Chapter Seventy-Eight: Pickilla

Here, Yu Fei's predecessor had already refined the medicinal liquid, and the pot exuded bursts of medicinal fragrance.

Qing Min smelled the fragrance of the medicine and wanted to distinguish the herbal ingredients in it, but after analyzing and analyzing, she felt that none of the ingredients she knew could be refined into medicine, Qing Min was very puzzled, but in the face of Yu Feibai's senior, who only regarded himself as a miscellaneous person, he didn't dare to ask.

Yu Feibai put the refined liquid medicine into a small porcelain bottle, and the finished liquid medicine was only a small drop of green oil.

After Yu Feibai's predecessor put the refined medicinal liquid in a small porcelain bottle, he said to Qing Min: "Today, with your help, the speed is much faster, today's medicine refining is complete, you can go back to practice after you classify and sort out the herbs." ”

Qing Min nodded, "Okay, but where am I going to go back to meditate and cultivate at night?" ”

Senior Yu Feibai thought for a while, "You can find a random tree, and you will meditate on it for one night, rest assured that the spirit beasts here will not eat you, but don't go too far." Then he went out.

Qing Min was stunned when she heard that he let him find a random tree to meditate on for a night, she had never endured this kind of treatment in the Dai family, and besides, couldn't this bamboo house allow her to meditate and practice for a night? But this bamboo house is not a fifth-order spirit beast at first glance, don't ask why, just because it is not golden, then it is Yu Feibai's predecessor, since he didn't say that he could stay in the bamboo house to meditate and cultivate, Qing Min didn't plan to ask.

Yu Feibai's predecessors naturally knew that a family disciple like Qing Min should not be able to endure meditating and cultivating on a tree for a night, in fact, he could let Qing Min stay in this bamboo house to meditate and practice, but he wanted to use a way to test the purpose of Qing Min's coming here, he saw that Qing Min silently accepted this arrangement, and he was even more sure that Qing Min's purpose of coming here was not pure.

Qing Min sorted out the herbs and performed a few cleansing techniques by the way. Cleaning up the bamboo house, and also taking care of himself, since the incident that caught her according to the smell of the catcher bird, Qingmin's cleanliness habit has become heavier and heavier.

Qing Min walked out of the bamboo house to find a place to stay tonight, and the spirit beasts passing by saw Qing Min coming over, some hid, some hurriedly walked over, and some of the spirit beasts who were a little wise nodded to Qing Min.

Qing Min looked at everything in front of him and was a little incredible, thinking that when he went to Luoxia Jungle to do tasks in the past, he only entered it with a twelve-point spirit, and the relationship between him and the spirit beast has always been a life-and-death relationship, how could he have thought that it would be like this now.

Qing Min couldn't understand the reason for this, could it be because of the strength value of the fifth-order spirit beast? But every time the monk and the spirit beast started a fight, the monk's force value was also very high, but the spirit beast was never afraid of them, and even when the naughty snatcher bird caught Qing Min, it was clear that they were killed a lot by Qing Min's group, but the man catcher bird did not hurt Qing Min and sent it here safely.

Qing Min couldn't figure out the powerful relationship inside, so she could only put it down and look for something to eat first when she was looking for a place to sleep, Qing Min didn't want to eat the tasteless Bigu Dan, but seeing those spirit beasts nodding to her in a friendly way, Qing Min didn't want to do anything to them, because looking at the harmony in front of her, Qing Min didn't want to destroy the relationship because she was hungry.

Walking around for a while, I saw a Baiwei fruit tree with colorful fruits, the fruit on the tree represents a color of a taste, Qingmin's eyes lit up, when he used to look at Yujian, he was very interested in this kind of tree, and the fruit on a tree has a hundred flavors, but this kind of tree is a unique characteristic tree of the Mystery Forest, and it is invisible in other places, even if it is transplanted, it will die soon after.

Climbing trees, this kind of thing she and Qingruo often did when they were doing tasks in the Luoxia Jungle, Qingmin climbed the tree with ease, picked a red Barella fruit, sat on the branch and took a bite, and immediately spit it out, sticking out his tongue, "It's so spicy." Hurriedly threw away the sailla fruit in his hand, took out the spirit gourd in the storage bag, and drank the water in a big gulp.

The spicy taste in his mouth was relieved by the water, although in his previous life Qing Min liked to eat spicy hot pot very much, but now the dishes eaten in the immortal cultivation world are relatively light, Qing Min has not eaten spicy food for a long time, and he can't accept it for a while.

However, thinking of the spicy hot pot in his previous life, Qing Min swallowed his saliva, but unfortunately in his previous life and in this life, Qing Min was not a person with excellent cooking skills, and the dishes he made could only be barely eaten, let alone research out the base of the spicy hot pot.

Look at the svengerine on the ground that was thrown away after a bite, and thought about whether he could still let Qingwen study it, maybe it was really made, if it was made, Qingwen also had his own unique secret skills, and those spirit chefs in the Dream Food Building didn't have their own unique secret skills, and they also had oral spicy hot pot.

Qing Min took out the jade box and picked all the red fruits on the tree and put them in the jade box, but there were only four or five red fruits on a tree, and Qing Min ran to another Baiwei fruit tree next to him.

The Barilla Tree picked the red fruits on it, there were only two Barilla trees here, and there were less than ten red fruits, Qingmin put the jade box in the storage bag, preparing to wait until they found Yipinge in the nearby city and then ask them to send these back to Qingwen.

But after working for so long, Qingmin hasn't solved the problem of hunger, looking at the pink fruit next to him, picking it, and he doesn't know what pink tastes like.

Qing Min took a bite and found that the taste was a bit like the taste of peaches in his previous life, so he quickly disposed of the fruit in his hand and threw the seeds under the tree.

Started to search for other flavors again, Qingmin ate turquoise in a row, this taste is a bit like the taste of green apples in the previous life, cyan, a bit like the taste of lemons in the previous life, Qingmin took a bite and spit it out, it was too sour, and picked up the white again, the white fruit turned out to be tasteless, but this taste Qingmin is still acceptable.

After eating the white fruit, Qingmin looked at the black fruit, white has no taste, what is the taste of black, thinking about it, he picked the black fruit and took a bite boldly.

After taking a bite of the black fruit, Qingmin fainted, fell on the trunk of the tree where she was sitting, and took a bite of the black fruit in her hand, and it fell out of Qingmin's hand.

On the top of the tree, a small snake with the thickness of a finger and a similar color to the trunk of the barilla fruit shook its body when it heard the sound of the fruit falling, and after a long time, there was no sound in Qingmin's direction, and he looked over there with big eyes and found that Qingmin was falling on the branch.