Chapter 88: The Dark Tide Surging (7)
Qin Yi and Yan Zifei came to the wooden gate very smoothly.
Since Lu Zhiyuan was killed by Mu Qiqi, the Lu family has withered, and the immortal gate has no leader, and this Wutong Mountain, which was originally not daring to break in, has been even more deserted.
Qin Yi looked at the familiar scenes in front of him, as if he was in a different world.
They weren't in Wutong Mountain, where did they go? Where did she go?
"I didn't expect this Wutong Mountain to be so beautiful!"
Yan Zifei looked at the vast grassland, the glow was shining, and there was a pool of water.
"What kind of pool is this?"
"Sink of the heart. ”
"This is the famous heart-washing pool! What about the bone-washing pool?"
Yan Zi is not looking around, just a pool.
Qin Yi looked at the grass under his feet now, this is the bone washing pool, thinking of that night, he knew Mu Qiqi's secret, and entered the bone washing pool in anger, Mu Qiqi saw it, healed him, and completely filled the bone washing pool.
Qin Yi didn't answer Yan Zifei, and walked straight towards the wooden door hall.
Yan Zifei chased after him.
"Is this Mumen Academy?" Yan Zifei looked around, very curious about this place.
"This wooden door is really big, and this inner courtyard is so big?"
"There's too much herb here, right?"
"These herbs are about as tall as a human!"
"This is ginseng, estimated to be thousands of years old, right?
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Qin Yi listened to Yan Zifei and said excitedly behind him, explaining to him, "This is the back mountain of Mumen, these herbs are usually treated by Mumen for disciples, but basically no one in their Mumen understands medicine, and if there is a problem, it is basically treated directly with spiritual power." These herbs are just going to be wasted. ”
"No wonder there are so many, if we pull these out and sell them, we should be able to sell them for a lot of money!"
"We're here to find 'Tai Sui'. Qin Yi glanced at these herbs, "Mumen doesn't have much livelihood, so he relies on these herbs to sell for money." Let's leave that alone. ”
Yan Zifei listened to Qin Yi's words and smiled, "You still remember the wooden door, Mu Qiqi, are you in love with Mu Qiqi?"
"No, you take your medicine well, why are you saying this?"
"Look at you nervous, if you like it, you like it, I heard that Mu Qiqi is very good-looking, and it is human nature to like it. Yan Zifei was looking for medicine while making fun of Qin Yi.
Qin Yi didn't want to pay attention to him.
Yan Zifei is talking to himself, which is very happy.
"Actually, it's me, I should be very happy, after all, I am at home all over the world, I stay everywhere, I will definitely be happy to have such a beautiful girl, and she likes me so hard. ”
"If you say this nonsense again, don't talk anymore!"
"Doesn't that make you happy, why are you so serious?"
"Along the way, I found that you care about Mumen, Mu Qiqi, don't you like her, what is it? I want you to face your heart!"
Yan Zifei ran to Qin Yi's side with a smile, "Why don't you understand my mind at all?"
Qin Yi turned around and gave Yan Zifei a dumb point. It's all clean.
"I know it in my heart! I don't like her, I hate her!"
Yan Zifei looked at Qin Yi, this stubborn look, hey, along the way, he could see it clearly, clearly, and he was still here, and he didn't know what he was awkward?
Yan Zifei is not like these immortal monks, he is not cold, he only knows that liking is a matter of two people, he is worthy of his heart, he is free, and he asks for immortals.
I searched around, but I found nothing. Qin Yi and the others planned to go home.
Yan Zifei's dumb hole was also unraveled at that time.
"Do you want to rest here for one night before leaving?" I always feel that there are still a lot of treasures in this wooden door that I haven't found!"
"It's a wooden door. ”
"It's been deserted for more than half a year, and the grass is so deep that the wooden door won't come back. ”
"They'll be back for sure!"
Yan Zifei looked at Qin Yi with a sigh, a duplicitous guy! Ignore him, and go to find a place to live by himself.