Meng Qi went back to where he lived directly from the small path in the door.
She hugged the little white tiger, and didn't want to meet someone like Lu Qingran who was so curious and wanted to masturbate.
She is an ordinary disciple of Qingfeng Valley. The room is not big, with a bed, a table and a few chairs, all made of bamboo, which looks very simple.
The little white tiger glanced around the room lazily, and Meng Qi had already put him on the only bed.
The bamboo bed is covered with cushions, neither soft nor hard, it doesn't look like a girl's place.
The little white tiger stretched its paws and lay lazily on its stomach.
He watched Meng Qi take out a small tripod from the bracelet space.
Simple patterns are engraved on the small tripod cast in bronze. It looks rough and simple, not like an important magic weapon.
Meng Qi threw a lot of spiritual herbs into the small cauldron, and finally broke open a piece of ore-like thing and threw it in.
She drew a talisman around Xiao Ding.
Of course, it is impossible to use firewood for medicine and practice medicine.
High-level medical practitioners usually look for a convenient flame to specialize in refining medicine.
Most of these flames are spiritual, and the flames that can be used to refine medicine are quite powerful, not something Meng Qi can take for himself with his current cultivation.
This talisman was also taught by her master.
Meng Qi's master is a master craftsman, and craftsmanship is even more unpopular in the Three Thousand Worlds than medical practitioners.
But if she can really reach the level of her master, she will be able to turn decay into magic, draw a talisman array with a stone and a tree, and with a little refining, it can become a powerful magic weapon.
Meng Qi's time with him was too short, and all he learned was superficial.
However, her mentor was very kind to her. When the two met, Meng Qi was no more than a foundation builder, and the other party didn't show any dislike or impatience.
Instead, he taught her a lot.
For example, teach her how to refine natal weapons.
Together with her, I enthusiastically researched how to use medicinal materials as carriers on the pills to carry the talisman formulas.
Another example.
The fire control talisman that Meng Qi used to refine medicine was originally very powerful.
It is the Lihuo formation that can be ranked in the top ten among the fire control talisman formations in the three thousand worlds.
If it is used by a powerful audience, it can plunge a hundred miles into a raging flame and burn everything in the world.
When Master Meng Qi chose the fire control talisman formation for Meng Qi, he finally chose this Lihuo large formation.
He spent a whole month doing everything he could.
Finally, the talisman array that could only be used by practitioners above the Nascent Soul Stage was simplified into a talisman array that could be used by Meng Qi who had just formed an alchemy.
Of course, as her cultivation level improves, the talisman array will become more and more powerful.
A faint flame ignited, pulling back Meng Qi's Piaoyuan thoughts.
She stared at the flickering bright fire, and in just a short moment, the medicinal fragrance burst out.
This is the power of the talisman array, which can reduce the time of refining medicine by one time.
Meng Qi is still in the Qi training period.
As her cultivation level increases, the level of the talisman array will also increase accordingly.
When she can also ascend to the Mahayana, she might be able to make medicine with one breath.
master.
Meng Qi subconsciously wrote these two words lightly on the table.
All she knew was that her mentor came from a hidden sect in the western world.
I don't know the other party's name, and indeed no one in the Eastern Realm knows him.
so!
Meng Qi's gaze became firm, she would definitely go to the West Realm.
Regardless of the relationship between the white-robed man in the records of the elders of Fentian Palace and her mentor, she always wanted to go to the West Realm to see for herself.
The talisman flames quickly burned out.
A small ball of green ointment remained in the small tripod.
The fragrance is tangy, and just smelling it makes people feel refreshed.
Meng Qi took out the ointment, turned around and walked to the bed, leaned over and gently held the little white tiger's front paw.
"It might hurt a little." Her voice was very soft, and she held the little white tiger's claws and blew gently, "Be patient, Xiaoqi."
Little White Tiger: "..."
Who is Xiao Qi? !
