Out of Qingzhou City ten miles, on the beautiful mountain to build a royal regulation courtyard, called "Dragon Mansion", every year in the ambush season, the Emperor Zhou of the ninety-five supreme has to live here for a few days. One is to pray for the blessings of the three armies stationed in northern Xinjiang, and the other is to escape the scorching heat in Zhongzhou.

At this time, it was not yet dawn, and it was the time when people were sleeping soundly, except for a few patrolling armor soldiers who were on duty outside, and there were no more idlers in the courtyard.

Qin Keqing was prostrate on the ridge of the roof, overlooking the entire courtyard, finding a place, and wanted to take advantage of the cover of the moonlight to find out, and just as he was about to get up, he found that a team of armor soldiers was walking towards this side.

Qin Keqing frowned, and secretly said in his heart: "Shouldn't there be a pillar of incense?" Why did this only half a pillar of incense come back? With such intensive patrols, it seems that there are indeed problems here. ”

As the footsteps got farther and farther away, Qin Keqin turned over with a harrier and landed lightly in the courtyard. Looking back at the direction the armorer had left, he reached out and pushed open the window behind him and climbed in.

The sun is rising, and everything is awakening.

Ling Haoran yawned, looked at Wen Ziqi, who seemed to be sleeping deeply, and muttered: "I didn't expect that he who has always been weak turned out to be a martial arts master, and he was able to come to me from so far in an instant yesterday, which is not something ordinary people can do." ”

"It's so uncomfortable for me to stare at me like this." Wen Ziqi opened his eyes, glanced at Ling Haoran and said, "Look at your appearance, didn't you sleep all night last night?" ”

Ling Haoran nodded and said, "I can't sleep, as soon as I close my eyes, I see a lot of dead corpses." After saying that, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he continued: "I'm not afraid, it's just a little unimaginable." ”

Wen Ziqi turned over and sat up, and said with a smile: "Actually, it's nothing to be afraid, everyone has a first time, not to mention it's really quite infiltrating, you say it's unimaginable, I feel it should be unbelievable, right?" As he spoke, he covered the wound with his hand and gently turned his arm around.

Ling Haoran saw him twist his arm, so he secretly said in his heart: "If it weren't for him, I should have been injured at this time." Thinking of this, I felt even more uncomfortable, so I asked: "How is it, is it still painful?" ”

"It's not a big deal, it's just a little inconvenient. After two days, the wound will scab over. As he spoke, Wen Ziqi came to the window, picked up his toiletries, turned his head and said to him, "Hurry up and clean up, we have to go to Mo Lao's place today." With that, he pushed open the door and walked out.

"Ah, I forgot." As soon as he heard Mo Lao's words, Ling Haoran screamed like a wild cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Hurriedly turned over and got out of bed, picked up the basin and ran out.

In the alchemy room, Mo Qianqiu looked at the three people in front of him with a tired face, and said slowly: "I have important things to do with your hall master these days, so let's put aside the matter of teaching you three to refine medicine." As he spoke, he picked up three pieces of paper from the table and handed them over.

opened his mouth and said: "Although I don't have time to care about you, but you can't just wander around like this, there are three recipes here, take one each, and go to the warehouse to prepare it by yourself." ”

Everyone nodded, took the paper juan one after another, and lowered their heads to study it.

"Mo Lao, these are all decoctions?" Pei Yuanting asked suspiciously after reading it.

Mo Qianqiu stroked his beard and said slowly, "Pills, decoctions, and powders, in fact, the effects are the same, but the production process is different, just like the same rice food, some are boiled into porridge with water, some are boiled into rice, and some are mashed to make paste, which itself is still rice, which is used to fill the stomach." Can you tell which one is good and which one is not? ”

After that, he looked at Pei Yuanting, who looked helpless, and continued: "So the decoction is also to let you understand the changes of various medicinal materials at various temperatures, so that you can be more comfortable in the process of refining pills in the future. ”

Wen Ziqi looked at what Mo Qianqing said, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Did something happen to this old man Mo and the hall master?" I even started to make up nonsense to prevaricate. ”

This Hall Master Zhu hasn't seen anyone for a few days, and it seems that he doesn't pay attention to the few of us at all, if he doesn't encounter anything important, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

Every three years is a big competition, and each branch is painstaking to train candidates. This Hall Master Zhu is good, and he doesn't even show his face. Now even this alchemist is the same, is he ready to give up this year?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Then when will we bring the refined decoction to you for inspection?" ”

Mo Qianqiu was stunned when he heard this, pondered for a moment, and said: "In this way, you go back first to complete the medicine and then practice, after the practice, the three of you will make a comment on each other, see if there is anything wrong with what is wrong, and then come to me after adjustment." I'll answer them for you one by one. ”

The three of them were stunned when they heard this, what is it meant to comment on each other, and then make an induction after adjustment. This obviously didn't want a few of them to bother him, but it was hard to say, so he had to come up with such an idea.

