Before you know it, it's afternoon.

In the inn room, Night Terror Hall was covered with a thin quilt, and after a night of recuperation, his complexion basically returned to normal, but he could still feel a little weak between his eyebrows.

After a short whistle in the early morning, the bird also returned to the house to rest, and slept with the night terrors; Awakened by hunger at this point, he poked his head over the pillow and arched his head over the face of the night terror.

“······ and

Night Terror woke up slowly, only to feel that his limbs were filled with lead, and his body was as if he had been hollowed out, as if he had been wheeled by his daughter-in-law for seven days and seven nights.

But in addition, there is no problem with other aspects of the body, the toxicity of the imprisoned dragon miasma has been eliminated, and the remaining point is estimated to be too much physical consumption, and the bath fire map is automatically reduced, eat some nutrients to replenish the spirit and spirit, and it should be able to fully recover.

After a moment's pause, Night Terror opened his eyes and saw a big round white head, tilting his head to look at him:

"Boom?"

Night Terror raised his hand and rubbed it on the bird's head, then sat up on the bed and looked left and right.

The room is clean, the sound of even breathing after sleeping can be heard in the next room, and in the inn lobby downstairs, there is still a little noisy chatter of Jianghu people:

"The water in this river and lake is really deeper than I imagined. Xie Jianlan, Shi Daoyu, and the three leaders of the White Owl Camp, which one is not a character who can stomp his feet and tremble three times in the rivers and lakes? In just half a night, it was eaten clean...

"The main reason is that the night king of the Southern Dynasty is too domineering, and the heroes of other families walk the rivers and lakes, and they are dragons walking in the wilderness; The Night Yama King came out, and the real dragon had to be coiled..."

"I heard that the thief saint also came to Tianlang Lake, and he became the concubine of the night terror hall······

"The thief saint has always been bold, and he singled out the wealthy families in the rivers and lakes, and I guess when I went to the Southern Dynasty, I bumped into the iron plate of the Night Yama King. The female snitch has been caught by such a hero, if she doesn't realize it, where can she come out alive·····."

"Be conscious······ Does anyone know the process? I'm curious about how the Night Yama caught the Thief Saint...

"I don't even want to talk about you, are you curious about catching thieves? If you want to listen to meat jokes, go to the opposite kiln alley ·····."

Night Terror put on his robe, heard these chatters, quite interested, came to the outside of the room, looked from the second floor, and could see that there were four or five tables of Jianghu people sitting in the lobby, three of them ate silently, and it seemed that they had shown their faces in the treasure hunt yesterday.

And Fan Qinghe, who changed back into exotic clothes, was wearing a red and yellow gauze skirt, standing at the corner of the staircase with a watermelon in his arms, and he was also looking down; Although I couldn't see my expression when I heard these gossip words, my face turned black when I heard these gossip words.

Night Terror Hall recalled that Aunt Fan knelt in front of her yesterday, and raised the big moon to help wipe the gun, Xinhu made a little waves, came to the back lightly, and said in her ear:

"What are you looking at?" "Hiss~!"

Fan Qinghe, who was secretly scolding this group of Jianghu people for their nonsense, suddenly heard a clear voice in his ears, and the whole person shrank slightly, and quickly let go of his arm and turned around, just in time to see the jaw of the night terror, and hurriedly retreated half a step:

"You······ How did you wake up? I'm keeping a sentry here······"

His eyes were obviously a little dodgy when he spoke, and he subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to block the neckline.

Seeing this, Night Terror Hall shook his head secretly in his heart. Last night, Aunt Fan helped push the watermelon, which was fine at first, but after pushing to a certain critical point, because she had not experienced it, she was stunned at the time, and she could only close her eyes tightly and tilt her head.

Night Terror couldn't close her eyes anymore at that time, and seeing that Miss Fan didn't dare to move, she took the initiative to bend her waist a few times, and then soiled her chest and neck, and finally asked the girl to wipe it herself.

