In the mansion of Mu Jia.
"Madam, they went to the city of trial." A middle-aged man in black kneeled behind a young woman.
"What? You want to tell me that you failed? "The woman's back was facing the man in black. Her expression could not be seen, but her words were surprisingly cold.
The man in black looked up at the woman's back and did not explain.
"You don't want to explain?" The woman slowly turned around. She was a very beautiful woman.
"Madam, the main thing is that a man appeared on the way. I couldn't see him clearly." The man in black lowered his head.
"You can't even deal with two pieces of trash. You brothers are even worse than trash." The woman heard this and her face was full of anger.
"Madam, my brother has been killed by Jerry, the messenger of the city of trial, I …" His voice was full of sorrow, and he almost cried.
"Hmph, you find a way to go to the city of trial and get rid of them. It's a disaster to keep them alive. Your brother, these gold coins will be the cost of his burial." The woman threw a pouch.
"Thank you, madam." The man's eyes were full of greed, and his face was full of sorrow.
The woman looked at the man in black kneeling on the ground and sneered. Hmph, didn't he just say that his brother was dead to ask for more gold coins in front of me? How greedy.
"Madam, how is it?" Suddenly the door opened and a handsome middle-aged man walked in.
"Brother Feng, a man suddenly appeared and disturbed us. Jill's brother Jit is dead." The woman looked at the man in black kneeling on the ground holding the gold coins and said, "You can leave now."
"That means those two bastards are still alive?" The middle-aged man's eyes did not show happiness or anger, and he gently hugged the woman.
The woman nodded and did not speak. Under the man's sight, there was a trace of disgust in her eyes.
At this time, Mu Lin 'er was in the deserted back mountain. She took out the crystal, and the spiritual energy inside made her want to absorb it.
There was a crystal here, so it seemed that there was a spiritual practitioner here. Spiritual practitioners should be the most powerful profession.
She practiced by herself, so was she a spiritual practitioner or an elementalist? It should be that the people here called spiritual practitioners elementalists because they could not feel the spiritual energy that transcended everything!
Hua Qingyi was not practicing in the space, and she did not know where he went. After Mu Lin 'er finished her cultivation, she went to the headmaster's office to get an exit pass. She wanted to leave the academy and go to the Lin family to find an alchemist.
If the thing in his hand was what Master Liu wanted, then it would be easy. If not, she would go to the Lin family to find out more information. Secondly, she liked medicine very much. She had been here for so long, and there was still no place for her to use medicine. But that might not be the case. When she went back, she would be able to treat many patients. She was not worried about herbs. As long as it could save lives, she would be able to cultivate it and bring it back.
Walking on the bustling street.
Mu Liner roughly looked at the commercial street here. The potions sold were very expensive, but the herbs in the pharmacy were surprisingly few. How were those potions refined?
"Welcome, what kind of medicine do you need?" The clerk looked respectful and didn't look down on Mu Lin 'er because of her ordinary clothes.
"May I ask how much do you sell the herbs here?" Mu Lin 'er saw some white heaven's star grass, so she couldn't wait to ask.
"Ah, that. Ten Silver Coins. I bought it yesterday. If you want it, I'll give you a discount. How about eight Silver Coins?" When the clerk heard that she wanted the herb that was not popular in the store, she was stunned, but she reacted quickly and said the price.
Yesterday, the boss saw that the old farmer who sold the grass was pitiful, so he bought it for five Silver Coins.
"Okay, then I'll buy it. May I ask about these herbs?" She, who studied traditional Chinese medicine, was very happy to see these dead branches and rotten leaves. In modern times, some of them were almost gone.
"Ah, these?" The clerk was a little surprised. These herbs were not popular, unless some poor people couldn't afford to buy potions, so they had to buy these herbs to try.
"Miss, these herbs …" Are you sure you want them all?
"Why? You're not selling them?" Mu Lin 'er saw the clerk's embarrassed look. Are they very expensive? She had a lot of gold coins in her bag. The gold coins that she gave to Locke's family last time were returned to her by Master Locke. Also, Hua Qingyi gave her some gold coins. She estimated that she had a few hundred gold coins.
"Ah Da, what's wrong?" An old man with a white beard walked in and asked.
It turned out that the clerk was called Ah Da. Ah Da said, "Boss, this lady wants to buy these herbs in our store. I'm afraid that she doesn't know the properties of herbs, so I'm asking her."
The old man glanced at Mu Lin 'er with a trace of curiosity in his eyes, "Girl, do you know about herbs?" These herbs were bought when he had nothing to do. He didn't know much about some of their properties, but a pharmacist's ability to make potions didn't matter if he knew about herbs or not.
"I know a little. Boss, these herbs, do you …" Are they for sale?
