.

It is the formula of Death Pill.

When he finished writing, Mo Buyi was still in shock for a long time.

"Danfang, I accept it. I'm here. If you want anything, just take it."

Mo Yi firmly remembered Dan Fang, and said very generously.

"Then take a few herbs, and my two maids need your help to take care of them."

Luo Qianqiu looked at the medicine field next to him.

Don't be in vain.

Among them, there are several that he can't use, but Huo Mei and Gu Youyue can.

"Little friend Luo, it's okay. Leave it to me. I will definitely treat them as disciples. Come and let me toast you again."

Mo Yi really hasn't been this happy for a long time.

After drinking a cup, Mo Buyi suddenly remembered the red-faced old man next to him.

"Hey, Hu, what are you doing here?"

Only then did I remember that the red-faced old man had been here for a long time.

"Hmph, I finally remembered? If it wasn't for me today, you might not know what would have happened."

The red-faced old man looked dissatisfied.

"That's all, let me see what I found last time."

As he spoke, the ring in the red-faced old man's hand flashed with light, and suddenly a pile of mud appeared on the table.

(End of this chapter)