Looking back at this time, Night Terror Hall was still embarrassed, seeing that her eyes were dodgy, and she also took care of her emotions, she didn't open her mouth and talked nonsense, turned around and said:

"I just woke up, did I have anything to eat? I feel so hungry. ”

Fan Qinghe saw that the night terror hall looked as usual, and did not mention the embarrassing experience last night, so he relaxed a little, took the first step, came to the room where Dongfang was resting, picked up a food box lightly, and walked out again:

"This is the chicken soup you just cooked, it's still hot, you can eat it quickly."

Night Terror Hall glanced at the door, and saw that Ben Ben was still resting, so he didn't bother, and after a little washing, he came to the next room, sat down on the table, and opened the food box, which saw that there was a bowl of soup, a plate of sauce beef, and two big white steamed buns.

Night Terror Hall played all night in Tianlang Lake, came back and slept until now without eating, and was pushed by Aunt Fan once halfway, really hungry, didn't say much at the moment, picked up the chicken soup and drank it, and then picked up the white flour steamed buns.

Fan Qinghe sat down next to him, helped Night Terror Hall set up the dishes, picked up a chopstick of beef, and put it into the small plate where the birds were eating.

Night Terror couldn't find a very suitable topic when he said it, and felt embarrassed to be silent, so he looked at the big steamed bun in his hand and asked casually:

"This steamed bun is really big, where did you buy it?" The steamed bun is really big······

Fan Qinghe was already more sensitive, and when he heard this, he looked at the two big white and round steamed buns, and then looked at the night terror hall with a look like usual, his cheeks slowly turned red for some reason, and then raised his hand and hammered it on the shoulder of the night terror:

"What do you mean? Last night, I saw that you fainted, and I was afraid that my body would be suffocated, and the queen would not be able to help, so I had to ······"

The night terror hall was beaten, and his heart was quite innocent, so he picked up the steamed bun and took a big bite:

"I just think it's enough, so I asked casually, this steamed bun is less than half the size of yours, how can it be associated with it······ Hiss! ”

When Fan Qinghe heard the last sentence, his suspicious eyes suddenly turned into annoyance, and he raised his hand to twist the waist of the Night Terror Hall:

"You······ Are you still talking nonsense? I'm a bully, right? Do you believe it or not, I'll go back to Winter Styx now? ”

Night Terror Hall raised his hand slightly: "Okay, even if I don't hold my mouth shut, let's not mention this, let's get down to business." ”

Fan Qinghe felt that the Night Terror Hall was treating her as a little daughter-in-law, but she couldn't do anything about the Night Terror Hall, and after staring at it for a while, she still let go of her hand, sat down on the other side of the table, and talked about business:

"Yesterday, I discussed with King Jing, and I am going to refine a Tianlang Pearl, so that you can use it to increase your skills······"

After listening to Fan Qinghe's narration, Night Terror Hall also thought about it in his heart.

He knows his strength very well, and after the tempering of Yuxu Mountain, his martial arts attainments are in place, but his skills are indeed half a step behind, and there is a gap between him and the martial saint of the Eight Classics.

It's not that he can't fight against the strong, but there are still two people who need shelter, Ben Ben and Qing He, if they can go further, the risk will naturally be much smaller.

But if you get the snow lake flowers, go to stud to be small and big, and there must still be risks.

It's good that he really refined the Tianlang Pearl, even if he didn't grab the Snow Lake Flower, he also fell into a martial saint physique, and he didn't make any money or lose money.

And if the two boxes of snow lake flowers were smashed down, not a single Tianlang pearl was smashed, and he couldn't even bring Zuo Xianwang to the pot, then this trip would be a bamboo basket to draw water.