The medicinal ointment was pasted on his front paws, which obviously smelled very pleasant.
But the moment it touched the wound, it was hot.
For a moment, it seemed as if something had penetrated into the wound.
this is…
The little white tiger looked up at Meng Qi, a hint of surprise flashed in his blue eyes.
What an ingenious thought.
There is actually a healing formula attached to the ointment.
His eyes flickered slightly, and he remembered the small silver medicine knife again.
Although it looks rough and low-level, the talisman array on the knife is very familiar.
That shouldn't be the talisman array of a small qi training club in the three thousand worlds.
Even in the demon world, it is only the talents of the great sky demon royal family.
The ointment this time was significantly more effective than the pills Meng Qi gave him in the canyon before.
The little white tiger's front paws had been oozing fine blood.
After the ointment was applied, although the wound was very painful, the bleeding seemed to stop slowly.
Meng Qi kept holding the little white tiger's paw and raised it slightly.
"It seems to work." She smiled at him, took out another pill and stuffed it into his mouth.
The soft fingertips brushed Baihu's lips, and a faint medicinal fragrance similar to pills wafted from the cool fingers.
The little white tiger froze again.
He has never been so close to the opposite sex.
It should be said that no woman dared to get close to him like this.
but…
The feeling doesn't seem so bad.
The little white tiger subconsciously licked his lips.
The scent of the medicine had dissipated long ago, but he was lying on Meng Qi's bed.
That clear and faint medicinal fragrance seemed to be everywhere.
Not thick, but always surrounded him.
A small dollop of ointment, which is quickly and completely absorbed by the wound.
The original pain on the wound, even the burning sensation caused by the ointment gradually eased.
No one in the room spoke, only Meng Qi's leisurely breathing, long and peaceful.
She kept holding the little white tiger's paw, patiently waiting for the ointment to absorb.
After half a stick of incense, the ointment was completely absorbed, and even the last trace of the medicine did not enter the wound.
The wounds on the little white tiger's paws were gradually exposed, without the blood seeping from the wounds, it didn't look so ferocious.
Inside the wound, dots of silver light shone.
Before Meng Qi was happy for too long, blood oozes out again amidst the intertwined rays of light, filling the wound again.
what is this
She was not surprised.
If it can be cured so easily, she will not feel troubled.
This silver thing should be the culprit that caused the little white tiger to bleed profusely.
But what is this
Meng Qi gently put down the little white tiger's paw, and looked up at the roof.
All kinds of poisons that she had been exposed to in her past and present lives flashed through her mind, but none of them fit this situation.
"Xiaoqi." Meng Qi reached out and rubbed its head, "I'm going to Zangshu Pavilion in the gate."
Although Qingfeng Valley is small, it has always been a medical sect that has been established for more than one hundred years and nearly two hundred years old.
When the disciples return to the sect after training, they will record what they have seen and heard along the way in the bamboo slips and hand them in to the Zangshu Pavilion in exchange for a certain contribution to the sect.
In the library, you can find all these slips.
The elder who manages the Library Pavilion is Elder Yan.
He is also the teacher who admires Meng Qi the most in Qingfeng Valley.
Meng Qi left some medicine around the room to prevent people from intruding at will, and then turned around and licked the lazy little white tiger.
In fact, even if you don't look at the face of the man in white robe who looks like your mentor.
Meng Qi also wanted to cure the little white tiger.
—It’s really super touchable!
Cute, soft, and fluffy.
Meng Qi closed the door and walked quickly towards the Library Pavilion located on the back mountain of the sect.
At this time, the sun is setting, and the warm sunset glow is reflected on the mountain where Qingfeng Valley is located.
This time should be the busiest time in the door just after a day of practice.
She traveled all the way, but she didn't see any of her classmates.
It wasn't until he entered the bottom floor of Zangshu Pavilion that Meng Qi saw Elder Yan who was guarding here sitting cross-legged on a chair.
