When the senior sister opened it, she saw that it was all top-grade jade fat Tianze incense.

"That's enough." She picked a piece and a half and returned the cloth bag to Qingyan.

The senior sister went to concoct the antidote to Yi Junzi, and Qingyan was guarding on the side.

The wind remained in place.

Qingyan could feel his resentful gaze, but he didn't know how to deal with his emotions for a while, so he simply didn't know.

Lan Shen saw that the two were angry with each other, and wanted to persuade each other, but felt that they didn't seem to want to talk to anyone, so they could only put it aside for the time being.

Oral jade fat Tianze incense needs to be ground into powder, boiled into pulp over hot fire, green smoke can control fire, and there is a Huangquan kettle.

After the senior sister mixed the various flavored medicines, she naturally took over and began to boil.

Boiling medicine is a very rigorous thing, and the heat and time are very particular, so you need to be focused.

Coupled with the fact that there were a pair of eyes staring at him all the time, Qingyan forced himself to focus on the Huangquan Cauldron.

It lasted two whole hours.

If it weren't for the darkness of the sky and the gradual enveloping of the night, which obscured his sharp gaze, Qingyan would have surrendered.

Time is chaotic in Lao Zucong.

As soon as the sun turned, it became dark.

The night is as cool as water, the white dew begins to take shape, and the day and night are equally divided, and then it condenses into frost.

The soup was boiled, and the senior sister wanted to come to serve the jade cauldron, but Qingyan was worried that her hands would burn, so she blocked her and served it directly to Yijunzi.

"There is Elder Lao Qingyan."

Yi Junzi took it and looked at Qingyan gratefully.

He had a lot to say, in addition to gratitude, he was also moved, because of her kindness, she personally boiled medicine for herself.

As a female elder of Wuxian Academy, she disregarded the eyes of outsiders and was so kind to him, a male disciple of the Qin Painting Academy, how could her mind not be touched.

But what he wanted to say was not suitable for outsiders to hear, so he stopped talking and looked affectionate.

I want to vomit from the wind.

But the little woman's reaction was even more infuriating.

Now from the wind, not only do you want to vomit, but a mouthful of old blood is about to spurt out.

Qingyan smiled back at Yi Junzi's gaze.

However, she didn't have the slightest idea in her head, just waiting for him to finish drinking it so that she could take back her jade cauldron.

In the end, the senior sister couldn't stand it, so she asked Qingyan and Congfeng to talk.

From the wind, make everyone uncomfortable.

Qingyan was just holding the master's shelf at first, trying to figure out the ins and outs of the matter and give Qin Hua an explanation.

Seeing that Congfeng was pitiful, his heart was already biased towards him.

Confess a fart, Yi Junzi is such a big person, is it possible that they need to protect him at all times?

Her person is hurt, and she hasn't found anyone to explain to her!

It's just that this kid has a bigger temper than himself, and the master ignores her questions, so how can she justify herself in front of others.

Qingyan was already soft-hearted, and when the senior sister spoke, she also went down the steps and called people aside.

She just wanted to find a place to talk, and after a few steps, she stopped.

Who knew that Congfeng didn't seem to like that place, so he walked directly in front of her and continued to walk forward.

Qingyan didn't think too much about it, and subconsciously followed behind.

After walking for some time, the two of them reached the stream, and then he turned around and said, "It's dark."

Who doesn't know it's dark.

Now Ken is talking to me?

Qingyan rolled her eyes and looked up at the sky, the stars were three by two, without a trace of beauty.

Seeing that she ignored her, Congfeng frowned unhappily.

"Master likes Mr. Yi?" Condemnation.

Qingyan wanted to pay tribute to him for pretending to be deaf and dumb before, but he didn't expect such a sentence to come suddenly.

"Which eye do you see that I like Mr. Yi?"

Qingyan was a little weak-hearted, he wouldn't have heard what he and Mi'er said.

When you think about it, what if you hear it.

Who she likes, who she likes, and what does it have to do with him.

Master's preference, is it something that he, as a disciple, should ask? I don't know how to cultivate on weekdays, and I'm thinking about something!

