When I returned to the wooden house and went up to the third attic, I found that Qingfengzi was still standing in the same place.

If his eyes could kill, he would surely be able to shoot a hundred thousand sharp swords from his pupils and pierce me through my chest.

Sun Mingjin laughed and said, "Big brother, do you see Qingfengzi's old thing's face, it looks like a donkey, and the color is like an old bitter melon."

I said in a calm voice, "Let's offend Qingfengzi to death today, and we must take extra precautions in the future."

"You two take turns keeping vigil, and if there's any crisis, notify me immediately."

"Understood!" Sun Mingjin said solemnly.

I continued, "Murphy, go and pour out our storage rings and send me all the herbs."

"Before going to the tomb, I have to refine a batch of pills in case I need them."

Murphy still had the elixir on his face, "Hidden Dragon, how did you solve the miasma matter?"

I glanced at the woman in Tsing Yi standing next to me and said calmly, "It's okay, no one should mention this matter in the future."

Dangdang——

The hanging bell in the center of the house rang with a crisp ringing bell.

I pushed the door to the balcony and saw that behind Qing Fengzi, followed by four women who were also wearing white robes, who should be under his door, standing outside the boundary of the formation.

Could it be that this guy can't hold his breath?.

Just when I was vigilant in my heart, Qingfengzi clenched his fists and said loudly, "Please Mr. Zhu come out and talk about it!"

I glanced at Murphy and Sun Mingjin, and the three of them jumped and stood ten meters away from Qingfengzi.

What I didn't expect was that Qingfengzi, who was almost angry just now, had a smile like a spring breeze on his face at this moment.

"This is the famous Mr. Zhu, why don't you see him?"

The four women behind them, Lian Bu moved slightly, bowed and said, "See Mr. Zhu."

The four women, only the cultivation of the immortal Taoist, and their strength is also extraordinarily vain, and they belong to pure flowers.

I can see through it at a glance, under the white robes of the four of them, wearing a looming gauze robe, it is obvious that they want to beautify people.

I didn't pay attention to the four women, and said expressionlessly, "Qingfengzi, you have something to say, I don't have time to ink the women."

Qing Fengzi's face was a little ugly, but he still made a respectful appearance, "Mr. Zhu, you obtained the treasure from the tomb of Marquis Zhuge Wu, and everyone is also very greedy."

"Where did you find a treasure that you can share with us?"

Without waiting for me to answer, Qingfengzi said as if threatening, "If you don't want to share, even if I agree, I'm afraid that thousands of monks in the valley won't agree......

The place where the tomb of Zhuge Wuhou appeared, there are evil miasma and demons everywhere.

Since Qingfengzi is willing to die, I will never stop it.

Before he could finish speaking, I interrupted and said, "From here, go fifty kilometers to the southeast, and you can sense a mountainous area where the spiritual power is particularly restless."

"My seven-star life-sustaining lamp was picked up by chance in it, and I ran for my life in a panic because I ran into the evil spirit."

"You who are not afraid of death, just go."

I answered too briskly, which made Qingfengzi feel unreal.

He said incredulously, "Really?"

"Lie to you that you're a grandson."

Qingfengzi tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhu is so generous, I don't express it, I don't want to go."

"The four beauties of Meilan Zhuju are all carefully selected disciples by me, please Mr. Zhu smile."

I glanced at the four girls indifferently, "Vulgar powder, unbearable!"

The faces of the four women were filled with anger in their resentment.

I didn't bother to talk nonsense with this group of people, and went back upstairs again to prepare for the alchemy.

If it weren't what I expected, by the time the morning came, there would be less than two-thirds of the people left in the valley.

Back on the third floor, Sun Mingjin was protecting the Dharma outside the door.

Seeing him sitting cross-legged through the door made my heart settle down a lot.

Qingyang Ding sacrificed, the flame sprayed from the palm of the hand, poured into the fire hole, and burned slowly in the furnace.

Under my guidance, the medicinal herbs piled up into the small mountains were poured into the furnace and calcined into the most quintessential medicinal liquid.

I have to be well prepared for this grave visit!

As long as a person still has a breath, all kinds of pills are poured into his abdomen, and he can be alive again!