Night Terror thought for a moment and asked:

"How sure is Miss Fan refining the Heavenly Lang Pearl?" Fan Qinghe mentioned alchemy, and his confidence came up at that time:

"Although there is no situation where refining medicine is absolutely not frying, after I got the recipe, I have been researching it for almost a year, and I have a great grasp of the finished medicine, not to mention frying two furnaces, even if I lose one, I will ······ Hmmm..."

Night Terror felt that Miss Fan wanted to say, 'Even if you blow up the furnace, you will help him treat him again', although this bet is quite tempting, he still said softly:

"The industry of refining medicine burns more money than casters, just a snow lake scattered, it almost burned King Wu poor, how can it be so easy.

"Don't push yourself too hard, just treat it with a normal heart, anyway, the medicinal materials we snatched from the two of us, even if the two furnaces are all fried, we have nothing to lose, you have also increased your experience, the snow lake flowers are gone, it's a big deal to grab it again."

The reason why I say this is because Night Terror Hall is not ignorant.

For example, to build weapons in a place like Xiaoshan Fort, it is normal to hand over two into one, that is, you have to give the swordsmith two materials, one for the loss, so that the swordsmith will take the order, and if only one material is given, no one in the world dares to guarantee that it will be 100% complete.

And the aspects involved in refining medicine are many times more than casting weapons, and the heat ratio and so on have to be accumulated in experience, such as Tianlangzhu, a big man, just started to learn to refining, and it is too normal to refine several furnaces in a row, and it is too normal to require Fan Qinghe to establish a military order to succeed, doesn't this bully the honest girl.

Fan Qinghe is indeed confident, but he also knows the difficulty, seeing that the night terror hall is not distressed by the medicinal materials at all, and he also comforts her, he is inevitably a little moved in his heart.

After all, no matter how rich and courageous the husband is, the daughter-in-law of the spoiled family will not dare to be so spoiled, if she really wastes the snow lake flowers, she is afraid that she will not be embarrassed to say anything to the night terror hall in her life, so that she has to agree to do anything without regrets······

Fan Qinghe didn't know what he was thinking, and after being silent for a while, he didn't say anything that hurt morale, but said:

"There are recipes and medicinal materials, if I can still fry two furnaces, I won't be worthy of mixing in this industry in the future, you can rest assured."

"Hehe·····."

Night Terror shook his head and chuckled, picked up a piece of chopsticks sauce beef, and handed it to Fan Qinghe's mouth:

"This sauce beef tastes good, you can taste it." “......”

Although Fan Qinghe felt that the behavior of Night Terror Hall was a little floating, but he had just been spoiled, and he drew a clear line, and he really couldn't pull his face, so he still lightly opened his red lips, caught the beef slices, and chewed slowly.

Seeing this, Night Terror Hall was satisfied, and continued to eat with the dry rice bird······

In the blink of an eye, the sun sets.

After eating in the Night Terror Hall, he changed into the clothes of the rivers and lakes, and together with the two girls, he came to the northwest royal capital located on the west bank of Tianlang Lake.

Dongfang Liren only changed shifts with Fan Qinghe at noon, he was just woken up, he didn't sleep enough and his spirit was not very good, and he was still leaning on the arms of the night terror hall to make up for sleep at this time.

Fan Qinghe sat behind his back like yesterday, grabbing the belt of Dongfang Liren with both hands; Yesterday it was Dongfang who was pointed at a gun and was unwilling to lean back, but today the situation has obviously reversed, and she is embarrassed to stick forward.

But the saddle is so big, no matter how cramped Fan Qinghe is, it is impossible to run with him, and at the moment he still suppresses the distractions in his heart, sticks the ball on his broad back, and rubs and rubs as the horse bumpers, recalling some things that are not easy to describe in his mind······

After eating and drinking enough, although the body did not fully recover, there was no big difference in his expression, and he was hit by the abdomen and back on the way, and basically his attention was always on Qinghe's tuan'er and his stupid little waist.

