Chapter 242: Danfang (3)

The ink monkey pawed towards Luo Qingyin's face, Luo Qingyin stretched out his hand to block, the ink monkey's paw was crooked, and the ink on it was all pasted on the face of the snow ginseng doll sitting next to him.

The white, chubby, pink and tender little doll immediately became a little black baby.

The snow ginseng doll was furious and beat the black monkey all over the room and jumped up and down.

The green tendons on Luo Qingyin's forehead jumped, and he threatened: "Do you still want monkey wine?" ”

The snow ginseng doll immediately gave up chasing the ink monkey, ran back to Luo Qingyin's side, and rubbed her arm with a white chubby hand: "Monkey wine...... Wine. ”

The ink monkey finally got rid of the clutches of the snow ginseng doll and immediately wanted to slip away.

Luo Qingyin stared at it and sneered: "If you go out, you won't even want to eat the pills in the future." ”

The ink monkey's body froze, and he jumped back to Luo Qingyin's side in resignation.

One ginseng and one monkey finally truce, and began to toss Danfang again.

With directions, this time they were much faster, and they quickly wrote a simple and easy Danfang.

Luo Qingyin picked up the Dan Fang and read it carefully, and a smile curled up at the corner of his lips: "Prepare, alchemy." ”

Taking out the Dan furnace, Luo Qingyin directly started to warm the furnace, and the water and fire attribute Xuan Qi was injected into the furnace at the same time, and every required spiritual grass was inserted, and the action was like flowing water, gorgeous and reckless.

The ink monkey stopped making a fuss, his smart eyes opened wide, and he let out a cry of approval: "Squeak! ”

Sure enough, after getting the complete inheritance of Su Hongyi, Luo Qingyin's whole person was different.

Not only is the alchemy technique more skillful, there is a layer of lessness, but it can also enter a state of distraction in an instant.

It's amazing that it recognizes this owner!

The snow ginseng doll also paused.

My sister is so powerful, my sister is so powerful......

Burst!

There was a sudden sound in the Dan furnace, and a strong smell of burnt paste gushed out with the black smoke, Luo Qing took a few steps back, and used Xuan Qi to build an invisible wall in front of the ink monkey and the snow ginseng doll.

The next second, boom!

There was a loud explosion in the Dan furnace, Luo Qingyin grabbed the ink monkey with one hand, picked up the snow ginseng doll with the other hand and came out of the window through the black smoke, practicing "Seventy-two Second-Two" in the courtyard Concubine Ming was dumbfounded.

What happened?

Throwing down the ink monkey, Luo Qingyin covered his mouth, coughed violently, and his face was stained with thick smoke like black charcoal, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"Uh......?" The ink monkey stretched out his paw and pointed at her, and then rolled on the ground with laughter, "Hahahahaha, squeaky squeak......"

It was almost fooled by her.

It's all because her expression is determined, and her expression is too clear, giving the monkey a feeling that she has a successful chest, as if she will definitely succeed the first time.

Actually, she doesn't know anything about Wen Yangdan!

Snow ginseng doll pointed at her face with a chubby finger: "Dirty." He pointed to his face again, "It's dirty too." Sister, let's go wash the white. ”

"You go first, good." Luo Qingyin touched its head with a fairly clean hand, waited for the smoke to clear, returned to the hall, took a new Dan furnace from the Three Saints and Three Demon Dings, and continued to work hard.

It turns out that even ordinary Wenyang Dan is not so easy to refine.

For most of the next half of the day, a loud noise could be heard from time to time, if it weren't for the ink monkey and the snow ginseng doll to eliminate the fierce medicinal spirit grass, I am afraid that even the Pillow Xia Hall would have to be razed to the ground.

The snow ginseng doll didn't know how many pieces of ice she had taken from the kite's hand, and when the spirit grass was finally successfully fused, it was already the west of the moon, and the bright light sprinkled on her body through the window lattice, which was extraordinary, as if the fairy Chang'e was unattainable.

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