The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

Since she was Bei Yehan's woman, it was only natural that he should compensate her for the loss.

However, before entering the Mingxin Courtyard and seeing Bei Yehan, he could smell the ghost pill from a long distance, and he was naturally very familiar with this breath.

What else could it be if it wasn't the Qipin Ghost Corpse Poison Detoxification Pill?

His face was dark, and he didn't know whether to be sad or excited.

The sad thing is that his Ziqi Medicine Stove will never come back, because it has found a more suitable owner than him.

What's exciting is that those disciples of the academy finally found a life-saving pill, and the disciples finally don't have to worry about it every day.

It's just that no matter what, the anger in my heart must find a place to vent out, right?

Since he couldn't do anything to Bei Yehan and the others, he had to feel sorry for these disciples.

"You know how to behave like those gossiping women without doing anything all day long. Why are you called the disciples of Qinglong College? You really don't know what it means!"

A group of disciples heard his words, although they were not convinced in their hearts, but the one who scolded them was Master Ming Bufan, they could do nothing but bear it, and all lowered their heads and looked at the ground.

Xing Liaomu looked at his master suspiciously, thinking to himself what happened to the master today, if he is in a bad mood, he can't take it out on his disciples, right?

"Go back to practice for the deity." Ming Bufan snorted again, shook his sleeves and walked to Mingxin courtyard.

Xing Liaomu looked at his disciples, and then at the back of his master, "It's all gone, it's gone."

After saying a word, he quickly chased after him.

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In Beiyehan's room, Sheng Chuxin was proudly holding a porcelain vase, shaking it in front of his eyes.

"Miss, don't shake it, it dazzles my subordinate's eyes." Qiong Qi couldn't help but say something.

Especially the porcelain vase that Sheng Chuxin held in his hand was colorful and kept shaking, so he was going to be dizzy.

"You're not afraid that the elixir inside will be broken by shaking."

Hearing his words, Sheng Chuxin glared at him angrily, and stopped the movements of his hands.

"Go, you have no good things to say with your crow's mouth."

How could it be possible to shake the elixir just by shaking it a few times?

However, she didn't really blame Shang Qiongqi, but looked at Bei Yehan with malicious intentions, and squatted down to get close to him.

"Master Mo Shang, how much do you think my bottle of elixir is worth?" she asked.

"Drink this bowl of rice soup first." Bei Yehan didn't answer her, his black eyes swept towards the steaming bowl of porridge on the table.

"Breakfast is ready early in the morning, Qiongqi, you are getting more and more diligent." Sheng Chuxin raised his eyebrows.

But she is really hungry, she has been busy all night, can she not be hungry.

Regardless of other things, he put the porcelain bottle on the table and picked up the bowl to drink.

"Hmm." Halfway through drinking, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and looked at Bei Yehan displeased.

"This porridge is really extravagant."

When Qiuqi heard her words, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

"It's not for you." He whispered.

Apart from Sheng Chuxin, who else could have such a good treatment? In this small bowl of porridge, there are seven pieces of snow lotus seed powder added, which helps to increase aura.

"What price do you want to sell?" Bei Yehan picked up the porcelain bottle and asked quietly.

"You can figure it out." Sheng Chuxin didn't care.

It's good to have money to make money, it doesn't matter if you don't have money, the key is the sense of accomplishment in her heart.