The next few days are busy.
In addition to refining Baohua Yulu Pills for Zidan Pavilion every day, Zhao Qing also takes time to sharpen his spiritual consciousness.
When I have some free time, I also like "Xiu Luan Sword" and study the sword techniques with Shu Yue hand in hand.
More than ten days have passed, and I have only been to the Alchemy Hall three times.
They all come back in a hurry...
The panel appeared in front of me.
【Gu Qinghuan】
[Wood Spirit Root: Low Grade (102/1000)]
[Water Spirit Root: Low Grade (90/1000)]
[Fire Spirit Root: Low Grade (90/1000)]
The woman's indifferent smile appeared in Zhao Qing's heart, and he felt a little uncomfortable.
Although he said that if Lu Qinghuan was still willing to follow him after she succeeded in her alchemy skills, he would ask Shu Yue to take her home.
But people's hearts are made of flesh, and the connection between men and women cannot be expressed in the words "respect each other as guests" on the panel.
Moreover, I have been busy during this period, and I have indeed neglected Qing Huan a lot.
The girl was also a bit stubborn. She shouted "Master, Master, Huan" and asked her to come to the house if she had nothing to do, but she refused.
Zhao Qing sighed slightly, Qing Huan still felt a little inferior in her bones...
…
On this day, the day agreed before to send treasure flowers to Zidan Pavilion came.
The auction of the Bloody Clothes Building also happens to be today.
Zhao Qing took out a separate storage ring and counted the elixirs in it.
Seven hundred and twenty, accurate.
He called Shu Yue and fetched the spiritual ring that was placed in the cellar. There were one hundred and twenty precious flowers in it.
Zhao Qing held two storage rings and calculated silently.
All one thousand pill materials have been exhausted.
Seven hundred and two...one hundred and two.
There are 830 pills in his hand, plus the 40 pills he went out to sell some time ago, and 10 pills for Le'an.
A total of 880 treasure flowers were refined.
A furnace of five elixirs has a nearly 90% elixir success rate, which is already an exaggeration.
Comparable to many alchemists in the foundation building stage.
Zhao Qing thought for a moment and left the ring of one hundred and twenty elixirs at home.
"Shu Yue, if I come back too late today, don't worry."
"There is no danger in the city, and I can directly communicate with Senior Brother Pei Jin."
The lovely wife gently arranged his clothes, nodded and said: "Shu Yue understands, husband, there is no need to say more."
She thought for a moment, opened her mouth, and said hesitantly: "Husband, why don't you take Junior Sister Gu out with you..."
"You've gone too far these past few days...ignoring people as soon as they fall asleep."
Zhao Qing smiled bitterly and nodded: "I'm really busy these days, and that's what I mean. I might go to the Alchemy Hall to see her off tonight."
Halfway through Chen hour.
Zhao Qing faced the cold wind and walked to the Alchemy Hall.
He stood outside Dan Room No. 80 and whispered: "Qing Huan."
The next moment, the door opened in response.
Gu Qing stepped into the cold wind with a smile and welcomed the man outside the door.
"Master, why are you here so early today?"
Zhao Qing glanced around the room. The furnishings were still the same, and the lids of the alchemy furnace were scattered aside.
Gu Qinghuan should be studying elixirs this morning.
The porridge bucket is placed on the table, and there is a plate of green sunflower next to it...
He raised his hand to gently comb the broken hair around Gu Qinghuan's ears, and said with a smile, "Have you not eaten yet?"
The woman felt the warm breath in her ears, and her heart was filled with warmth.
She shook her head and said, "Qing Huan is ready."
Gu Qinghuan took a step forward and put away the porridge bucket on the table, planning to clean it after the owner left.
Zhao Qing swept the stone basin under the window sash: "Why don't you see any movement in the new spiritual grass you planted?"
The woman bent slightly and took off her boots and socks, revealing her smooth feet under her legs.
The occasionally exposed veins on his ankles make him look a little weak.
She smiled softly and said: "Master has never raised spiritual grass, right? Most spiritual grass can only take root in winter..."
The next moment, her eyes were stunned.
Zhao Qing already held her ankle.
The woman pursed her lips slightly and raised her hand to take off her dress, but saw the man in front of her pick up the socks beside the bed again...
Zhao Qing put her calf on his body and carefully put on her stockings.
