Return of the King - Chapter 776

Muziqiu hasn’t played the piano for a long time.

Of course, there was no singing.

Alchemy Pavilion, a place where most of the disciples spend their time and live together, is filled with the fragrance of medicine. If you pass by the third medicine trough, you can occasionally enjoy your eyes and see a beautiful and beautiful shadow. You are squatting on the ground, wearing a light gauze pleated skirt, holding a fan in your hand, fanning the Dan stove and reading at the same time, Against what.

Just one side, one back, is enough to make the male disciples passing by palpitate. They thought how happy it would be to have such a beautiful woman to practice alchemy together and have another double cultivation when they are interested.

Of course, they just think about it.

Even looking at it is just a glance, dare not stay more.

Just because she is the grandson of Zhang Yunxiang, the three elders of xuantianzong, ye xiner, the fiancee known as the devil of the world.

“Xin’er, I’m refining pills again.”

Dong Chushan walked to muziqiu with a smile, and his face was full of relief.

It is not only the female child who loves alchemy, but also her outstanding talent.

Who would have thought that in just a few months, her alchemy attainments could be comparable to those of some old scholars’ inner alchemy disciples.

This is incredible!

It can only be said that the double bonus of talent and effort can indeed produce unimaginable results!

“Grandpa Dong, here you are.”

Muziqiu smiled sweetly and stood up. His face was slightly blackened by the smoke, his nose wrinkled, and he was a little more playful, lovely and naive.

“What’s up, Xin’er? Tell Grandpa Dong about the recent achievements in refining pills?”

Dong Chushan asked kindly.

Mu Ziqiu’s cheeks were a little red, and he said shyly: “he refined one of the seven top-grade pills, and the others are not worth mentioning…”

Dong Chushan’s eyelids jumped.

Darling, seven top-grade pills?

Is this really what a newcomer can do?

It seems that he still underestimated the girl’s Alchemy level.

“Grandpa Dong, can jiuzhuan huanhun pill really remind me of the past?” muziqiu couldn’t help but say.

Dong Chushan was stunned and said, “basically, it’s OK. Why, xiner, you’ve been taking jiuzhuan huanhun pill every day recently, but have you thought of anything?”

Muziqiu was about to nod when he saw xiaopang staggering over not far away with his six relatives, and immediately closed his mouth.

“Grandpa Dong.”

The fat man walked up to the old man and greeted him with a smile.

Dong Chushan glanced at him and said, “little chrysanthemum, you are an external disciple. Why do you always run here if you don’t go to alchemy? Do you really think I don’t smoke you?”

“Well, Grandpa Dong, I’m not a little chrysanthemum. I’m Zhang Qi.”

The fat man has a headache.

The old man has a bad memory, but he has been with him for so long. Every time he sees himself, he always thinks of another person, either Wang Er pockmarked son, or small chrysanthemums and big meat intestines. They are full of strange names. Sometimes he has to wonder whether the old man is intentional?

“Oh, it’s little fat. Look at my memory.”

Dong Chushan patted his head and said, “are you looking for Xin’er? Then have a good chat and don’t bully her… Oh, by the way, don’t bother her all the time. She is my proud disciple now and will go out to compete in the future. If you destroy such a good seedling, I won’t kill you.”

Then he smiled and told muziqiu a few words before he left.

The fat man sighed: “Xin’er, are you really going to go on refining pills all the time and follow grandpa Dong to participate in any competition in the future?”

Muziqiu squatted on the ground and didn’t return his head: “I don’t know. I just want to refine pills.”

“What about playing the piano? Singing?” the fat man was worried. “You can’t leave your job alone. Playing the piano and singing are your strengths. You can’t pick up sesame and throw watermelon?”

During this period of time, I can’t hear the sound of muziqiu’s piano. The fat man always feels something missing in his heart, especially uncomfortable.

He felt that the zither was the soul of muziqiu. He didn’t need to take care of anything else.

“Singing and playing the piano is not serious?”