"Master thinks he has cultivated to a high level." From the wind to the Japanese exam.

Qingyan was the first to cast a peach fruit for Yi Junzi, and his eyes made no secret of his admiration for him.

"Am I the only one who thinks so?" Isn't that a recognized thing? Qingyan raised an eyebrow.

"Master always smiled at him." But he always stares at himself.

Although she is beautiful even with her eyes, it is different.

Qingyan kicked him twice, a little annoyed.

"Could it be that I keep crying to you?"

This kid has no conscience, can't she see who she is good to.

Qingyan was also angry with him, and there was a burst of punches and kicks in the anger.

Bear silently from the wind, with a lowered brow.

I don't know where the fist hit, and when she heard a muffled snort, Qingyan put down her hand in distress and threw out the soft couch.

"Kneel for me an hour on the couch and meditate on myself." With that, she turned and left.

Back to Lan Shen's side, she put the ghost cutting bamboo on the ground, put the night pearl, and quietly accompanied the senior sister to read.

Seeing the person who followed the wind, Lan Shen looked at Qingyan with a worried expression.

"He has the ability to be angry with me, what are you worried about him doing?" Qingyan said angrily.

As soon as he turned his head, Senior Sister and Yi Junzi also looked at themselves.

Seeing that Yi Junzi was still a little weak, Qingyan seemed to be giving him an explanation, "I let him kneel and think about it." ”

Yi Junzi moved his mouth, trying to explain something, but in the end he didn't speak.

Since she didn't ask, maybe Congfeng had already said it.

Thinking that he would soon enter the Tranquility Realm, Qing Yan beckoned to Lan Shen, holding his wrist and perceiving it carefully.

"I'm almost recovered, and I'll rest for five more days when I go back."

Lan Shen was too diligent in his cultivation, and Qingyan always wanted to let him rest more.

A little prince, there is no need to force yourself so tightly.

If you don't enjoy the glory and wealth, wouldn't it be a waste of a good background.

Lan Shen nodded, although he really wanted to continue to follow Qingyan, he also knew in his heart that he would definitely not be able to pass the abyss of Su Shang with his cultivation.

Qingyan patted the clean stone beside him and asked him to sit down.

"We have been in Lao Zucong for a long time, and I think the peach fruit is ripe."

At the mention of Tao Taoguo, Yi Junzi glanced at her.

"When you go out, go and pick up the four largest fruits every day, and eat them separately from the cold, remembering that you pick up the ground, not the trees."

The fruit is ripe and falling, and only when it is fully ripe, the effect is the greatest.

The fruit picked up from the ground is not easy for others to say.

The senior sister smiled, her eyes were still on the book, but her mind was no longer where to fly.

The peach fruit is not a rare tree, and it is even so annoying that even ordinary people can't look at it.

But only the one in the Qin Painting Academy, which grows in the place of the earth spirit, bathed in a hundred years of wind, frost, snow and rain, is not an ordinary peach.

"Didn't Master say that the peach fruit is aphrodisiac?" He doesn't need that right now.

Seeing Lan Shen's face resisting, Qingyan did not hide it.

"That's just one of the effects, the peach fruit nourishes the liver and the marrow, nourishes the marrow and honors the brain, and it is not hungry for a long time, not old, and the body is light and strong."

Lan Shen didn't expect that this ordinary fruit would not only replenish the brain but also prolong life.

Even Yi Junzi didn't expect it.

When he entered the academy, the tree grew in front of the main hall.

Every year, a tree of red fruit grows, but no one stops.

Everyone is busy cultivating and living their lives, and who is in the mood to look up and appreciate it, to ponder what the fruit will do?

The only thing that has an impact is probably that the uncle who sprinkled the sweep disliked the fruit and fell to the ground, causing him to be tired.

As soon as he was tired and didn't work when he went back, the mother-in-law who cooked the rice was in a bad mood, and the taste of the food in the East Kitchen the next day was a little unsatisfactory.

Listening to Qingyan's words silently, Xinghuo thought of the medical books he had read.

"The peach fruit does have this function, but if you want to see results, unless you eat 180 catties a day."

How is it possible for one person to eat so much.