If the third uncle is not careful, he may lose his life.

"That's right."

Mo Yan nodded, "If Chu Wangzhong summons him, we will find a way when the time comes." ”

As for now—

"Come with me to the Eternal Life Pavilion first. I believe that the third uncle must also want to see you. ”

"Okay."

This time, there is no need to hide it.

It is normal for the master of the Immortal Pavilion to be seriously ill and bedridden, and Mo Yan, the master of the Rilun Pavilion, came to visit with the disciples in the pavilion.

In the past, the disciples of the Immortal Pavilion were all arrogant, and no one looked down on them except themselves.

But that's no longer the case.

Their pavilion master was hit hard, the senior brother Chu Changgeng died tragically, and the Immortal Pavilion had fallen from the altar and became a very weak pavilion among the five pavilions.

Even, even the Rilun Pavilion, which was at the bottom of the past, is a little more confident than them.

"Lord Moge, please come here."

Therefore, when Mo Yan came to visit from the main gate with Zi Qianmo, the disciples in the Immortal Pavilion did not dare to make a mistake, and the etiquette was very thoughtful.

I was greeted to the administration building of the Eternal Pavilion.

Mo Yan and Zi Qianmo met "Taihong".

Of course, it is the third uncle Zi Mucheng.

In front of people, it is natural to do enough drama; After the person, as soon as the door closes, it is naturally a different scene.

"Qianmo."

Zi Mucheng looked at it with a smile, stepped forward, stretched out a hand, and patted her shoulder gently, "In the future, in Xuanwu Academy, the third uncle can protect you." ”

Zi Qianmo's light-colored glass eyes looked at the man in front of him wearing the mask of Tantai Hong's human skin, and said, "Third uncle, your face is so ugly. ”

Zi Mucheng: "......"

All right.

Taihong is indeed ugly.

He raised his hands and feet in favor of this.

But the problem is that Xiao Qianmo's words sound like he is complaining that he is ugly, which is a bit heart-wrenching.

"Ahem-" Zi Mucheng clenched one hand into a fist, put it to his lips, and coughed lightly, "Don't care about that kind of detail." Third Uncle has some things to give to you. ”

As he spoke, Zi Mucheng took out a Qiankun ring and handed it over.

Zi Qianmo took it.

This is a Qiankun ring that does not recognize the Lord.

Zi Qianmo probed into a trace of spiritual sense, and found a large number of medicinal materials in it, not to mention thousands of plants, and they were all extremely cherished varieties, at least, in this Beilan country, it was a very cherished variety.

There are many, all of them have a price.

No amount of money you have, you can't buy it.

It is difficult to achieve such a large collection without a few years, more than ten years, or even decades.

A conjecture emerges -

"These are the family backgrounds of Taihong?" Thinking so, she asked too.

"My family is so smart." The corners of Zi Mucheng's lips hooked up a smile of appreciation, "His family collection is here." It's useless for me to keep it, Xiao Qianmo, you can take it for refining medicine. ”

Zi Qianmo did not refuse, and accepted it very generously: "Thank you, third uncle." ”

For alchemists, the huge reserve of medicinal materials is indeed a very important part.

After her soul pierced, the last time she got a large amount of medicinal materials was in the Burning Xi Secret Realm. Now, it has been more than two months, she has used up more than half of it, and the inventory is not much.

"It's good to work for you." Zi Mucheng was very pleased.

Uncle and nephew, reminiscing for a while.

Zi Qianmo saw the Taihong in the wine vat.

"This bottle of elixir, give him one a day,