A row of bamboo slips floated in front of Elder Yan.
Without seeing how he moved, those bamboo slips flew upwards quickly.
Meng Qi had seen this situation many times, but she still couldn't help but look up in the direction of the bamboo slips.
The Library Pavilion in Qingfeng Valley is not big, and the middle of the four-story building is hollow.
On both sides are tall bookshelves from floor to ceiling.
There are stacked bamboo slips on top of it.
There are winding stairs leading up to the third floor of Zangshu Pavilion.
Further up, there are no stairs.
Those bamboo slips, most of which were left on the first floor, flew to one of the bookshelves and fell down.
There was only one, and it slowly flew up to the third floor and landed on one of the bookshelves that was still empty.
"Meng Qi." Elder Yan opened his eyes.
He looked to be in his early thirties, wearing the green robe of Qingfenggu.
Her long hair was tied up and coiled on top of her head, tied obliquely by a distinctive bamboo slip.
"Elder Yan." Meng Qi respectfully saluted Jishou.
"The disciple wants to ask the elder for help."
Elder Yan didn't ask her what's the matter, but glanced at her face: "Today, a distinguished guest came to the door, and the head summoned his disciples to go to the main hall to welcome him. Why are you here?"
"Honored guest?" Meng Qi was stunned for a moment, before realizing it all at once.
Just now Lu Qingran was waiting for Chu Tianfeng outside the mountain gate, it should be people from Fentian Palace who arrived.
Did it come so fast? !
She just cured Chu Tianfeng not long ago!
But it has nothing to do with her.
In her previous life, she was imprisoned in a dungeon, and she survived this crisis without any danger.
this time…
Just be careful with her and she'll be fine.
"I don't know." Meng Qi answered honestly.
A faint smile appeared in Elder Yan's eyes: "I heard that the young palace master of the Fentian Palace and the old elders of his sect are here, don't you want to go and greet them?"
The Young Palace Master of Fentian Palace is also well-known in the Eastern Realm.
The young man is handsome, and he is also a genius in cultivation.
There are indeed many female cultivators who want to practice with him.
"With the head of the sect and senior sisters and brothers here, it doesn't matter if the disciple doesn't go." Meng Qi replied respectfully.
And indeed no one told her to go.
"What's the matter with you?" Elder Yan smiled even wider.
"There is a kind of poison. After being poisoned, there will be silver marks on the wound, which will make people bleed." Meng Qi asked respectfully, "Does the elder know about this poison?"
"Oh?" Elder Yan closed his eyes.
Meng Qi waited patiently.
Elder Yan's cultivation is still higher than that of the sect master, especially his medical skills, he has already entered the fourth-rank realm one step ahead of the sect master.
Meng Qi had heard about the elder in the door.
It is said that he once vowed to go all over the world and rule all over the world.
So every other year, I will leave the door to travel abroad.
It is also because of this that he does not hold any position in the sect.
In addition to the empty name of the elder, that is, when he stays in the door, he will guard the library.
Elder Yan has no personal disciples so far, and the disciples in Qingfeng Valley are not particularly keen to worship under him.
In comparison, the head of the sect, or other elders with positions.
To be their direct disciple is obviously much better in the eyes of the disciples.
"There is one..." Elder Yan slowly opened his eyes, "Here are the bamboo slips for you, you can read and study by yourself."
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
A small bamboo slip fell from the fourth floor and stopped in front of Meng Qi.
"Thank you, elder." Meng Qi applauded again.
She was about to ask the elder a few more questions when there was a rush of footsteps outside the Library Pavilion.
Two disciples of Qingfenggu hurried into the library.
They first saluted Elder Yan and said hello, then turned to look at Meng Qi.
The expressions of the two disciples were a little strange.
Their eyes flickered, and they said to Meng Qi: "Junior Sister Meng Qi, the sect master and the elders of Fentian Palace want to see you. Come with us to the main hall."