On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

The frowning Futuzi quickly sent the three best demon pills to Yuliyuan.

Entering the courtyard, under the warm yellow halo, Ning Qingqing's small figure curled up in a ball, shrank in the corner of the West Wing, holding her knees while reading.

Futuzi looked up at the sky.

The night is deep, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

The lady's figure looked so lonely, so pitiful, so sad, and sad.

Chief Ouchi couldn't help taking Yun Shuimiao out again and whip the corpse in his heart.

He clasped his fat hands and stepped cautiously into the West Chamber.

In the heavy gold book, Ning Qingqing raised a small face that was unlovable: "It's just time, Futuzi, come and take a look. Here, why does Yingfangzhou need no tribute over the years?"

Futuzi slapped his thigh fiercely in his heart.

Here comes, this is not here! Poor madam, hearing Yun Shuimiao chasing Daojun to Yingfangzhou, she didn't dare to ask directly, so she knocked on the side like this.

What this Dao couple has done is really sad.

But what can he do? He couldn't think of anything.

A handful of tears from the old father was wiped in his heart, and the Futuzi replied sadly: "I don't know..."

Ning Qingqing: "..." Isn't it right? As the general manager, isn't the business so good? !

She felt that when Xie Wuwang came back to test her knowledge, she could pull up the Futuzi to cushion her back.

After a long while, the director of Ouchi regained his consciousness: "Oh, madam, you are asking about the tribute. Hey, the island area of ​​Yingfangzhou, birds don’t shit, chickens don’t lay eggs, and their spiritual power is thin. It's almost nothing. It's not easy for the monks on that piece of land to support themselves. Naturally, there is no need for them to pay tribute."

Ning Qingqing nodded suddenly: "Why is that?"

Futuzi: "..." The ghost knows why!

He knew that when Daojun and his wife had a relationship problem, he would always be tortured.

Ning Qingqing questioned solemnly: "Spiritual power comes from the five elements. Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth are the basic elements that make up nature. Except for the magic abyss that is infiltrated and polluted by the demon breath, there must be five elements in any place. , The five elements grow together..."

There was a loud noise in the head of Futuzi, as if he had returned to the boyhood when the master was forced to memorize all kinds of cultivation knowledge by rote-it was really bitter!

He handed the demon pill dizzyly, and interrupted hurriedly: "Here, ma'am, this is what you want."

"Ah!" Ning Qingqing put down the gold book, poked her head out of the ocean of knowledge, and after relieving her breath, stretched out her hand to take the demon pill, "Thank you!"

The three heavy Demon Pills are all top grades.

As soon as she started, she keenly felt the same kind of breath. She touched the three demon pills one by one, and without exception, there were spores dormant in them.

These demon pill were stripped of the body of the demon beast and stored for a long time, and the spores in the pill core had entered a dormant state.

Ning Qingqing was nervous and excited, and his heart throbbed. The rhino monster might have been an accident at that time, but four consecutive demon pills were in this condition, so she could boldly draw a conclusion-all the monster beasts were controlled by the influence of the black spores!

The evil black spore is extremely cruel and bloodthirsty, and perhaps it is under its influence that the monster beast will rush to kill the human city regardless of the will of the king of monsters.

What if... all monsters are no longer bloodthirsty, but faithfully surrender to the king of all monsters, and the king of all monsters has made good friends with kind creatures?

An unprecedented fierce sentiment surged in Ning Qingqing's chest, and the tsunami-like passion rushed into her heart, and it took a long time to calm down.

Blinked slowly.

It's too early to think about that now!

She let out a long sigh, settled her mind, and stuck out the mycelium into the epidermis of the demon core.

Sure enough, black mycelium was densely covered underneath.

She didn't rush her hands, but raised her head and looked at the floating tuzi suspiciously: "No one found some black foreign objects in the demon pill?"

Although the spores and hyphae are extremely subtle and invisible to the naked eye, the monk is not a mortal corpse, how much should he perceive it?

Futuzi sighed silently, and thought to himself that Madam really didn't belong to her mind, so she said something and nothing.

He didn't show it on his face, and replied with a smile: "It's impurities, all demon pills are contained in them. Before refining medicine and refining equipment, they must be calcined and tempered to get rid of them. Madam, I need your subordinates to deal with it for you. Are there impurities in the demon pill?"

Ning Qingqing knew it, and said, "No, thank you!"

"The subordinate retires?"

"Uh-huh."

Ning Qingqing stared at the demon pill in his palm.

It seems that no one knows the secret of the fungus.

The host is dead, these black spores can only hibernate in the demon pill and cannot move. For the monk, they are indeed no different from impurities.

She didn't say any more, the mycelium struck the demon pill, and immediately fought with the black spores entrenched in it.

Severe pain struck her mind, Ning Qingqing's face became pale with a brush, her brows frowned, her slender body crumbling.

