In the alchemy and careful testing of Mr. Long, time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was time to go out.
In the past few days, Mu Wanwan woke up very early and slept very late every day. In order to seize the time, she made more medicinal pills.
The main purpose is to make Huiling Pills. She can make four or five pots every day, and there are about ten pills in one pot. But she doesn't succeed in producing pills every time, and sometimes the whole pot of pills fails to be refined due to some subtle control errors, so now her daily income is about three middle-grade spirit stones.
Even if you want to split with Uncle Zong, that would be a fortune! !
As for the materials, she discarded the parts that could not be used to refine medicinal pills, but contained impurities but could remove 80% of the rhizomes of Huiling Fruit, the rhizomes of dredging flowers, etc. She still used them. One is that she doesn't want to refine the elixir that is too unique, and the other is that if only the most essential parts with few impurities are used, there will be too few materials. Can't hold a few pots of pills.
She also tried to make Ningxue Dan, which was much more difficult than returning to Lingdan. After failing twice, she gave up all the impurities and used up all Ningxue, and finally succeeded this afternoon. The refining of five Ningxue Dan.
When Ningxue Dan was condensing, Mengmeng's little eyes were about to stick to it.
Mu Wanwan was also very happy, the situation of Ningxue Dan condensing pills is very different from Huiling Pill, with the strong floral fragrance, five round white pills are suspended above the pill stove, and the whole body is full of lustrous white light.
Mu Wanwan quickly took the medicinal pill back into the jade bottle and sealed it—
She had no experience at the beginning and didn't know that medicinal pills would lose a lot of medicinal power when exposed to the air, so generally experienced alchemists would collect the medicinal pills at the moment of condensing them into pills.
"啾~" Mengmeng breathed the fragrance in the air, leaned her head and desperately rubbed the jade bottle in Mu Wanwan's hand, trying to get a magic pill by selling Mengmeng.
"Haha, itchy." Mu Wanwan patted its little head, but did not continue to indulge Mengmeng.
After returning to the Spirit Pill, it is eaten as soon as it is eaten. Ningxue Pill is a very important thing now, and it may not be available outside. It is very important to Uncle Zong and Mr. Long.
Of these five medicinal pills, she plans to give two to Uncle Zong, and the rest to Mr. Long.
Uncle Zong has helped them too much. Without Uncle Zong and Aunt Yun, she wouldn't even talk about earning spirit stones to cultivate spirit plants, concoct pills, and raise dragons. I'm afraid she would have started to eat chaff pharyngeal vegetables by now.
Now she finally has some strength, but she can't be ungrateful.
Mengmeng is a sensible tweeter, and it doesn't have to, it just tweeted twice in disappointment, then blinked her eyes, changed her target, and tweeted like honey with a small mouth, wanting a reply without impurities. Ling Dan.
Mu Wanwan pinched its little wings, ready to feed it at night.
Most of those Huiling Fruits, bellflowers, and dredging flowers were turned into Huiling Pills containing some impurities, and some were refined into orange-yellow, unrounded Huiling Pills by her.
In addition to the previous ones, she now has one hundred and twenty-three ordinary soul-returning pills, twenty-five spirit-returning pills without impurities, and five snow-freezing pills.
"Come on." Mu Wanwan put away the pill stove and cleaned the side hall. It was rare that he didn't eat Lingguo directly in the evening instead of dinner. He cooked some Lingmi porridge and fried vegetables for himself.
As for Mr. Long...
He still eats spirit fruit.
Orange-flavored rotten apple-like Baizhenguo (￣︶￣)
Who kept him from waking up, Mu Wanwan was washing the dishes, feeling a little depressed.
She thought it was obvious what she had done, and these few nights, she would wait until the dragon came over and grabbed her hand secretly to see what he was going to do before going to sleep.
As a result, on the first night, Mr. Long awkwardly pressed her head on his shoulder and disappeared.
The next night, a certain dragon tweeted twice on her forehead, called her Mrs., and then ended.
On the third night, Chenlong grabbed her hand, put her hand on his chest numbly and covered it for a while, then held her hand and fell asleep like this. In fact, Mu Wanwan didn't understand what he was thinking. what_(:з」∠)_
Mu Wanwan has become a Buddha, and she was very afraid of Mr. Long at first, worried that he was brutal and bloodthirsty as the outside world said.
But these days, since she found him awake until now, he has been cautious, for fear that he would disturb her. With him like this, Mu Wanwan suspected that he really didn't realize that he was pretending to be asleep, and that he had already noticed that he was pretending to be asleep.
She tried it for a few nights, and the response she got was such a cherishing as she was caring.
Mu Wanwan washed her hands, and pressed her fingertips with water droplets on her hot cheeks, as if she could suppress all the heat.
There must be something wrong with her, to think that Mr. Long, who has such a terrifying face and sneaks around every day... very cute.
Perhaps, did she really have some ideas for Mr. Long
Whether she is willing to admit it or not, that trace of ambiguous feelings gradually and irresistibly fermented like that.
