Ling Ye was in a good mood and asked Liu Yang some questions.

It turned out that Liu Yang's father was seriously ill, so he had to pick some herbs to sell, and he also came to make up for medical expenses.

But who knew that such a thing happened later.

After hearing what happened to Liu Yang, Ling Ye was silent for a while, and then smiled freely: "Then you go home with me first, and you will be my maid, how about it?" ”

"Huh?" Liu Yang was flattered: "Is it okay?" ”

"Of course."

Ling Ye agreed, and then thought about it again, and after asking Liu Yang about her father's condition, he took her to a teahouse.

Ling Ye borrowed some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone to write down a prescription.

Liu Yang's father should have a simple wind chill, which can be cured quickly without going to see it.

Ling Ye gave the prescription to Liu Yang, and handed over another ingot of silver: "You go to grab the medicine according to the prescription above, and if you don't have the herbs, go to the medicine hall to buy them." Do you hear that? ”

Liu Yang was taken aback, and waved his hand to Ling Ye again and again: "No, I can't take your silver." ”

"It's fine." Ling Ye smiled nonchalantly: "If you promise to be a maid for me, this is your first month's moon silver, how about it?" ”

Liu Yang responded uncertainly.

Ling Ye said: "After you decide, come to the Protector General's Mansion to find me, my name is Weiyang." ”

Ling Ye could clearly perceive that Liu Yang's eyes were a little surprised.

It seems that the reputation of the original owner of the waste straw bale has spread so far.

After bidding farewell to Liu Yang, Ling Ye slowly prepared to return home.

It's just that when he was leaving the house, Ling Ye heard some discussions.

"Have you heard? The head of the Song family died violently! ”

"Huh? When? ”

"Just today, a lot of people have heard about it."

The sound of such a conversation attracted Ling Ye's attention, and she couldn't help but slow down and listen to the sound of their conversation.

I only heard someone continue to ask: "Why did the head of the Song family suddenly die?" ”

"I heard that I went crazy when I was cultivating."

After hearing this, Ling Ye had already walked out of the teahouse.

It's just a thoughtful look in her eyes.

She always felt that the death of the head of the Song family was not so simple.

Ling Ye was immersed in his thoughts, but he didn't notice that there was already a person standing in front of him.

"Presumably you're the Hidden Night Maiden?"

Someone asked in front of her.

Ling Ye raised her head at this time, and she saw the person in front of her.

The person in front of him was wearing a yellow robe, but this person was known to Ling Ye.

This is the Master Huang of the Spirit Pill Pavilion that I had seen before.

Ling Ye nodded: "Master Huang, what are you looking for me?" ”

"That's right." Master Huang had a slight smile on the corner of his lips, "I heard about your reputation here, and I expect that you should be extremely talented in alchemy, and the girl should not have a teacher, right?" ”

"Nope."

Ling Ye shook his head, his eyes flickering a little.

Master Huang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "Then I wonder if the girl is willing to worship me as a teacher?" Although I am not talented, I am also a second-order alchemist. ”

There was a faint look of smugness on his face.

Ling Ye took all of Master Huang's expressions into his eyes, and then refused: "No need, I think I'm fine alone." ”

Master Huang's smile stiffened slightly.

He paused, unable to believe what he was hearing, and asked again: "Do you really want to worship me as a teacher?" ”

"Thank you for your kindness, I really don't need to."

Even if she wants to learn, she is looking for Jun Yanxiu to cultivate.

Master Huang's level, to be honest, Ling Ye still can't look down on it now. There are better ones, and why choose such defective products?

After refusing, Midnight wanted to leave.

But who knew that Master Huang didn't want to let her go at all, and still blocked in front of her: "Wait, there is something that you must make clear to the girl of the hidden night." ”

"Most of this place is the territory of the Spirit Pill Pavilion, so the Hidden Night Girl should not sell it here."

When Ling Ye heard this, he looked over with a smile: "Is it the meaning of the Spirit Pill Pavilion, or the meaning of your Master Huang?" ”

Clear eyes, with a slight smile.

But there was something sarcastic about the smile.

Ling Ye could see Master Huang's plan at a glance.

She said that why Master Huang came to her as an apprentice for no reason was just because he was afraid that the business would be robbed.

I see.

After Master Huang was seen through, he gladly accepted it after a short period of irritation: "Yes, so I advise you, it's best not to sell pills here, otherwise, I will make you unable to live." ”

An alchemist's connections are terrifying.

Ling Ye was not afraid: "If you have the ability, you will come." ”

Hearing such provocative words, Master Huang was simply angry all over.

In the next few days, Ling Ye also sold pills here.

She bought enough medicinal materials every day to go back to refine the pills, not only the Guben Dan, but also other first-order pills, which she could also control with great ease.

It's just a breeze to know.

It is precisely because of this that Ling Ye's business is getting bigger and bigger.

Now, her elixir is not only in good condition, but she also refines the elixir very quickly, and she will sign a batch of orders in advance every night.

However, recently, Ling Ye found that alchemy had promoted her cultivation relatively slowly, so she didn't spend much time every day.

As for the ban that Master Huang said, these days, Ling Ye didn't notice it at all.

So much so that Master Huang rushed over again angrily, and what he saw was the scene of the city.

He was so angry that he almost fainted.

The matter here has obviously stimulated Master Huang.

And because of Ling Ye's practice, not many people came to buy it when Master Huang of the Spirit Pill Pavilion was on duty recently, and the amount of pills traded could be regarded as a handful.

That's almost half as much as it used to be.

"Girl in the Night." Master Huang came down surrounded by a few younger brothers behind him: "Business is very good. ”

"Thank you, so-so." Ling Ye smiled and bent his eyes and replied.

It's just a very simple conversation, but the two of them have ignited a ** flavor between their words, and no one will let anyone.

Master Huang didn't expect her to respond like this.

Master Huang didn't want to be false with her: "I can't hide it, I'm here to compete with you." ”

"Do you want to compete in refining pills?"

Ling Ye asked rhetorically, and then nodded matter-of-factly: "Also, Master Huang may have been useless in the past, and the pill can't be sold, so he deigned to compete with me." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Master Huang roared in annoyance.

But in fact, what Ling Ye said was the truth.

As the master of the Spirit Pill Pavilion, Master Huang had accumulated a lot of contacts, but these days, he found that there were fewer and fewer acquaintances who came to buy the pills.