Two months have passed, Murong Xu has completely adapted to his current body, standing at the door, looking at the scenery in the courtyard lightly, finally spring, the game and mushrooms in Zijie have been consumed, and if he doesn't go out, he will run out of food completely.

"Murong Su, if you don't die, go to the front yard to report, and participate in the last clan meeting test in five days." A rude and impatient voice suddenly sounded outside the courtyard, instantly pulling Murong Su, who had fallen into a fugue, back.

"Bad luck, it's best to just die, hmph, I really don't know what the master thinks, and even let this wild species continue to test, don't you know that she is a waste?" The man muttered and walked away, and he didn't even bother to come in at the courtyard gate, the words had already been brought, and it was her question whether Murong Su heard it or not.

Murong Sufeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed across his black eyes, will the clan test it?

Oh, that's where it starts, she's looking forward to it.

On the streets of Fengcheng, people come and go, the river flows endlessly, the vendors are endless, and the shops and tea shops are lined up, which is a prosperous scene.

Murong Su has high black hair, wears a light-colored robe, and has a delicate and delicate face, looking like a little boy, but it is a pity that the clothes on his body are too shabby, although winter goes to spring, this robe is too thin to wear, and the style and color are also very old.

Walking through the streets, Murong Su went straight to the pharmacy, intending to exchange some of the medicinal liquids she had refined for gold coins, and then go to buy some necessary supplies.

As soon as he entered the pharmacy, the guy who helped inside cast a surprised look, and the white-bearded old man behind the counter lowered his glasses slightly, and continued to do the work in his hand.

"Little brother, what do you want?" The shopkeeper looked at the eye-catching little guy in front of him suspiciously, and asked habitually.

"Find your shopkeeper and sell something." Murong Xu went straight to the counter, the white-bearded old man was surprised in his heart, stopped what he was doing and couldn't help but look at the little boy.

"Washing the marrow, I don't know if the shopkeeper dares to be interested?" Murong Su got straight to the point, and directly took out a jar of marrow washing liquid from the purple ring space and put it on the counter.

As soon as he saw this rough crockpot, the corner of the shopkeeper's mouth twitched, and a row of black lines slipped on his forehead, thinking that this little ghost was mischievous.

"Anyway, it's all taken out, the shopkeeper might as well uncover it." Seeing that he looked impatient and ready to refuse, Murong Su said funny, his clear pupils covered with a look of confidence.

"You little doll, huh?" The old man was just about to reproach the little broken child for disturbing the trouble, when he suddenly smelled the fragrance wafting from the crockpot, and the compelling aura rushed towards him, and the smell was shocking, and the impatience on his face was replaced by shock.

"What's, what is this?" The old man's beard trembled, his eyes were shining, and he stared at the crockpot with excitement, no longer showing the slightest contempt, but a strong curiosity and question.

"Washing the marrow, washing the muscles and refining the marrow, is specially aimed at the realm below the realm, that is, the entry stage, after taking it, it can improve the body, speed up the progress of cultivation, and even improve the potential talent."

is between such a large crockpot, so Murong Su deliberately diluted it and added a lot of water to it, so that the effect was greatly reduced, and even so, it was still not to be underestimated.

In her previous life, she was obsessed with alchemy and alchemy, studying medical science, and even abandoning the strength that everyone was pursuing, in this life, she not only had to pursue the way of heavenly medicine, but also would not waste the cultivation of realm power, because only by living, only by becoming stronger, can she have the ability to take revenge.