Hundreds of elixirs, hundreds of kinds of spiritual grasses, with the spiritual spring as the line, arranged neatly, some look gentle and elegant, some thick and majestic, the branches and flowers dance in the breeze, as if the blue lake is flooded with layers of colorful ripples.

Looking at the thriving scene in front of him, Luo Qingyin thought for a moment that he had gone to the wrong place.

When did the Three Saints and Three Demons become so prosperous?

Luo Qingyin looked at the ink monkey in astonishment, and said in surprise: "You did all this?" ”

Some time ago, the snow ginseng doll was not around, she was worried that it would go out and cause trouble, so she put it in Dingzhong to play for two months, she never thought that it would play with such gratifying results.

It was a bonus.

"Of course! Ninety-nine percent is the work of the master, and the remaining one percent is made by the bald dog. The Ink Monkey lifted his chin proudly and pointed to the most messy edge of the edge, "Now, that's it, it's clumsy and can't do anything." ”

Tut!

Luo Qingyin hooked the corners of his lips and said approvingly: "I really didn't expect that you still have the ability to farm." ”

The ink monkey rolled his eyes, jumped into the medicine field, pulled out a spirit grass and put it in his mouth to chew, ate the spirit juice overflowing, and said disdainfully: "If it weren't for the spirit grass, the master wouldn't have cultivated the medicine field." ”

After thinking about it, it felt that it had lost, raised its claws towards Luo Qingyin, and said confidently: "Reward, reward, also reward, squeak!" ”

Luo Qingyin was in a good mood, and the corners of her lips raised a smile like a peach blossom in March: "You say, what do you want?" ”

The ink monkey scratched his furry little face: "Soul Cleansing Pill, I haven't eaten it for a long time." ”

Luo Qingyin flipped through the ring, no!

The last time I refined the Soul Clearing Pill was half a year ago, and it had already been eaten by the ink monkey.

Luo Qingyin was a little embarrassed by it, and coughed dryly: "I'll refine it for you." ”

The ink monkey immediately understood what was going on, squinted his eyes, and said with a look of disdain: "Can you practice now?" ”

My arm hurts, and I really can't practice it.

"Is it okay to do anything else?" Luo Qingyin flipped through the ring again, "I'll see if there is." ”

The ink monkey crossed his feet and said, "Refining Strength Pill." ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

The Refining Strength Pill had already been eaten up by the Rui Ming Army, and there was no new Refining Strength White and Blue Fruit, so it was impossible to have it.

The ink monkey sneered: "You tell the master, what elixir do you have?" ”

Taking out all the pills in the ring, Luo Qingyin looked at the scattered bottles and jars, and was speechless for a while.

The elixir given by the national teacher was sold out during the final exam in the Trial Valley.

The Ju Xuan Dan, Hui Xuan Dan, Rejuvenation San, Detoxification Pill, etc., which she refined herself, were also sold out.

The Soul Cleansing Pill was eaten up on the way to the Valley of Trials.

Guben Pei Yuandan was eaten up in the final exam.

The remaining bottles and jars in front of him were all discarded pills.

She couldn't even take out a single pill.

The ink monkey jumped on her shoulder, pulled her hair vigorously with his paws, scratched her face, and said angrily: "Ye will take care of the medicine field for you, and Ye will make monkey wine for you, what about you?" You've been cut off from your father's food for four whole months! You say, "Do you deserve death to apologize?" ”

Luo Qingyin realized that he had lost it, and said apologetically: "When my hands are ready, I will refine a hundred furnaces of Soul Clearing Pill for you." ”

The ink monkey glanced at her disdainfully, and said word by word: "Master! No! Rare! Rare! ”

Luo Qingyin stroked his forehead helplessly, and sighed: "Then what do you want?" ”

The ink monkey dug it out in his stomach, took out a scroll, looked at it, pouted and said, "Yi Rong Dan is coming to the ten furnaces, now." ”

Mao Dun Literature