Muzi Qiu frowned and said, “after all, for a sect, the role of a Dan master is self-evident. Since I came here, I can’t stand in the pit and don’t shit?”

“Ah, this…”

The fat man said with a sad face, “Xin’er, please don’t use your innocent and lovely face to say such vulgar words as shit.”

“Anyway, I just want to learn something new. Don’t you forbid it?” muziqiu snorted.

“No, no, you can learn whatever you want. I won’t force you.”

The fat man hurried, and then showed an obscene smile on his face, “but Xin’er, the time for our marriage is more than a month away. At that time, Lao Zu will go out of the customs and preside over the wedding for us in person. I just want to ask, are you ready?”

Muzi Qiujiao’s body trembled and her hand holding the fan froze.

Yeah, why did she forget.

She was forced to come here, but she didn’t come to be a disciple.

But to be the wife of the young man in front of us.

Whether you like it or not, it seems to be a certainty.

Mu Ziqiu’s mood suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley. His expectations for the future and the little excitement about the recovery of memory dissipated at this moment.

She put out the furnace, stood up and said coldly, “I won’t forget.”

Then he left here.

The fat man didn’t chase.

He looked at the medicine residue that had turned into black gray powder on the ground, and a trace of intolerance flashed on his face.

How could he not see that muziqiu actually resisted the wedding.

However, everything can depend on her, except this matter.

“Even raw rice can’t cook cooked rice…”

The fat man muttered to himself.

*

Mu Ziqiu returned to the room lost.

She’s a little out of her mind.

In particular, when I thought of the wedding day between myself and Zhang Qi, those people presided over it personally with words of blessing and the ancestor who is said to have cultivated all over the sky.

Really can’t escape?

She sat on the clean wooden floor and looked out of the window.

To be fair, she doesn’t hate fat people. After this period of time, although it’s far from love, she at least has a good impression.

How fat people are is not the key, but he is really good to himself.

However, she always felt that something was missing

She always felt that she should marry another man

“Is it Wang Ye?”

“No, it won’t be that mean man!”

“Anyone can, but it can’t be him!”

At the thought of Wang Ye, muziqiu was a little angry. At first, he was a decent person, but why did he do this to her and say those dirty words!

She began to hate him, but paradoxically wanted to see him!

However, the big fool didn’t even give an explanation!

“Wang Ye, you are an asshole!”

Muziqiu rarely shows the unruly side of Ye xiner’s memory. He bares his teeth and raises his hands like an angry kitten. He scratched at the air, as if it was the man who tried to belittle him.

“You’re right. Wang Ye is an asshole.”

A mellow voice sounded at the door.

Muzi Qiu looked at the source of the sound like she was shocked by an electric shock.

There is a man standing there.

A man who appeared countless times in her dream and didn’t know whether to be close or far away.

“What are you doing here?”

Mu Ziqiu’s face sank and said coldly.

“Come here to tell you I’m sorry. I disappeared for some time because of something.”

Lin Feng said sincerely.

“Disappear?”

Muzi Qiu Leng hummed, “didn’t you come to see me last week?”

Last week?

The forest wind was confused.

Last week, he was still in the water prison. How could he come to see muziqiu.

“I didn’t come last week,” Lin Fengdao said.

“OK, I don’t want to see you. You go.” muziqiu said impatiently, “in addition, please don’t step here in the future.”

“Why?”

Lin Feng was stunned. “Haven’t we been getting along well? Don’t worry, I won’t force you to think of anything now, and I’m willing to wait. When you recover your memory, you have to believe you. You’re not ye xiner, you’re muziqiu, and you’re –”

“Enough!”

Muzi’s cold voice interrupted. A touch of sadness appeared on his face: “who am I? Is it still important now?”

“How, how doesn’t matter?” Lin Feng Leng said.

He doesn’t understand what happened to Kiko Chou.

Why did he come back from the water prison? She was like a different person.

Muziqiu sighed and said, “I’m going to get married in more than a month.”