The old man asked Ah Da to pack the herbs for Mu Lin 'er. He even gave her a discount, a stalk of stargrass and a purple corydalis.
After Mu Lin 'er paid the bill, she looked at the potions. The small bottles contained potions, and the prices of these potions were marked, unlike the herbs that didn't have any introduction.
"How much is this ordinary hemostatic potion?" The ordinary potions didn't have a price, so she wanted to study this potion.
"This is a level one hemostatic potion, ten gold coins." It was a little different from the herbs just now.
A stalk of stargrass was only eight yuan, but a level one hemostatic potion cost one thousand yuan, this … "This potion is too expensive, is there any elixir for sale here?" When practicing, there was alchemy in her mind, but because her level was not high enough, she didn't have a furnace, so Mu Lin 'er wanted to buy some elixir to help her improve.
"Elixir? Little girl, are you kidding me? We pharmacists make potions, we never make fake elixirs. "The old man who had been staring at Mu Lin 'er was a little funny when he heard what she said.
"Ah, no elixir? That's impossible! "How could there be no elixir?
The old man told Mu Lin 'er, Mu Lin' er shouldn't be cheated. Pharmacists make potions, level one, level two, level three, level four, level five, level six, level seven, level eight, level nine, up to the highest level of pharmacists, the medicine king level, of course, there is also the emperor pharmacist.
"Boss, have you heard of Gathering Spirit Pill?" She knew that Gathering Spirit Pill was a good thing.
"No, little girl, don't lie to me?" The old man looked at Mu Lin 'er sympathetically.
Mu Lin 'er thought that her practice was different from the practice here, so the things she needed were not available here, so the pharmacists did not know.
She asked the boss where he found the herbs, and the boss said: "Little girl, do you want to buy other herbs? This old man is also going to see if there are any materials for making potions, let's go together. "He was curious about what this little girl was doing with these herbs.
She didn't look like someone who couldn't afford to buy potions, so why did she only buy herbs? These herbs were somewhat useful, but alchemists usually used crystal stones and other materials to refine medicine. Could it be … could it be that these herbs really had the ability to heal? He remembered that when his master left, he said that the vision of alchemists was too narrow. At that time, he was holding a weed in his hand. That scene was still fresh in his memory.
"Hello, how much are you selling this flower?" Isn't this a lily?
"One … One silver coin." The vendor carefully said. He thought that this wild flower would be a big fat sheep, but who knew that behind the little girl was a pharmacist.
"Master Nuonian."
"Yes." The old man nodded politely.
"Grandpa, so your name is Nuonian." Mu Lin 'er didn't expect this vendor to know the owner of the pharmacy.
Mu Lin 'er bought all the lilies. Lilies were something she liked, and they could be refined into potions. Although they weren't good things, they might be useful in the future.
Mu Lin 'er spent less than 20 gold coins to buy all the herbs. Because Mu Lin' er had a cosmos bag, she didn't mind throwing the herbs into the space in front of the old man.
"Little girl, why did you buy so many herbs and flowers?" Lin Nuonian, who was following behind her, couldn't help but ask. At first, he thought that this little girl really didn't understand herbs, so she just bought them randomly. But just now, he saw Mu Lin 'er's eyes staring at the things that were considered as weeds.
"These flowers and grass are medicines, but I don't know if you pharmacists can use them." Mu Lin 'er didn't know how to explain, because she couldn't say: Actually, I'm a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. I'm a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, but I think you only know about medicine, not herbal medicine.
"We use herbs, but can these weeds and wild flowers also count as herbs?" He knew that she had just bought a star grass and a purple corydalis, because the level one antidote could be used.
But could these flowers also cure diseases? Could it be that the noble pharmacist was ignorant?
"Little girl, may I ask who your master is?" It seemed that the master behind her was even more powerful! Lin Nuonian was very excited when he had the opportunity to visit his master. Maybe he could combine herbs to create better medicines.
"I don't have a master, I read about it in a book." As for the book of He Shu, even if he told her, she probably wouldn't be able to find it.
"What book?" Lin Nuonian couldn't wait to ask, but a pleasant voice interrupted him. "Little girl?" A voice sounded behind Mu Lin 'er.
"Huahua? Where have you been? "She didn't expect to meet Hua Qingyi in the street.
Hua Qingyi took a few steps forward and stood beside Mu Lin 'er. He glanced at Lin Nuonian. Pharmacist? Level three pharmacist? What's wrong with this little girl? Why is she with a pharmacist? Is she sick?
He hurriedly asked, "Little girl, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Why are you with this pharmacist? "
Lin Nuonian didn't think much about Hua Qingyi's pharmacist, but as a level three pharmacist who was about to break through to level four, he couldn't see through the man's elemental instinct. It seemed that this man either didn't practice, or he was a master.
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