Chapter 11 Alchemy Master, You Ying
Alchemy? is it hard? Is it harder than killing someone? Is it harder than fighting time with a scalpel and death?
Feng Xingying didn't dare to say anything else, but it seemed that it was not much more difficult than rubbing jelly beans.
As for such an inferior hemostasis pill, do you have to use your own spiritual fire to refine it? The spirit fire of the nine princesses is really worthless.
At this moment, the surrounding voices were discussing, but everyone's focus was obviously not on the pill, but on the person who made the pill.
"I heard that Miss Feng Family was disfigured a few days ago. Now the Ninth Princess Nangong Yulian is the most well-deserved beauty in our Dali Kingdom."
"Of course, the nine princesses are unparalleled in beauty, and their talents are even more unparalleled, much stronger than that vase."
"Shh, I heard that the one from the Feng family was turned over by a few hooligans. I really want to see if His Royal Highness's hat is green."
Listening to the surrounding voices, the little palace maid had an obvious look on her face, and she stopped talking:
"Shut up, don't compare that kind of stuff with my princess, even just that kind of lowly person is worthy?"
The onlookers nodded, and the little palace maid was right.
Just based on that broken vase that was raped and disfigured, is it worthy to be compared with our nine princesses?
Feng Xingying's lips twitched slightly, and she laughed softly, as if those rumors were not referring to her.
It's just that she is obviously not a good-natured person.
She Feng Xingying never held a grudge, because she had a grudge, and she avenged it on the spot.
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Outside the Treasure Pavilion, it was cold.
Even the Jubao Pavilion lobby has no guests.
Because of the people, they all went to Tianning Pharmacy.
There are beauties, medicinal herbs, and mysterious alchemy scenes.
"Why don't you make alchemy in public?" At this moment, the only guest in the pavilion suddenly said.
Sister Mei, the steward of the Treasure Pavilion, looked helplessly at the woman in front of her. She was slender but not lacking in heroism, and her voice was nice but not pretentious. She just wore a carved black-silver mask that only covered the position below the eyes. , apparently deliberately concealing his true identity.
Faced with this kind of question of ignorance, Sister Mei's usual habit is to push back.
But the businessman's intuition gave her a mysterious hope. Anyway, she was idle, so she explained to her: "Obviously, there is no alchemist in the shop."
"But do you have pills?" The woman asked knowingly, and a treacherous arc appeared on the corners of her mouth hidden under the mask.
This woman is obviously Feng Xingying. Of course, she came prepared after knowing the situation of Treasure Pavilion. In order to prevent encountering acquaintances, she thought of her from the veil, she simply spent the little savings on her body and rented a silver shop to make a mask herself.
Instead, Sister Mei became interested in Feng Xingying and explained carefully: "Our medicinal pills are all from a distinguished guest, please forgive the inconvenience of revealing his name."
"If so, would I be willing to demonstrate alchemy for you?" Feng Xingying said loudly, but she was not in a hurry to raise the money, although she was really in short supply.
A glimmer of hope flashed in Sister Mei's eyes: "I don't know what the girl is called?"
"Alchemist, Youying."
"Youying girl, please come in~~"
Feng Xingying smiled slightly and walked forward with magnanimity.
A flash of surprise flashed in Sister Mei's eyes. Although this person was hiding his head and showing his tail, his gestures revealed a kind of nobility, not the frizzy pride of those low-level alchemists in Shendan Valley.
It is a kind of self-confidence that radiates from the bones, and there is no need to deliberately disguise at all, and it has already shown incisively and vividly in every gesture.
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