"Is this still a girl?" Chang Xi looked at the medicine mill that was falling down beside her feet and felt a little incredible. Is this medicine milling into semen?

The Spirit of Heaven turned around and said frankly: "Dad, she is also a magical weapon."

"This little girl with medicine crushing is also a magical weapon?"

Chang Xi was not interested and squatted down and looked at it carefully. After all, although Yuehong and Tianhuang on his body were ranked in the sequence of artifacts, they were both powerful weapons, but they had never seen other types of artifacts.

The little girl with a braid with a horned braid with a thunder sound, and when she heard Chang Xi's slightly questioning voice, her little cheeks suddenly bulged. She was about to refute that, in addition to the little boy named Tianhuang in front of her, there was also a flying sword swimming above her head, and a few teasing sounds were heard. After looking at Chang Xi's shoulders, there was a golden dragon looking at her!

The little girl was suddenly a little scared, her big watery eyes were full of grievances, and she pouted and said timidly: "I am really the spirit of the magic weapon. I have been here for a long time. If you don't believe me, you can ask them."

The little girl Yao Nian pointed to the dozens of magic herbs left beside her. She saw that all the magic herbs nodded. Chang Xi was amazed and couldn't help but ask curiously: "You said you have been staying in this medicine garden. Are you always taking care of the medicine garden?"

"Of course, I have been in this medicine garden since the birth of the spirit, but for a long time no one has come to take care of the medicine garden. They are all thirsty and starving! So I will help them alone." The corners of the girl's mouth raised, full of pride, as if you are coming to praise me quickly.

Chang Xi touched the girl's head, and the girl immediately smiled.

"Then tell me what you will do?"

Listening to Chang Xi's tone, not like a big villain, the little girl tilted her horns and said innocently: "I can crush the medicine."

Chang Xi felt something interesting when he heard it. He planned to tease the cute weapon spirit. He spread his palms and deliberately made a teasing look on his face, "But what's the use of only knowing how to grind medicine? It can't be made into pills."

"Not! I can also refine elixirs!" the little girl stomped her feet and said.

"I don't believe it. A lie child is not a good medicine crusher." Tian Huang, who had been disguising as a cold-hearted person, immediately seized the opportunity to show his presence, pointed at the girl's nose and laughed.

The little girl turned red with anger and her face turned red. Her mouth was pouting and she could hang an oil bottle. Her delicate and small nose was full of dissatisfaction. Chang Xi's heart suddenly moved. Doesn't this medicine-crushing child's words mean that every sentence is not fake?

Chang Xi took a deep breath, took out the jade box filled with the charm of the seven rainbows and handed it to the little girl, suppressed her expectations and said in a deep voice: "Then can you refine this fairy grass into the surviving pill?"

The little girl's eyes lit up, "Of course."

The little hand took the Qihong Spirit Rhyme, and the little girl gently put the immortal grass that was enough to motivate the female cultivator in the world into the medicine mill, and her body turned into a wisp of blue smoke and drilled into the medicine mill.

The mill tray in the medicine mill lit up and green light sprinkled on the Qihong Spirit. The mill tray was engraved with mysterious patterns. When all the patterns were lit, the mill tray alternately grinded back and forth along the arc of the mill trough.

Chang Xi's eyes were filled with golden and blue colors, and he quickly saw the clues.

Mangshanling is worthy of being the master of formations. The seemingly simple and unpretentious medicine mill actually engraved with mysterious patterns is no less than in the sky. The milling plate and the formation engraved on the milling trough complement each other, as smooth as breathing and breathing. Whenever the milling plate rolls down, the subtle formations in the milling trough, flashing rhythmically alternately between the stars in the milling plate. The seven rainbow spirit rhymes were ground into a uniform powder, and the medicinal properties were not lost at all.

The entire seven rainbow spirit was quickly ground into extremely tiny powder under Chang Xi's gaze. The little girl drilled out of the medicine mill again. With a small hand, the pile of powder in the mill trough suddenly flew into her palm and formed a high handful.

The little girl's expression was no longer as lively and naughty as before, and was replaced by the holy and solemn, which was extremely inconsistent with her face and mind. Her tender palms looked like she was holding a clear spring, slowly closing it, and gentle green light burst out between her fingers.

She clasped her palms on her chest, her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was praying.

As the green light faded, the little girl's left and right palms alternately rubbed and twisted, as if she was shaping the round and rolling appearance of the Dan Wan. After a while, the corner of the girl's mouth was full of joy, and her palms spread in front of Chang Xi, "How is it, I didn't lie to you!"

Chang Xi almost bit her tongue off.

Between those tender palms, there are nine pieces of colorful eyesight pills!

Chang Xi was rushing to take out a jade bottle from the storage bag, and poured nine stagnant pills into the bottle with trembling trembling. Listening to the crisp sound of the elixir balls hitting the jade bottle, Chang Xi sighed and really opened his eyes. There was such a magical alchemy technique in the world!

Chang Xi was in a hot heart. Such a girl must not be missed.

The medicine mill has been alone for more than ten years, and has been boring in the medicine garden and watering and catching insects all day long. Although she doesn't hate it, the feeling of loneliness makes her desperate for someone to accompany her, even if it's just a word.

The Medicine Crusher Spirit does not have its own name, maybe she has it, but the person who cast her may have been destroyed in the void.

Chang Xi gave her a simple name, Xiaoyao.

Chang Xi told the truth about the changes in the Mangshan Mausoleum over the past decade, and also told the fact that Mangshan Mausoleum might return to the void again. He looked at her big watery eyes and said, "Xiao Yao, are you willing to go out with me?"

The little girl shook her long braids and smiled and said, "Why not?"

Chang Xi smiled happily, but he didn't expect Xiaoyao to be so reasonable, but it saved him from drafting it.

Although Xiaoyao Man was young, he was neat and generous in his work. He took a drop of essence and blood from Chang Xi and merged it into his forehead to use it as a magic weapon to recognize the master. In addition to the spirit of heaven, there was a thing that looked like a medicine mill in the depths of Chang Xi's mind.

When he left this blessed land of caves, Xiaoyao, who was still like a little girl, felt deeply regretful of the remaining dozens of magic herbs that could not be taken away. He laughed and rolled up his hand and shook it, and actually absorbed the medicine garden into the medicine mill.

This scene surprised Chang Xi and quickly asked the reason. Only then did he realize that the medicine mill was given by many engraved formation patterns, it formed a natural space inside. This space is not big or small. Just now, you can put this entire medicine garden, and it can also ensure that the fairy herbs and elixirs grow as usual, and it is extremely magical.

Xiao Yao crushed his body medicine into a silver ring and put it on Chang Xi's finger. He was still outside, pointing to Chang Xi's eyebrows and smiling: "Master, Xiao Yao can sense that there is a ray of spiritual consciousness here. By communicating with Xiao Yao, you can enter and exit the medicine garden freely."

But Xiao Yao immediately laughed again and said with a laugh on his face: "It's just that the master's spiritual consciousness is still too weak now and cannot condense into a body of soul. We have to wait a long time."
Chapter completed!