Medicinal Immortal

After confessing, she went back to the cave house. With the two main medicines sent by Family Master Shen, she felt that this time she should be able to successfully refine the advanced liquid medicine.

She has never learned the method of refining medicine here, so she used the same method she used in her previous life to extract the essence of the medicine from the medicine to prepare the essence. This busyness is because she has not been out of the stone room for a few days. .

At the same time, Mo Ye, who was far away in the imperial city, spent this time busy to make himself temporarily forget the little monk. It can almost be said that since returning to the present, he has been in a busy state every day, and his situation also makes Anichi and Heifeng a little worried.

"It's no way for the master to go on like this! You see him burying his head in dealing with things all day long. If he keeps going like this, I am worried that his body will not be able to bear it!" Hei Feng said, worried in his heart.

Anyi was silent for a while, and said: "During this period of time, the people underneath are also grieving. Yesterday, a dark guard came over and asked me what happened to the master?"

Hei Feng hesitated and said, "You said, if the master arranges two women to come and wait, will he change his mind? Let him not always think about Master Tang?"

Hearing this, he glanced at him secretly and said: "If you dare to arrange, anyway, I don't dare." If he dared to do that, he might be transferred away by the master.

"Then what to do? Just let him go on like this?" Heifeng asked helplessly.

"Maybe, after a while, the master will gradually forget." An Yi said, but he was not sure.

Anyi and Heifeng thought that his master was dealing with affairs, and Mo Ye in the study was indeed holding a brush, sitting there with a focused expression, but if someone approached him, he would see it in front of him. What was placed was not a business account book that needed to be reviewed and processed, but a piece of white paper, on which a bald little monk appeared vividly.

Exquisite facial features, with sly and agile eyes, a small smile hung on the lips, a purple stud earrings, Tsing Yi, a round bamboo hanging diagonally around the waist, the corners of the clothes seem to be faintly windy The Buddha moved with a trace of ethereal dust. He folded his hands together and looked ahead, as if he was talking to him with a small smile at this time: Amitabha, the donor, you are destined to the Buddha.

He put down the pen in his hand and gently stroked the man's cheek with his fingers. Even now, he didn't know how he could fall in love with such a person.

Originally, he thought that he liked him only because he was in his eyes, and he treated him like a confidant friend, but he didn't know when he started to quietly change his taste.

It turns out that if you fall in love with someone, you will really miss one day, like missing you three autumns.

He thinks that distance can make him forget, but he doesn't know it. The farther away he is, the deeper he thinks.

But he also knows that for the rest of his life, he can only bury this feeling deep in his heart and never let him notice it...

Several days later, in the Tianlong Academy on the other side, Tangning, who had been in retreat for several days, looked at the spiritual fluid refined in the face, and laughed in the stone room. The laughter spread, even the three Hanzhi outside the cave. It can be heard.

"Why is Tang Tang smiling so happily? Is he okay?" Xing Yue couldn't help asking, and looked at the closed door of the stone room in confusion: "I haven't seen him for many days, so he doesn't need to eat. Isn't he hungry?"