Mu Wanwan walked out of the kitchen erratically, looking up at the sunset that was about to fall—
Speaking of which, the weather is pretty good during this time.
Although the temperature is slowly dropping, there is a warm sun every day, and the clouds are plated with gold edges, like sweet marshmallows that have been fried and scorched.
Mu Wanwan patted her cheek and felt that she must be crazy. She used to be in this cold palace and yard, and there was no Mengmene around her. Although she lived a full life every day, she always felt lonely. The feeling of seeing clouds like cotton candy.
Now, she has a pill that can be turned into a spirit stone in her pocket, and there are several rows of seedlings in the yard. Mengmeng is playing with the spirit chicken cub, dragon.
As for the dragon, his tail is no longer rotten, and he no longer vomits blood. He pretends to be asleep every day, which is actually better than before.
Mu Wanwan thought it was a little funny, turned around and entered the room—
She is leaving tomorrow, and she still has a lot to do.
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Early the next morning, Mu Wanwan finished the housework, and when he was about to go out, he saw a certain dragon's ears shaking even with his eyelashes.
She was a little bad, didn't leave directly, walked to the bedside, her voice was mixed with a faint smile, and said softly, "Mr. Long, can I rub your ears?"
Mu Wanwan clearly saw a certain dragon's body stiffen slightly.
Facing his unadorned face that was still full of ugly lines, she felt her cheeks get hot, "You don't speak..."
Mu Wanwan gently put his hand on his plush ear and pinched it carefully, "I'll take it as you agreed."
She could feel him shaking, and even she was shaking shyly for some unknown reason. She obviously just wanted to tease the bad dragon pretending to be sleeping.
Mu Wanwan seemed to have been scalded, and only quickly touched two hairy ears before withdrawing his hand, "Mr. Long, I'm leaving."
She put the basket on her back, stood beside the sunny door, paused, and said, "I will buy meat this time."
Mao Jiu also held a spiritual fruit and looked at her reluctantly, "Jiu! Tweet~"
It said that Mengmeng will be very good, and will be optimistic about the good and bad dragons ^w^!
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Mu Wanwan locked the door of the yard, went to the agreed place to meet Hongye, and the two left the mansion.
"This time I'm going to the human race's market." When the bullock cart drove away from the mansion's barrier, Mu Wan turned towards Hong Ye Road.
Hongye was a little surprised, "Why does Madam want to go to the Human Race Market?"
Mu Wanwan smiled, "There are too many people in the elves who are good at planting. I recently made a breakthrough in my cultivation. I bought some seeds from the elves last time, and this time I want to go to the humans to see if there is anything. The way to earn spirit stones."
She had long known that the improvement of her cultivation would not be hidden for long, so she might as well admit it generously. And she has now seen through the cultivation base of Hongye, a late first-order monk. Hongye is a very stable maid, and will not do some thankless things easily.
"That lady really did the right thing." Hongye smiled towards Mu Wanwan, and was secretly shocked—
Last time, she could also estimate some breath from this lady's body and judge her strength, but this time, she can't feel her breath at all.
Either this person has an adventure or her strength is too much higher than her own.
"Hongye, you should keep this spirit stone first." Mu Wanwan took out a low-grade spirit stone and stuffed it into her hand, "You have taken care of me during this hard time, and Fuliu is gone. The month is also a lot more prosperous."
Hongye's hands were sweaty, but she still took the spirit stone with a smile, "Thank you madam, Hongye will definitely not talk too much."
She really wasn't going to say anything more.
Although Lord Ao Qin said that they were being monitored, except for the occasional visit during the few days when the king was married, he never came during this period, nor did he send anyone under his command. Even when something happened to Fuliu, he didn't send new people to respond.
If she goes to complain, not only will she not get any benefit, but she will most likely end up in a different place. If she doesn't say anything, she can get some benefits from Mu Wanwan every month, so why bother.
The ox cart drove slowly, and soon arrived at the market where the human race and the dwarf race opened. Hong Ye had already figured it out, got off the ox cart and said goodbye to Mu Wanwan with a smile.
Mu Wanwan carried the basket on his back, looked at the pedestrians on the road, pinched the edge of the curtain cap—
The dwarven and human market is much larger than that of the elves. First of all, the gate of the toll booth is much more imposing, about twice as large as the elves. There is a large block directly in front of the main entrance of the market. A half-human-high test stone.
On both sides of the test stone, stood two rows of monks, one from the human race and one from the dwarf race.
There is nothing unusual about the monks of the human race, most of them are young and middle-aged monks.
Mu Wanwan was still weak when he went to the fair of the elf clan, and he had no way of estimating the cultivation base of the monks at the door. Now he is a little stronger, but he can see it a little bit. Most of these are from the second to third order. Cultivator, there are also a few that she can't tell just by looking at the breath.
As for the dwarves, Mu Wanwan felt a little novel, this was the first time she saw the dwarves.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long (shaking his ears): "Be nice and wait for the lady to feed."