The content is very cumbersome and messy, like a person's miscellaneous mind, but fools can see how valuable this note is.
Chen Qingfeng looked up at Mu Yan, “Miss Jun, you... why did you give me this? ”
This time, even Bao can't help it.
Finally spit those words out cold again, "Dumb! Eggs!”
Chen Qingfeng and Yi Ling Ling, like being suddenly broken through by Xiaobao's "idiot”.
Her eyes widened violently and she shivered: “Miss Jun, are you... are you going to teach me to refine medicine? ”
Moe shook her head, "Finally not so dumb. ”
“Cocoa… but how can you teach me this outsider if it should be all your secret? ”
This Xuan Pharmacopoeia is truly a memorable note from Muyan's four years of studying refining drugs in the mountains.
If you get it outside and sell it to a refiner, you can definitely sell it to the sky.
But for Muang today, it's not really a secret.
Because her true secrets of refining are no longer a prescription, but a magic piano, a divine musician skill.
However, this stunner with Chen Qingfeng is not clearly explained.
Moo-yan swept his eyebrows and sighed: “Husband, don't be a grandmother's. Learn or not, just one thing. ”
“Learn!” Chen Qingfeng held Xuanfeng's recipe in his arms and repeatedly kowtowed to Mu Yan. “Don't worry, Miss Jun, even if I don't eat or sleep every day, I won't fail to live up to your expectations. ”
……
Not to mention how Chen Qingfeng lost sleep and forgot to eat in the next few days.
Neither does it say how the monument store, under the operation of smoke and the protection of Old Tao, was feng shui and burst into flames throughout the city.
Over the next few days, Muang's attention was focused on a dozen ghost market slaves.
Haunted City Cave of Man, known as Cave of Man, of course there are countless slaves inside.
And these dozen slaves, looking at the harsh eyes of their eyes, and the brazen breath from their bodies, knew that none of them were good.
However, Muang said she was satisfied.
“I can give you a chance.” Muang looks at these people and opens the door to the mountain lane, "and as long as you win, I will set you free and assure you that Ghost Market and I will never bother you again. But if you lose, do what you have to do and work for me. Do you have any objections? ”
More than a dozen slaves face each other with different colours in their eyes.
But no one is ecstatic.
One of the men with a scar on his face, who looked worse than Ho Tian, took a step forward and asked in a coarse voice: “Who are we going to win? Is that you or him? ”
Scar's finger pointed to Ho Tian.
With the help of Old Tao in the Junjie pharmacy, Mu Yan transferred Xiaohao Tian to Xiaobao.
Make sure he obeys Baby's orders and looks after Baby.
And Scar asked, more than a dozen slaves, one like the other, staring nervously at the sky.
In Haunted Market, few slaves knew about this "Mad Three” that had won hundreds of battles at the Battlefield.
Even though a few of them were taller than Hu Tian Hu Tian, he never got the benefit.
Muang saw the faces of these slaves, the lips slightly flashed, revealing a bright smile, unspeakable and charming.
“Neither. ”