Chunfeng glanced at Qiu Yu and finally replied: "Chunfeng understands." Qiu Yu: "Qiu Yu understands." After the explanation, Quan Yao changed her clothes with the help of Chun Feng Qiu Yu. It has to be said that the clothes of the ancients were too complicated, from the inner clothes to the outer coats. If they were not organized properly, they would be easily messed up. After getting dressed and washing, Quan Yao went to find Qing Kun. He was waiting in the living room at the moment. When he saw Quan Yao, he said, "Breakfast is ready. After dinner, we will go out for a walk..." "it is good." Quanyao sat down and concentrated on eating, accepting Qingkun's feeding from time to time. After a full meal, Qingkun took Quan Yao's hand and set off. Behind him, Guan Shan bumped Jingdu's side with his elbow, with an envious look on his face: "Look at how kind the master is to his wife. He almost responded to the saying 'I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals'." Jingdu pushed him away with some disgust, and then followed him expressionlessly.
No need for a mount, just the simplest way of walking, just walk through a quiet bluestone alley and reach the street. On the way, Qingkun held Quan Yao's hand and said, "You did a good job just now..." Quanyao was a little confused and asked: "Just now? What did you mean?" Qingkun looked at everyone's confused look and found it funny, and deliberately teased: "What do you think?" Quanyao thought about it, and finally asked Qingkun in confusion: "Are you talking about spring breeze and autumn rain?" Qingkun: "Well, the main thing is that you are the wife..." Quan Yao: “…….” Quanyao couldn't figure out why Qingkun was so happy. She wasn't a troubled person. If she couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't think about it. Arriving at the street, Quanyao was quickly attracted by the snacks on the street. She bought a lot of them along the way. Before she finished eating, she had already bought other things from another store, so that Quanyao's mouth was full along the way. of. Qingkun looked at Quanyao's bulging cheeks, picked up a piece of preserved fruit and stuffed it into his mouth. Ok. Very sweet. Same as her. His dark eyes looked at Quan Yao with tenderness. "Stop, you old fool..." In the distance, a group of big men were menacingly chasing a lame old man. Quan Yao was so absorbed in eating that she didn't even notice that the old man was about to collide with her. However, Qing Kun on the side picked her up and stepped aside. Quan Yao didn't understand what Qing Kun meant, but he saw a group of strong men pressing an old man to the ground with ferocious looks on their faces. Quanyao was a little frightened and subconsciously moved closer to Qingkun. But when she saw clearly who the old man was, Quan Yao was startled.
"Mr. Song?" She looked at Qingkun with some suspicion, and the latter nodded at her. "It's really Mr. Song. What happened? Qingkun..." Quan Yao tugged on Qingkun's black sleeves, feeling a little worried. She saw that Mr. Song was not the kind of person who loved to cause trouble! But now... Qingkun understood Quanyao's thoughts and patted Quanyao's hand in relief, saying, "I'll let Guan Shan handle it, don't worry..." "Ah." …… After a stick of incense, inside the medical clinic opened by Mr. Song. Quanyao was sitting on the edge of the coffee table, enjoying Qing Kun's feeding. Guan Fan helped Mr. Song sit down on a bench nearby. A group of people were kneeling in the wide hall. They were the same group of strong men who had captured Mr. Song before. , all of them were bruised and swollen because of being beaten. Even so, they could not stop their raging flames. "You are so brave, do you know who we are?" "Do you know Zhuo Qing? We are Lord Zhuo Qing's people..." Zhuo Qing looks great. Quanyao tilted her neck and asked Qingkun, "Who is Zhuo Qing?" Qingkun answered truthfully: "I don't know." Quan Yao suddenly realized: "Oh, people that Qingkun doesn't know are probably not particularly important." A smile appeared on Qingkun's lips. The group of strong men looked surprised, obviously they didn't expect that there was someone in the city who didn't even recognize Lord Zhuo Qing. Seeing that Quanyao and the others didn't know, there was a strong man who kindly explained: "Master Zhuo Qing is a famous fourth-grade alchemy master in Weiyang City. If you know the truth, let us go, and then go over and apologize to my family. If my lord is in a better mood, maybe he will spare you..." Quanyao was still eating as if nothing had happened, asking Qingkun from time to time: " "Fourth level alchemist? Is he very powerful?" Qingkun replied: "Generally speaking, alchemy masters are the same as weapon masters. The elixirs and weapons they refine are divided into mortal and heavenly ranks. The mortal rank is ninth grade, and the heavenly rank is divided into lower, middle, upper and supreme levels. Fourth-grade, when the Dragon Clan did not migrate, there were so many fourth-grade alchemists, but now...heh, one generation is not as good as the other." Hearing Qingkun's sarcasm, Quan Yao nodded clearly, and then asked Mr. Song with some confusion: "Mr. Song, do you have any conflict with this person named Zhuo Qing?" Mr. Song opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was interrupted before he could speak. One of the neglected strong men said in a loud voice: "Those who have sense will let us go. If Lord Zhuo Qing asks for the crime..." With a look from Qingkun, he lifted the person up and threw him to the ground. The strong man screamed in pain again and again. Quanyao looked calm. After all, she had seen zombies and zombie waves. She could handle such a small scene. Seeing that Quanyao was not frightened, Qingkun felt relieved. Seeing that the strong man was subdued, Mr. Song suppressed the sadness in his heart and the tears in his eyes, and replied: "They are here for the Xuanling Pill refined by my son..."
"How to say?" Quan Yao asked. Mr. Song was an ordinary person, but he gave birth to a son who could practice spiritual power. For this, Mr. Song was very happy, even proud. Mr. Song’s son was named Song Yun. He was found to be able to cultivate spiritual power at the age of five. Mr. Song spent a lot of money to help Song Yun practice it. Because Mr. Song was a doctor, Song Yun was familiar with pharmacology since he was a child. Song Yun was determined to become an alchemist when he grew up. , Song Yun did this. Not only that, Song Yun was extremely knowledgeable in elixirs. He not only improved the side effects caused by elixirs, but also created his own Xuanling elixir to improve his own aura. It's just that Song Yun is an alchemy fanatic. Apart from his close father and master, he only has two or three close friends. These people all know Song Yun's talent. Song Yun's friends all feel that Song Yun stays in this small guard. Yangcheng was too talented and suggested that Song Yun go to a wider world. Song Yun has always longed for the world outside. If it weren't for Mr. Song in Weiyang City, Song Yun would have left long ago. Song Lao said: "I have always hoped that Yun'er could go out and see more, and not bury himself in Weiyang City because of my old bones. His friends have been persuading him, and I have been persuading him, and he has also I was very moved and said that if I stayed with me for three more days, he would go out for a walk, but because of this, Song Yun never left Weiyang City again..." Quan Yao frowned and said nothing. He never left Weiyang City again. Either it means that this person is dead, or it means that this person is imprisoned. But Quanyao is more inclined to the front. "That day, after I persuaded Yun'er, Yun'er informed me of his plan. After that, he went to see his master, his first teacher in refining the elixir..."