The fingertips touched the cold feet that had been grasped countless times, causing Gu Qinghuan's calves to tremble slightly.
"Owner……"
Zhao Qing patted her leg and helped her off the bed.
He smiled and said, "I haven't been to the auction yet. Qing Huan will go with me?"
Lu Qinghuan's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and her eyes were dull for a moment.
The next moment, her eyes were full of surprise: "Okay!"
Zhao Qing nodded slightly and sat in front of the alchemy stage waiting for her to put on her boots.
By the way, I studied the Qi Gathering Pill that Gu Qinghuan had recently refined.
It can be described as entering the country very quickly. I don’t know how much better than I was before.
Although the Cheng Dan still looks like a clay pill, there are not a few refined pills in total.
But the medicinal properties of each one are retained, and can even catch up to my current level.
He knew that what Gu Qinghuan lacked was only the quality and control of spiritual energy.
Zhao Qing looked slightly sideways, stood up and stood behind the woman.
Looking at the face in the bronze mirror in front of him, he smiled and said, "I've never seen you dressing up before."
Gu Qinghuan looked at the man behind him in the mirror and smiled: "When you go out with the master, you must clean up."
Zhao Qing nodded and held the woman's shoulders with both hands.
Make it face you.
Then he took the eyebrow pencil in her hand and said, "Don't move."
Lu Qinghuan looked at the serious eyes of his sweetheart in front of him, and his body couldn't help but tense up.
Feeling the tickling coming from her beautiful eyebrows, she felt a strange feeling in her heart, and her ears were already red.
After all, there is a completely different difference between drawing one's own eyebrows and having the owner draw one's own eyebrows...
Zhao Qing's fingertips were trembling a little, and he carefully dragged Dai Fen very slowly.
After all, I had never painted a few times, and I was afraid that I would make Lu Qinghuan look ugly.
After the tea time, he carefully looked at the woman in front of him again: "Is there anything wrong with taking a look in the bronze mirror?"
Gu Qinghuan's eyes flashed with light waves, and he looked at Zhao Qing. He reached out and took off the bronze mirror on the table.
"Qing Huan, you don't need to look at it. The master painted it very well."
Zhao Qing clicked his tongue, why don't you take a look?
The woman continued: "You can see it in the master's eyes. Qing Huan has been watching."
That's it...
Shuyue always bothers her at home, but she has never painted anyone else's eyebrows.
Zhao Qing nodded slowly, gradually becoming interested.
He took the wooden comb from the desk and motioned Qing Huan to come closer to him.
Gu Qinghuan was completely surrounded by warmth at this moment, and even felt a little overwhelmed.
Looking at the smiling eyes in front of her, all the worries and anguish she had felt these days were swept away.
I just feel like my heart is melting.
Her eyes trembled slightly and she showed a beautiful smile.
Then he slowly knelt on the ground, laid his body on the master's lap, and handed his head of black hair in front of his eyes.
Zhao Qing stretched out his hand to hold his beautiful forehead, and drew the wooden comb across his black hair.
Qing Huan's hair is not long...it's much easier to comb than Shu Yue's.
"You look pretty good with short hair."
Lu Qinghuan tilted her pretty face, feeling the hot breath in front of her.
She smiled and said, "Then when the hair grows longer, Master will help Qing Huan cut it short."
Wait until the two of them have cleaned up everything.
Zhao Qing picked up the hot water on the stove, made a cup of spiritual tea and handed it over.
Gu Qinghuan smiled and shook his head: "Qinghuan is not thirsty."
Zhao Qing didn't say anything and drank the tea by himself. It had been a while since he took advantage of Dantang.
One drink is one drink.
"Didn't I tell you to go home for dinner?" Zhao Qing asked.
"Qing Huan will go after studying the elixirs. When the time comes, even the master will not be able to drive him away!"
Zhao Qing's eyes flashed and he didn't mention it again.
He took the woman's delicate hand and put the spiritual ring on her ring.
"You pay the bill today."
Gu Qinghuan's spiritual power penetrated, her beautiful eyes shrank instantly, and her originally gentle voice was trembling: "Master... Qinghuan is afraid of losing it."
lost?
My consciousness is shrouded, how could you lose it?
Zhao Qing shook his head slightly, pushed her out of the room, and said with a smile, "As long as Qing Huan is not lost."
