I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Jiannan, the Yuelai Inn at night.

Baicaoshi is tinkering with six white mask. Grind Atractylodes macrocephala, Angelica dahurica, Bletilla striata, Baishui, Bai Fuling, and white peony into fine powder in proportion, mix it with egg white, and apply it evenly on the face.

She and her buddy asked for a mirror, and they couldn't feel sorry for themselves.

His fingers patted his face boredly, repeatedly, "Sigh, I don't know if this thing will work or not. Although traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to using white to nourish white, the things of our ancestors must be viewed dialectically."

There was a knock on the door.

Baicaoshi put her hands on her face, if someone looked at her like this, would she be regarded as a monster?

If it is Yuan Xian?

Simply reject his thoughts.

She walked to the door swaggeringly, taking steps that her relatives did not recognize. "Which one?"

"Miss Bai, it's me." Sure enough, it was Yuan Xian.

Baicaoshi opened the door, revealing a pockmarked face covered with a mask. "It's so late, is Yuan Taozhu okay?"

Yuan Xian looked at Baicao Shishi intently, what kind of weirdness does she have?

"Miss Bai, this is..."

"Beautiful skin and fair skin. The women in Yanjing are too beautiful and enchanting. I'm afraid of being compared to scum by them." Baicaoshi said nonsense.

It is said that women are the ones who please themselves. Baicao poetry is willing to become beautiful, that is someone worthy of him.

But which woman in the world does not love beauty. And when a woman comes to see a man with a big cat face, it can only show that she doesn't have the slightest thought for this man.

This fact is really... frustrating.

"Miss Bai, hibiscus comes out of clear water, so you can carve them naturally. Even if you don't...have beautiful skin." The word "beautiful skin" was unfamiliar to Yuan Xian, and he said it very jerky, "It's also extremely beautiful."

Baicaoshi couldn't help laughing, admiring Yuan Xian's strong determination. To her face, you can still say such words. "Accept your auspicious words. I can't see the wind with beautiful skin, Yuan Taozhu, please go back."

Yuan Xian came here once, without even saying the purpose, he was ordered to evict the guest.

In fact, he has already done a good job of psychological construction, it's just...

Suddenly, Baicaoshi's door opened wide, and rushed out of the guest room desperately. I saw a bright white light in the distant sky, like a big explosion in a blockbuster movie about saving the world. Her eyelids twitched wildly for no reason.

"Broken Feather..."

Yuan Xian also looked at the white light in the sky, does this world really have a good understanding?

**

The folded feathers are in the deserted house, and the red blood patriarch is in the sky.

The grand master's coercion is on full display.

"Back then, you were able to escape by chance. It was because of Mo Fei's fighting to the death. Now that he is gone, who can save you?"

Zhe Yu's long sword drew a sword flower in the air, his brows were cold, and the cold wind blew his hair into a banner of never giving up, and his robe bulged. He looked down on the people in the sky, "Save yourself if no one can save you, red blood, come to fight!"

For the first time in his life, being called by his name directly, even the ancestor was omitted, this great master felt deeply offended. "Mere ants, why come to fight?"

As he spoke, he drew a talisman in the void with his fingers, and a mass of white light condensed like substance, struck towards Zhe Yu.

Zhe Yu raised his sword to meet him, without retreating. Leading the light to hit the wall, the wall shattered into prophecy powder.

"Although this move only used my three successes, you are proud enough. You have improved compared to three years ago. The next move!" The red blood patriarch seemed to be thinking of catching mice, and he was not in a hurry to divide it. Victory or defeat, he will destroy Zhe Yu's confidence and patience step by step, and then deal a fatal blow.

Another mass of white awns, this time the Chixue Patriarch used 50% of his power.

Zhe Yu took five steps back, blood was already oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Li Jianping lay on the ground like a dog, looking up at Zhe Yu with difficulty, his resolute appearance. Who is protecting whom? Zhe Yu's skill is far superior to him, so he doesn't need his protection. It was thanks to him that he got into this situation today, and Li Jianping could hardly absolve himself of the blame.

"The game is over. Son of Destiny, go to hell!"

In the last move, the Chixue Patriarch used 90% of his power, and the world changed color.

At this critical moment, a hole was broken in the barrier, and someone rushed into it.

Mo Feizhan stood in front of Zhe Yu. "Patriarch Chixue, are you shamelessly bullying this junior again? Your opponent is me."

The barrier is reshaped.

The Chixue Patriarch pointed his finger, "A defeated general, how dare you speak bravely? Mo Feizhan, you have fallen into the realm, and dare to speak nonsense in front of me?"

"Fallen state can be cleared again. Patriarch, don't look at things with old-fashioned eyes, or you won't know how to lose if you lose." Mo Fei was so proud of himself.

The Chixue Patriarch's pupils shrank when he said a few words, "Damn it! Today is just right, I will send the two of you to the west together."

There were no auspicious clouds under his feet, but the Chixue ancestor seemed to be stepping down the stairs, seemingly slowly, but in fact he had already reached the deserted house in two or three steps.

The battle between the grand master and the grand master, back to basics, is like two children fighting.

But every move and style is extremely dangerous.

In an instant, a hundred tricks were dismantled.

Zhe Yu watched coldly, he was injured, and it was still within the acceptable range. Just when the two were confronting their internal forces, Zhe Yu made a move. At the beginning, he made a bracelet for Baicaoshi, which contained poisonous needles, and the poison of aconite was quenched on the needles. Today he used a poisonous needle to surprise the red blood patriarch.

With the cooperation of Mo Feizhan, the clothes are seamless.

The needle tip stuck on the arm, only penetrated a little into the skin, and the red blood was already shaken off with a flick of the hand. For the grand master, it is already a great shame and humiliation.

Mo Feizhan laughed loudly, "Patriarch Chixue, you also have today. Never underestimate anyone, especially the man you call the Man of Destiny."

Patriarch Chixue became furious, what a bullshit Grandmaster rule, not to harm the lives of ordinary people, today he took the lives of the entire Hanyueguan city, and he also wanted to kill Mo Feizhan and Zhe Yu.

Grandmaster's all-out battle is unimaginably terrifying. Just as he was gathering strength, a cloud appeared in the sky, and a figure of a person was hidden behind the cloud, and his voice was like a bell.

"Patriarch Chixue, quickly retreat to Hanyue Pass and leave Dayan. Otherwise, two-on-one today will leave you alive."

Who in the world is qualified to take the life of the red blood patriarch? It can only be the Grand Master.

Chixue patriarch Jie Jie laughed strangely, "Du Chen is dead, how can Da Yan come to be a great master?"

Although there were only a few people in the room, Zhe Yu remained calm, but Li Jianping's heart was already surging.

Three of the world's four great masters gathered today. Master Duchen, he has heard that it is Yanjing's most famous magic stick. But is it the great master?

After the dark cloud, a voice came, "You still don't understand the background and inheritance of Xiangji Temple. But it doesn't matter. If you make another move today, I will join hands with Lay Mo to keep you in Dayan forever. You Try it."

The general situation is over, the red blood patriarch is no longer interested in fighting, he waved his sleeves and left the field.

Mo Feizhan stood in the deserted house, thanking the clouds in the sky, "Mo Feizhan is here, thank you Xiangji Temple."