The baby I picked up after crossing the road became the male protagonist

Chapter 177 Chapter 177: He doesn't know

This day was the No. 40 day when You Xue was able to step into the world of alchemy.

She is now able to refine all low-grade elixirs, and has successfully completed the refining of elixirs containing two kinds of herbs.

As for Yun Qihua, ten days ago, he couldn't bear the loneliness and went back to Meilin to squat.

According to his thinking, instead of struggling to make alchemy every day in the hut and not being able to talk to Youxue, it is better to go back to Meilin and wait for the rabbit.

This move caused Pill Master Yuan to sigh, and completely dispelled the idea of ​​taking Yun Qihua as his apprentice.

Fortunately, Youxue is uplifting and gave Alchemist Yuan a lot of comfort.

If she wasn't already Sikong's apprentice, he really wanted to take her as his apprentice.

Pill Master Yuan was pinching the first mid-grade elixir she had just refined, her face flushed with excitement, and she praised without hesitation, "Not bad, very good."

Xiao Bai, who had been brushing his face for more than a month, landed on his shoulder, followed him and praised You Xue, shaking his head: "You are awesome, you are awesome."

Danshi Yuan was surprised for the first time that this black chicken could talk, now he can communicate with Xiaobai freely, even Xiaobai can help him eat the pests in the flower garden.

Again, if it wasn't You Xue's pet, he really wanted to keep Xiao Bai.

What a conscientious and lovable chicken!
Youxue's purpose of alchemy is very vulgar, just to make money, so she has no idea about her talent in alchemy, and she doesn't quite understand why alchemist Yuan is so excited.

She cleaned up the ashes in the alchemy furnace, got up and said to Alchemist Yuan: "Then Alchemist Yuan, I will go back today."

Alchemist Yuan put the pill into a small porcelain bottle and put it away, "Okay, okay, come back tomorrow."

Now he is very afraid that Youxue will drop the pick and quit.

After more than a month of cultivation, You Xue had a premonition that she was about to break through.

She arrived at Merlin as fast as she could.

The spiritual power in the air of Meilin is much stronger than that in the Martial Academy, and it is more suitable for cultivation.

After Yun Qihua gave up alchemy, he became obsessed with playing the piano recently.

Every time You Xue came, he played the piano.

The number of times they have spoken in the past month...can be counted on two hands.

This time she borrowed Sikong's hot spring, and smiled at Sikong before going in: "Master, wish me success in advancing."

The volume of her words was not low, and she managed to stop Yun Qihua's movements for a moment.

Sikong glanced at him and smiled, "Disciple, you will definitely succeed. In Master's heart, you are the best!"

Yun Qihua stopped completely this time.

She is about to advance?
When did this happen? ?
It's all in Merlin, Sikong knows, he doesn't know? ? ?
Looking up, Youxue was already walking towards the hot spring with a bright smile.

Sikong thought it was funny, but stood there coldly, waiting for Yun Qihua to ask him.

However, Yun Qihua was only silent for a while, and then started playing the piano again.

Sikong: "..."

He couldn't hold back anymore, and was about to walk over, but was abruptly stopped by the sound of the piano.

What the hell is this guy playing?

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After thinking about it, a smile appeared on his face.

Oh--

He thought he was really that calm.

Old Mensao.

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About two hours later, there was a sound from behind the house, followed by a cluster of water jets rushing into the sky, staying in the air for two or three seconds before gradually falling down.

Such a big movement naturally attracted the attention of both of them.

Yun Qihua looked in that direction, stood up without changing his expression, "I'll go and have a look."

Xiaobai followed behind him with a flutter.

Only Sikong sat there resentfully repairing the strings that were broken by someone.

　One.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)