The fla flickers and the smoke rises!
The wafting flas seed to shake out various figures.
Father and mother, are you doing well in heaven?
The crystal tears rolled around in the eye sockets, and Hao Yilian resisted to let them fall.
The mountain wind is bitter, cold and awe-inspiring.
Hao Yilian couldn't help curling up into a ball, just like a little girl abandoned by others.
The weak figure makes people feel pampered.
"Miss, if they are still there, I don't want you to be so sad."
At this ti, a pair of big old hands, with warmth, patted Hao Yilian on the shoulder.
The eyes of the old man in the green robe were filled with distress, sighs, and affection, with different expressions.
Miss, I have suffered too much recently.
Hao Mansion was shattered, and the whole mansion was killed by the sword.
Only he and the young lady are hiding in Tibet. They can't help but avoid chasing and killing them, as well as the warriors who spy on them.
Exhausted, this is their most recent state of life.
During this ti, no matter who you are against, you must be wary.
If this continues, the lady will collapse sooner or later.
After all, the young lady has never suffered, and she has been regarded as a jewel in the palm of her master since she was a child.
For so long, I was able to persevere because of her strong personality.
Now, maybe it was to hand over the treasure map, without the burden, and the pressure suddenly beca much less, which made the young lady show such a posture.
"It's okay, Grandpa Song, I'm okay."
Hao Yilian quickly wiped the tears from her face and forced a smile.
"Ugh!"
Seeing Hao Yilian's appearance, the old man in Qingpao opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and finally sighed a thousand words.
"Grandpa Song, is your injury better?"
Hao Yilian didn't seem to see the look of the Qingpao old man, and instead cared about the Qingpao old man's injury.
"This is also thanks to the dicinal pill made by Miss, which is more effective than the dicinal pill on the market.
The old wounds have long since recovered. "
The old man in Qingpao touched his beard and said to Hao Yilian with a faint smile.
"This couldn't be better."
Hearing this, Hao Yilian finally showed a happy smile.
"However, the old cultivation base has been lost for a while, I am afraid it will hardly be able to recover in the future!"
The eyes of the old man in Qingpao were lonely and unwilling. For the martial artist, it is more uncomfortable to kill them than to kill them.
If not, the old man in Qingpao still thinks about taking care of Hao Yilian, saying that it is not necessarily because he has already committed suicide.
"Grandpa Song, don't worry, there will always be a way.
Wait, wait for Lian'er to beco the alchemy master, there will always be a way to restore your strength! "
Hao Yilian looked anxious and quickly comforted the old man in Qingpao.
"Hahaha, then I will wait!"
The green-robed old man laughed and said.
"With your talent, Miss, it shouldn't be a problem to want to beco a master alchemist."
The old man in Qingpao smiled, but Hao Yilian didn't notice the sigh in his eyes.
The master of alchemy, the master of alchemy.
Just like the master of martial arts, it is extrely difficult to beco a master of alchemy.
Among a million alchemists, one may not be born.
Not falling dynasty, known as a million alchemy master, there is only one alchemy master.
That is the King of dicine King of dicine King Valley, looking for opportunities in vain.
The status is respected, the position is higher than the master of martial arts, and even higher.
Because even the master of martial arts will seek the alchemy master.
Although the young lady is talented on the way of alchemy, the resources needed for alchemy are countless.
Alchemist, who is not piled up with countless treasures of heaven and earth.
Only after experiencing countless failures can one beco a qualified alchemist.
No matter how talented it is, a huge amount of dicinal resources is required.
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