When the horse came to the outside of the majestic city on the shore of Tianlang Lake, the Night Terror Hall swept away the distractions and looked at the flags fluttering on the city's head:

"I didn't expect there to be such a big city in the wasteland, it doesn't look smaller than Yun'an."

Fan Qinghe patronized his thoughts, and didn't say anything on the way, only then did he look at the former royal capital of the Northwest Royal Court:

"This is modeled after the ancient city of Langxuan, not as big as Yun'an, but in the whole world, it is also the third largest city. Listening to the old people in the clan, when the king of Tianlang first founded the country, eight or nine hundred thousand people lived here, and the middle and high-level people of various departments in the West Sea basically moved here, but unfortunately after the war, everyone returned to their hometowns, and now most of the people living in it are from Beiliang. ”

Dongfang Liren also woke up after the horses stopped, and raised his eyes to look at it slightly:

"This city is quite magnificent, but it is a little sparsely populated, but it's a pity······ Fat concubine, this is your hometown, how do you feel? ”

"Tss

The birds are very active after waking up, and at this time they fly in the air and look into the city to see if there are any roasted humps with northwest characteristics. Hearing Dongfang's words, the bird was suddenly displeased, landed on his shoulder, and flapped his wings a few times. Bang Bang Bang ~

Night Terror Hall didn't grow up here, so he naturally laughed at what his hometown said, and he turned over and dismounted two or three miles away from the city wall, looking for an opportunity to enter the city.

The Xihai Protectorate was under martial law, and the common people and merchants were only allowed to enter and not leave, and the inventory was extremely strict, but the gatekeeper was a soldier after all, not King Zuo Xian himself.

The Night Terror Hall and Dongfang Liren found a secluded place, and took advantage of the time between the guards of the city wall to patrol, and easily entered the city.

Fan Qinghe wore a red and yellow gauze skirt, rode a charcoal red horse, and entered the city directly with the cards of the Winter Hades Department.

Although the charcoal red horse is very eye-catching, there are a lot of famous horses in the Wuma Department, and they didn't carry anything immediately, and the Winter Hades Department is one of the four major departments of the West Sea, and it is considered a vassal of the Northern Liang Dynasty, and the soldiers of the city gate guards naturally don't dare to interrogate seriously.

After entering the city, the three of them met on the street and walked towards the east city together.

The Night Terror Hall led the horse, turned his head to look at the palace at the end of his vision, and asked:

"King Zuo Xian lives over there?"

Dongfang is deeply involved in the enemy's belly, and it is inevitable that he is a little nervous in his heart, but his boyfriend is in front of him, and his demeanor is still maintained very well, and he responded:

"King Zuo Xian is a vassal king, where would he trespass without permission and live in the palace of the northwest royal court, and the palace should be near there. Where are we going? ”

Fan Qinghe walked in front to lead the way and responded:

"Go to Xiaonan Street, there is a bit of industry in the Winter Hades there, the medicine furnace is ready-made, collect the required medicinal materials tonight, no accident, you will be able to refine the medicine the day after tomorrow...

When the bird arrived in a new place, the first thing he did was to find a restaurant, and at this time he squatted on Fan Qinghe's shoulder and looked around.

Fan Qinghe naturally understood the meaning of the bird, and turned his head and said:

"Where is there a food street, not only roasted camels, but also big fish that are special products of Tianlang Lake, the largest can be more than one person high, roasted over a large fire, and then sprinkled with green onions, ginger and garlic..." Ji! ”

The bird listened intently.

Night Terror knew that Bird Bird must be impatient to eat fish, but just finished eating, and now he ran to the restaurant.

Obviously not suitable, I can only wait until the evening.

The three of them and one bird walked forward in this way, and soon came to Xiaonan Street, which was located between the markets.

The sky is not completely dark, there are a lot of people in the market, you can see ginseng and tiger bones and other medicinal materials everywhere on the roadside, the price is really much cheaper than that of Yun'an, and the night terrors who see it want to buy a few and go back to drink wine.

