In the past few days, the Jiang family in the south of the city, the Long family in the north of the city, and all the people who know how to refine medicine in the two families have been busy turning around, hitting the back of their heads with their feet. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The guys who don't understand the situation keep whining. I was busy two days ago, busy collecting medicinal herbs. Unexpectedly, this medicinal herb was collected...... It turns out to be busier.

What's going on, donkey grinding, you have to let it breathe.

Canghai City, North Outer City, Long's Mansion.

The night of the full moon.

The land of alchemy, the Maha Medicine Tower.

A boxy courtyard with a boxy alchemy tower in the center. It is said to be a "tower" for alchemy, but in fact it is not a two-story building, and it is a unique alchemy site in Zenmen. It was Wei Ziming who borrowed it from the demon monk He Huan and gave his second brother to refine medicine.

Wei Ziming and He Huan are the two most powerful subordinates of Long Batian. But between the two people, although it is not incompatible, it is not far apart. Wei Ziming borrowed this Zen Gate Alchemy Tower from He Huan, which was also a helpless move.

The medicinal materials that I got from Ye Wuji's hands this time were too precious.

Ordinary Dan furnaces can't be refined.

When Jin Siniang sent the one-third basket of medicinal materials to the hands of the three brothers of Wei Ziming and Confucianism, his second brother, who was obsessed with refining medicine, had his old eyes shining brightly, as if he had returned to the light. Even his voice trembled: "This ...... This...... Is this Bi Yan Lan?" His already withered hands also kept shaking at the same frequency, "this...... Is it a ...... Burst green branches?"

The excitement in Lao Ru's heart is indescribable. The tiger's body trembled repeatedly.

If he had been shocked twice and had taken a good look at these precious medicinal materials whose origin was not very innocent, maybe what would have happened later would not have happened.

At least they're in their dragon house, it's not going to happen.

In fact, these medicinal materials should have been given to Long Batian's younger brother, the Southern Poison King Long Bayun, to refine the elixir. That would avoid a tragedy - it's a pity that Long Bayun, the famous Southern Poison King in the Southern Regions, only likes to refine the poison pill, and he has no interest in refining the Heaven and Earth Spirit Pill at all.

In this way, it made Wei Ziming, the second brother, refine a furnace of superb poison pills.

The demon monk He Huan, on the corridor on all sides, leaned on the vermilion railing, looking at the hot scene in the courtyard. The housekeepers, guards, and men who transported all kinds of accessories and spices lined up from the four corner gates, and the river was endless—in the moonlight, it was like a swarm of ants that were moving.

Wei Ziming was by He Huan's side. He didn't like to deal with this demonic monk, but seeing that the other party had generously lent out the alchemy tower this time, Old Man Wei still decided to come up and say a few words.

Unexpectedly, He Huan opened his mouth first. "I'm afraid I'm going to have a lot of dreams at night this time-I heard that those little Confucian students of yours have suffered heavy casualties?"

"It's not a big deal, they are not having a good time, even if there is still the Jiang family, the old man is still there, only by rescuing my three students, the general trend is still on our side - besides, you are not an idle person, master.

He Huan closed his eyes, raised his head, and faced the moonlight, as if absorbing the essence of the moonlight.

"Old Master, aren't you afraid of the third force?"

"You mean the soldiers?" Wei Ziming snorted coldly, "The soldiers in this area of the Southern Regions have always been a bunch of timid rice buckets, and those waste materials from the Tianshui National Military Department are not watching on the wall now, and the grass on the wall is not insignificant at all." ”

That night, at the foot of Beiting Mountain, a group of Confucian students from Canghai City, and the small detachment of Long Aoguo's attackers, fought to the death, and both were defeated. It's not news anymore, and the current atmosphere in Canghai City is very delicate-

The major generals of the government and the opposition with the largest number of people, as Wei Ziming said, are quietly watching the changes and being the grass on the wall.

The conflict between the second prince and the third prince has almost been heard in the streets. The old king Qin Zhengchun didn't show up for a long time, and rumors were flying all over the sky.

I'm afraid that it may be only the fourth prince who is pampered in the palace, and he doesn't know that the undercurrent is surging under the calm waters of this Canghai City.

But he still knew the current situation.

Ye Wuji took Beicheng Wei Xiong Dafeng, his brother-in-law Bai Wensen, and Shang Xiangting, who was curious, a total of three people, through the portal, to the Tianshui King's Palace, found the fourth prince, and had a secret meeting.

The content of the meeting, of course, is to inform this god-level loser that if you don't take action, you won't have a chance to lose again.

The venue of the meeting is still in the bedroom of the ninth princess, the Orchid Palace.

There are five desks in the room, red and green, with everything, full of jade plates.

"In God......" Ye Wuji stretched out his hand, picked up a bunch of red and purple tribute grapes from the coffee table, swallowed them whole, did not spit out the grape skin, and said to the fourth prince Qin Zaitian: "Don't think I'm talking ugly, your Tianshui country is not big, there are five states in total, but there is not a single good thing in the entire court - the old Qin head is now uncertain about his life and death, you should also be concerned, and you can't lose the family anymore...... Your two brothers, no matter who wins, can't defeat you......"

Xiong Dafeng saw Ye Wuji for the first time today, and when he heard Ye Wuji say this, he sweated. Although this fourth prince has no knowledge of learning and no skills, he is an outsider anyway, and the politeness he should have is inevitable, right? He couldn't help but secretly sigh: Sure enough, it is better to be famous than to meet, this mustache surnamed Ye is indeed as rumored to be, not false at all.

Although he is not as powerful as his brother-in-law, there is always a steady look between his eyebrows. Maybe in the officialdom of Canghai City, after being suppressed for so many years, unstable people have to be a little more stable.

Until now, at this moment, Xiong Dafeng still couldn't believe that he was moved by Ye Wuji's words to assist the fourth prince who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun.

"What the hell is going on?" Xiong Dafeng wrinkled his thick thick eyebrows, thinking, "How can you believe in this kid's evil?"

Vincent Bai sat beside him, a little surprised.

Through the short time they got along that day, Bai Wensen had already arranged an impression in his heart for Ye Wou-Ki - after all, it was Ye Wou-Ki, you see, even the name was so outstanding and romantic...... Who can take this name for the average person?

Of course, Ye Wuji can't be blamed for the name, this has to find the Huang Da head of the Shenwu Sect.

Ye Wouji's words, although they are indeed not very popular, can not be said to be painless.

Qin Zaitian is also very face-saving, no longer exaggerated, and his face is even a little sad. Let Ye Wuji and the three of them secretly sigh, this son of a ruined family has changed his sex? Shang Xiangting didn't know that this fourth prince had always been a bit similar to him, the fourth senior brother of the Shenwu Sect. comforted: "Your Highness, don't worry, with my senior brother here, any problem is not a problem." ”