After listening to my voice, the entire sect was saved.

Two hundred years should be enough for Li Mingxin to break through to the Transformation Stage.

To break through the Transformation Period, the Transformation Pill is very important, if there is a person who is proficient in pharmacology and keeps it by his side, it is a good thing.

Now, Nangong Youmu's life is in Li Mingxin's hands.

Nangong Youmu also had to make this oath, being able to bend and stretch, not touching the bottom line, taking care of the injuries of the four people, and not leaving the root of the disease, is the most important thing at the moment.

"I, Nangong Youmu, swear to the sky.

Nangong Youmu raised three fingers again, and solemnly swore an oath to the demons in his heart.

"In the next two hundred years, I Nangong Youmu will be Li Mingxin, deal with the analysis, cultivation and care of the spiritual plant, and there must be no dissent, otherwise the heart will be haunted by demons and will not die well.

"That's pretty much it.

Li Mingxin raised his eyes, and he still admired Nangong Youmu's knowledge of current affairs.

As for these four people, if they want a good place to recuperate, that's easy to do.

Li Mingxin was directly inside the black flag, condensing an opaque isolation prohibition, isolating all the sound and light outside, even the yin and ghost qi could not penetrate it.

In the isolation and prohibition, the ears of the four of them finally calmed down, and they no longer had to listen to the creepy ghost screams.

Dongfang Youjin hurriedly took out the lamp, bed, bedding, etc. from the storage wrench, and then put the half-dead water in the west gate and the fire in the north hall.

It's good that there is a fire in the north hall, and it will be able to fully recover after a few years of cultivation.

As for Simon with water, it is difficult to recover if he does not lie down for ten or eight years.

"I hate

Li Mingxin!" Ximen, who was half-asleep and half-awake, had water, his face was gloomy and bitter, and his hatred for Li Mingxin was like a surging flood.

However, his body couldn't move, and like a humanoid ice sculpture, hatred was also white hatred.

Ximen Youshui, who has always been infinitely beautiful and peerless, is now miserable with a pretty face and a stiff body, similar to the person lying in the coffin.

I have to say, it's really miserable.

Dongfang Youjin saw that Ximen Youshui looked wrong, so he could only send a voice to comfort:

"Fortunately, there is a life." Contentment, patience, forgiveness, ignoring Li Mingxin, forgiving Li Mingxin, for the sake of the righteousness of the sect.

Simon Youshui obviously heard the reassurance of the senior brother.

But if he could speak at this time, he would definitely jump up from the bed and scold:

"Go to

the righteousness of the sect of his fork!" Yes!

the righteousness of the sect of his fork!

In his past and present lives, Li Mingxin also scolded this.

At the beginning, when the people in the sect pressed her with the words "the great righteousness of the sect," all of them were righteous and awe-inspiring, and all of them were eight feet tall!

Now it is the turn of this West Gate to have water, but this West Gate has water, but they are reluctant to bear this "great righteousness of the sect."

According to the calculation of the previous life, there is at least one year before the Sanqing Xuanfrost Flower sprouts.

Li Mingxin stayed in the black banner with peace of mind, studying and cultivating her earth-based exercises.

Three days later, there was a slight success.

And Nangong Youmu and others were also in the isolation and prohibition, recuperating with peace of mind for three days.

Nangong Youmu is still very weak, his face is still very white, and his facial lines are still cold and hard, but he has an alternative decadent beauty.

Li Mingxin was very merciful, and deliberately gave her grass slave three days to recuperate, and then called out Nangong Youmu alone.

Although, Nangong Youmu thinks that he is a grass farmer, not a grass slave.

But in Li Ming's heart, that guy is a slave if he is sent.

"Can it be restored?" Across a transparent netherworld enchantment, Li Mingxin, as the master, asked casually.

Nangong Youmu was neither humble nor arrogant, and replied cross-legged: "It's not so fast, it will take at least three years to recover completely."

"Three years is three years, anyway, if you don't die."

Li Mingxin's tone and expression were all genuinely indifferent, and he immediately said,

"Tell me specifically about the Sanqing Xuanshuang Flower." By the way, always remember the great oath you swore and tell me that all you know, don't fool or hide it.

Nangong Youmu's expression was calm and cold, even a little colder than Li Mingxin's expression.

However, he still answered Li Mingxin's questions with a single glance and word by word, as if reading from a book.

"The Sanqing Xuanfrost Flower is an extremely rare high-level spiritual plant, which can greatly improve the physique of monks.

Occasionally, it is seen in the place where the aura of the mountain is strong, likes yin, is not cold-resistant, and cannot help the wind blows.

When he was born, he was thin and transparent, and gradually cleared his body, and finally had three milky white leaves on his head, each gathering a breath of fresh air..."

Nangong Youmu said rigidly and seriously, word by word, and said a lot.

Li Mingxin listened word by word, and took a small notebook and wrote it down.

However, she soon realized that she didn't have to do it herself, after all, she had a grass slave medicine slave serf.

Anyway, she has a slave here.

So, Li Mingxin was patient, and after listening to Nangong Youmu's lecture on Sanqing Xuanshuanghua, he praised lightly:

"It's very good, and it's a good memory."

Nangong Youmu was kneeling cross-legged in the Yin and Netherworld Enchantment, looking at Li Mingxin, who was haunted by ghosts, and was noncommittal.

Li Mingxin didn't mind Nangong Youmu's dead appearance, and then instructed the slave:

"You just said it very well, write everything you just said in the booklet, write it down, and give it to me."

Nangong Youmu's lips were tightly closed, and he did not nod in agreement.

Li Mingxin said lightly: "Regarding the matter of Lingzhi herbs, everything is at my command, don't forget."

Nangong Youmu no longer defended, took out the booklet, and copied the things that were originally in his mind, and copied them one by one on the booklet.

I have to say that Nangong Youmu's wooden fingers are slender and powerful, which is very good-looking, and when you hold a pen and write with such fingers, it looks even better.

Li Mingxin suddenly smiled and said with one hand: "I suddenly regret it." "

What do you regret?" Nangong asked without raising his head.

Li Ming's heart was full of ghosts, and he smiled and said, "Since the lives of the four of you are in my hands, the oath I want you to make is simply too light."

Nangong had a wooden hand holding the pen, and paused slightly.

Then I heard Li Mingxin say again: "As long as you are a grass farmer, it is too cheap for you." You're so useful, wouldn't it be better to be a servant slave who has to do everything?

Nangong Youmu lowered his head and lowered his eyes and said: "Soldiers can be killed, but they cannot be humiliated." If you want me to bring tea and water, I can't swear so happily. "

Ha!" Li Mingxin raised his lips and said with a wicked smile, "It's a good thing to be a slave and only serve tea and water." If you were to be my slave, you would have to hunt and cook for me, and kneel down and put on your shoes.

Nangong Youmu said: "Then I will kill you first."

"No, no, no. Li Mingxin shook his head and sneered, "Your killing order is wrong." In your current situation, you should kill yourself first, and then I will kill the hardest of the three of them. In the end, the one who can bend and stretch can endure humiliation and steal life, and continue to be a slave for me. "