The Winter Underworld and the Xuanhao Department are both famous for medicinal materials, and the territory here is quite large, and the patriarch of the Winter Underworld is in charge.

Fan Qinghe, as the patriarch, although he does not stay at home all the year round, his prestige is obviously still there, and after entering the big pharmacy, two people soon greeted him, one of the old men, the night terror hall also met once at the banquet in Langxuan City.

Because of the sensitive identity now, for the sake of safety, Night Terror Hall and Dongfang Liren did not show their heads, and waited until Fan Qinghe negotiated and arranged a place to live, and then came to the courtyard behind the medicine shop to settle down.

The Night Terror Hall put down the horses and weapons in the wide courtyard, and Fan Qinghe took him to the room on the west side with some impatience.

The room can be understood as the 'Dan room', with a stove in the middle, and utensils such as medicine jars and grinders around it, which are very complete.

After Fan Qinghe entered the room with a basket of medicinal herbs, he was familiar with the introduction:

"I have dispensed medicine here before, the utensils are ready-made, most of the medicinal materials are also available, the only few things that are missing, at most half an hour can be found in the market, and the construction will start later······"

As he spoke, Fan Qinghe took out various medicinal materials from the basket and began to grind and prepare.

Because it is not clear when the next engagement will be, the time is indeed short.

The Night Terror Hall was not idle, and volunteered to follow Qinghe's guidance and began to light a fire to heat the stove.

Dongfang Liren is in a high position all the year round, although he has been in contact with a lot of divine doctors, but he has never been in contact with medicine refining, especially the witch of Western Xinjiang refining medicine and raising Gu, and there is also a mysterious color, at this time, he is naturally quite interested, and he is next to Fan Qinghe to help make medicine or something.

And the bird bird was as gluttonous as ever, squatting next to him and looking at it, sometimes "chirping~", asking if this could take a bite.

The three of them were so busy for a while, and the sky gradually darkened, and they watched the night terror of the fire boy in the medicine stove, and suddenly turned their eyes to look outside.

Fan Qinghe was carefully handling the strange poison 'burning bone hemp', and when he saw this scene, he also looked at the afterglow of the lights outside, and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Night Terror Hall blinked his eyes and got up and came to the door, listening carefully, he could hear a conversation in the hall of the medicine shop in front of him:

"Ten boxes of frost, plus some medicinal herbs, the old ginseng of the Winter Underworld, is there any year here?

"In our Winter Hades Department, there is no old ginseng with insufficient years, how many years does the girl need?"

"Sixty years is enough, and you have to be in good condition·····."

Dongfang Liren put down the medicine pestle, came to him, used the listening wind palm to learn, listened for a moment, and frowned slightly:

"This voice is a little familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere...

Night Terror Hall shook his head and smiled: "It's Hua Qingzhi's maid Green Pearl, Your Highness has seen it in Longyin Tower before, and it is the scholarly maid who pushes a wheelchair in the back." ”

As soon as Dongfang Liren heard this, he immediately remembered it.

Because I saw it in Tianlang Lake yesterday, Hua Qingzhi is in the city, and it is not strange for Dongfang to leave people, but it is a little unexpected to meet here. She looked back:

"Miss Fan, is there a property in Wanbaolou around here?

Every time Fan Qinghe goes to Hudong Road, this is a must-pass place, and he is very familiar with the surroundings.

"The gold and silver street in front is full of jewelry business, and there is a shop in Wanbaolou, what's the matter? Someone you know? ”

"I do have an acquaintance."

Dongfang Liren turned his eyes to the Night Terror Hall: "Want to go and see?" ”

Night Terror shook his head, and returned to the stove to continue watching the fire:

"This is not Yun'an, what should I do if I go over there and leak the news, let's get down to business first."

Dongfang Liren wanted to meet Hua Qingzhi, but she definitely didn't dare to run around alone, so after thinking about it, she closed the door and continued to toss the medicinal herbs······