The three of them looked at each other, bowed and withdrew. Out of the Alchemy Hall, Pei Yuanting casually stuffed the recipe in his sleeve pocket and said with a smile: "How do you guess Old Man Mo came up with such a bad idea?" ”

Ling Haoran glanced at Pei Yuanting and said coldly: "I don't know if it's bad or not, but I have time to go back to sleep now, and I didn't close my eyes last night." ”

It turned out that the three of them had already seen what Mo Qianqiu was doing this for. Seeing Ling Haoran walking towards the wing, Pei Yuanting turned his head and said to Wen Ziqi: "He went back to sleep, what should the two of us do?" ”

Wen Ziqi thought for a while and said: "I think we should prepare this decoction first, in case Old Man Mo has a whim, tomorrow will depend on how far we go, I'm afraid it's not easy to explain that the three of us haven't done anything." ”

Pei Yuanting thought about it and nodded: "What you said makes sense, after the task is completed, you can have fun playing." ”

The two hit it off and said they would go.

Since Deputy Hall Master Yao came two days ago, Yan Shisan has become more studious, and at this time he is practicing with a pen in one hand and a notebook in the other.

Pei Yuanting saw him lying on the table practicing seriously, and he didn't even notice it, so he couldn't help but be curious to come in to see what he was writing.

Yan Shisan, who felt that the light was getting darker, looked up and found the two people standing in front of him, and couldn't help but be stunned.

His face turned pale, and he said coldly: "Who am I, it turns out to be you." What are you doing here? ”

Pei Yuanting glanced down at the messy waste paper thrown on the ground and said, "Of course I came here to get medicine, seeing that you are practicing your name so hard, why are you going to be promoted?" ”

Yan Shisan snorted coldly, and said with a smile: "Whether you are high or not, what does it have to do with you, is there a approval?" ”

Pei Yuanting, who suffered a blow and suffered a secret loss, was stunned in his heart, and said suspiciously: "Approval, what approval, no!" ”

"I didn't have a slip to make a mess here, disturbing my calligraphy." After saying that, he lowered his head again and prepared to continue his great cause of practicing calligraphy.

Wen Pei and the others looked at each other, knowing that since Yan Shisan said this, there must be such a thing as a approval. But neither of them had ever heard what the approval was.

But it seems that it is impossible to enter the warehouse without this approval, so Wen Ziqi had no choice but to say with a smile on his face: "Brother Yan, let me ask, what kind of thing is this approval?" ”

Yan Shisan didn't raise his head, and said in a rather impatient tone: "The approval is the article for customs clearance!" ”

Wen Ziqi smiled helplessly and then asked, "Customs clearance?" What clearance? Where is the pass? ”

asked three questions in a row, which made Yan Shisan, who was already impatient, suddenly angry. I saw him throw away the pen in his hand, raise his head and shout: "This is the pass I guarded, understand?" As he spoke, he pointed his finger at his chest and said, "Just me, Yan Thirteen's pass." ”

Pei Yuanting looked at Yan Shisan, who had an angry face, and muttered: "Why is this person so angry, his liver must be bad!" ”

If it was Ling Haoran, he would definitely follow his words and say, "Anger hurts the liver, that's why his face is so red." Originally, this was the scene where Pei Yuanting came back to make up for the secret loss he had just suffered.

But today it was Wen Ziqi who followed instead of Ling Haoran, I saw that he was stunned when he heard this, and said in an extremely serious tone: "It's not that he hurts his liver with anger, the symptoms are wrong, the symptoms of anger hurting his liver are ......."

Yan Shisan saw that the two of them were discussing whether they would be angry and hurt their livers, and they suddenly became angry. He pointed to the distance and shouted: "Get out, you hurry up and roll for Lao Tzu, how far and as far as you can." At the end of the roar, his voice broke.

Ling Haoran stretched out his little thumb and plucked out his ears, blew lightly with his mouth, and said: "Killing pig-like ghosts, what are you roaring, asking you, where to open your customs clearance." ”

Some miscellaneous servants in the distance heard the sound and looked over, and some good deeds even ran over and asked, "Brother Thirteen, what's wrong with you, why did you get so angry?" ”

Although Yan Shisan was angry, the identities of Wen Ziqi and Pei Yuanting were there, although they couldn't wait to go up and slap them, but they were disciples of the hall master, so naturally he was not a miscellaneous servant who could beat and scold. So I have been suppressing the anger in my heart, and at this time, I saw a handyman running over, and suddenly rounded his arm, and it was a slap in the face of the person who came.

With a "snap", the handyman only felt that his eyes were dark, and he didn't know why he suddenly flew back again. He fell heavily to the ground, and after a long time, he got up, touched his hot cheek with his hand, and looked at everyone blankly.

Pei Yuanting gently stroked his cheek with his hand, and sighed: "My mother, what a big hatred this is." ”

The pent-up anger in my heart was finally vented. Yan Shisan turned his face to look at Pei Yuanting and Wen Ziqi and said coldly: "The hall master clearly stipulates that documents are required to enter and exit the warehouse. Therefore, if you want to enter the warehouse, it is best to come over with the paperwork. ”

Pei Yuanting saw that Yan Shisan, who was still thunderous just now, suddenly became light and light, so he was slightly stunned and said suspiciously: "Yan Shisan, is this still you?" How did it suddenly become like this:? ”