The Futuzi who walked to the courtyard couldn't help but glanced out of the window and saw her pitiful appearance. The smile on her fat face immediately collapsed, revealing the sadness of the old father.

Look, he knows that the lady is smiling in front of others.

Obviously so sad, I still have to hold on to it. How can you keep holding on? Daojun is a career fanatic who is incomprehensible. If his wife is so bored and wronged, never expect Daojun to find out in his own conscience and learn to love others.

The broken Futuzi couldn't even handle the chores.

He was pacing irritably in the empty Qianyuan Hall.

Eh? and many more!

The madam asked herself about Ying Fangzhou in the tone of academic discussion...

Futuzi's chubby body leaped high in the hall and slapped his chin fiercely!

When Futuzi once again returned to Yuliyuan under the starlight, Ning Qingqing had just won three tragic battles and absorbed the power of three spores. At this moment, he was in a state of wandering with sluggish eyes and all four spores.

"Madam! Do you feel that behind Ying Fangzhou's inability to gather spiritual power, there is a huge conspiracy hidden behind?" The fat military master lowered his voice mysteriously.

He is so witty.

Ning Qingqing looked up at him blankly: "Ah."

"Why don't you go to Yingfangzhou to investigate?" Futuzi frantically handed steps to Ning Qingqing's feet.

Ning Qingqing didn't even think about it, and nodded directly: "Well, well, you have the final say."

Futuzi quietly spread his fat hands--what else could he do, he was carrying the pot he asked for.

"The subordinate will now prepare travel matters and report to the Daojun by the way."

Ning Qingqing is like a well-behaved doll, sitting on the ground and nodding.

After a while, her eyes lit up with hindsight: "Are you going to go out? On business?"

Futuzi, whose heart is like a mirror, nodded, "Isn't it! A very important business matter! It's definitely not my wife who misses Daojun."

Ning Qingqing was so happy that she bent her eyes, held her heart in her hands, and sighed: "It's great—"

Such a legitimate reason to avoid studying...Futuzi is such a good person!

Seeing a heartfelt smile on her pale little face, the old father Futuzi was moved and sad.

"Can I bring more Demon Pills on the road?" Ning Qingqing was a little embarrassed, "It will be recorded on Xie Wuwang's account first."

"Hey! Little thing! Madam, give me the Qiankun bag, I'll install it."

Ning Qingqing suddenly collapsed.

Her universe bag has been torn into pieces by the fluff monster.

In the end, Futuzi, who was a father and a mother, contributed a universe bag, filled a bag full of demon pills, and used an abacus to carry Ning Qingqing on the road.

The journey is too long and it is not suitable for teleportation, only the imperial weapon can fly over, and it will take nearly a month to walk.

Along the way, Ning Qingqing concentrated on dealing with the evil spores in the demon pill.

Her skills in manipulating mycelium were already perfect. After adapting to the fight with the black spores, she began to try to swallow the spores entrenched in the core without damaging the demon pill.

Practicing this technique is very exhausting. It is not only necessary to suppress the intense pain in the soul, but also to condense all the mental power to accurately manipulate each strand of mycelium, and lock the battlefield firmly in place. No matter how tragic the fight, it can’t. Move a bit.

It's like scraping the bone to cure poison while threading the needle.

Ning Qingqing tossed herself to death.

Repeated failures, repeated defeats and battles, the more the battles, the more courageous.

Her direction became clear bit by bit.

"Madam, you don't have to work so hard!" Futuzi looked at her increasingly haggard face, frowning her eyebrows, "It's too hard! Although the perfect demon pill is very valuable after the impurity is removed without injury, but we Daojun doesn’t need money so much, and you don’t need to work so hard to subsidize your family."

He didn't know about mushrooms, only that Ning Qingqing was using delicate techniques to eliminate impurities in the demon pill.

Ning Qingqing slowly raised her face.

The intense fatigue made her face pale as paper, and her cheeks were slightly sunken, but her eyes were much brighter than before.

"Fotuzi," her voice was tired but firm, "in the past, I couldn't find my direction, and I couldn't start if I wanted to work hard. I could only watch that I was worse than others, staying aimlessly, and then Accept defeat and accept your fate."

Futuzi was stunned for a moment: "...ah."

"But now, I have found my ideal!" She was so tired that her eyelids drooped slightly, but her dark eyes were light. "It is difficult, but I can see it! This is the first time I sincerely thought. To do one thing, it’s really nothing to put in some hard work. I just don’t think I have enough time."

If she can get rid of the evil spores in the monster pill without injury, the next step, she can try to solve the spores in the body for the living monsters... She dare not think about longer things, because she is still in the first step. Never crossed.

Futuzi was stunned and nodded: "Oh, oh."

So, does Madam want to abandon repair and go into business?