Broken Night

Chapter 111 - Guan Dan

Murong Jie, who was like a graceful son, came with a smile from the corner of his mouth, and without looking at the crowd, he walked up the stairs and disappeared into the upper floor.

The people in the lower layers held their breaths and pricked up their ears.

Xu Yan and the others were amused, they would encounter this at any restaurant.

It seems that the popularity of this restaurant is not because of the famous food, but because of this month's gathering.

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On the upper floor, a group of young people were chatting casually.

Some hold the cups in mutual respect, while others are talking eloquently.

Most of the topics discussed were related to medicine or Dan Tao.

Because this is Pingnan, the Holy Land of Pill Dao.

Regardless of the north and the south, Pingnan is recognized as the strongest medical holy place. Whether it is from diagnosis to medicine, or alchemy, he is the strongest. Countless doctors, alchemists and tattooists are rushing to Pingnan.

On the upper floor, there is a surrounding wine table but it is as calm as water.

A teenager was sitting here pondering for himself, but drinking tea.

Looking closely, all the young people in the upper class were drinking tea and not drinking alcohol.

This is the doctor's rule.

Drinking alcohol can cause confusion in the doctor's mind, and this kind of confusion is never tolerated by the doctor.

Regardless of medical skills or alchemy, they all focus on precision, which is not bad at all.

As the saying goes, the difference is a thousand miles away.

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Seeing Murong Jie's arrival, the eyes of all the young people or women lit up and greeted them one after another. However, some women's eyes showed admiration. With Murong Jie's outstanding appearance and his aristocratic demeanor, he was undoubtedly the image of a lover that countless women dreamed of.

And the boy who had been silent the whole time also opened his eyes.

His eyes are very big and energetic, like two stars suspended in the night sky. Although he looks young, he has a calm air.

The young people on the upper floors of the restaurant split into two factions in an instant, one faction surrounded Murong Jie, and the other group surrounded the young man.

That boy was naturally the son of the Hei family—Ping Qing.

Pingqing didn't stand up either, just waved his hand casually: "Mr. Murong, please take a seat."

Murong Jie clasped his fists and smiled, "You're welcome here."

The two faced each other from a distance, looking at each other across the platform.

The voice went straight to the bottom, and some spectators who were familiar with the situation below praised: "Mr. Murong's temperament is hearty, and he really deserves to be the most powerful young generation to compete with the Hei family."

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Pingqing's expression was indifferent, but on that slightly immature face, there was a temperament that only children of aristocratic families possessed, as if he didn't take everything into his eyes: "At the beginning of the meeting of the great people, if there are various kinds of disagreements. Any incomprehensions about the Medicine Pill Dao can be made public here.”

"Our Pingnan Renjiehui is a place to promote the progress of all the lords. We are the future of Pingnan as a city, so that Pingnan will not be called green and yellow."

"I Pingqing don't mind that there are people with high medical skills exchanging medical skills and alchemy experience with you, but if you want to divide Pingnan... it is no longer a matter of our Renjiehui, but a matter of Pingnan as a whole. "

Hearing Ping Qing's indifferent words, Murong Jie's always gentle smile faded, and then he clasped his fists and said, "Young Master Ping said very well, the younger generation like me should take it as our responsibility to keep our Pingnan glorious."

Ping Qing's words were so powerful that even those who supported Murong Jie had to repeatedly say yes.

However, Pingqing seemed very indifferent to this, and waved his hand a little casually: "Let's start."

The monthly gathering of the Renjiehui began, but not only ordinary people gathered at the lower level, but many tattooists or doctors also came.

The so-called "renjie" means "Junjie" among people.

Even if the age requirement for the Renjiehui is under 20 years old, they are the most outstanding disciples of aristocratic families in Pingnan to be eligible to enter. Therefore, although they are young, they have their own set of understandings regardless of medical skills and alchemy.

The arguments and exchanges between them are very useful to those doctors or tattooists who came from Mupingnan.

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More than half an hour has passed.

All the younger generations are talking to each other about their doubts about medicine and alchemy, but there is also the meaning of mutual consideration. And in this, just as the people in front of him will be divided into two factions. The Heike faction and the Murong faction are always attentive to each other. Often, if one faction asks a question while the other is thinking hard, the one who asks the question will be proud.

Pingqing frowned at all this, but did not say anything to stop it. Although it is a bit against the original intention of the Renjiehui, it is also a way to promote progress, so he can only let it go.

At this time, Murong Jie smiled and stood up: "I have some questions about the Dan Dao technique, and I want to ask Young Master Ping for advice."

Pingqing just glanced at him lightly: "It's okay to say it straight."

When the entire restaurant heard Murong Jie's voice, it was even more silent and held its breath.

coming!

Murong Jie smiled casually and said, "In the early days, if you had an understanding of the way of alchemy, you could refine one elixir, but this furnace only produced one elixir. I didn't dare to act rashly, but after all, it was elixir that came from enlightenment. Dan is also quite curious about this. Please ask the Heike son to watch Dan.”

His words shocked the entire restaurant.

Dan Wu!

The so-called Dan Wu is just like the epiphany of the tattoo artist. It's just that the epiphany of the tattoo artist is related to the battle of tattoo skills, the epiphany of the tattoo artist is related to the perception of his tattoo, and the enlightenment of the alchemist is the epiphany of the alchemist when he makes alchemy.

These epiphanies are unavoidable. The epiphany itself is equivalent to a kind of adventure, and the alchemist's alchemy will produce all kinds of whimsy and refine some special medicinal pills. These medicinal pills themselves do not have medicinal formulas, but are made out of thin air based on Dan Wu. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they are unique in the world.

I saw Murong Jie slapped the jade card of the family crest from his waist, and a wooden box the size of a slap appeared in the palm of his hand. He threw it at Ping Qing, but Ping Qing just took it at will, and opened the wooden box.

call……

A burst of Danxiang came to the nostrils, filling the entire restaurant in an instant, and the faces of those who smelled were intoxicated.

What kind of dan is it that can possess such dan incense.

And some of the old tattoo masters who are good at alchemy are shaking their heads and smiling, now the Hei family is in trouble. They are all seniors in the Dan Dao, but although they don't know the efficacy of the medicine, they can already judge that this is infinitely close to the third-level tattoo.

And Pingqing is limited to cultivation, and can only refine first-order medicinal pills, and second-order pills are already reluctant. How can he observe pills and distinguish pills for such medicinal pills that are close to third-order?

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Pingqing ignored everything around him, looked at the round medicine pill in the wooden box carefully, and then said, "The colour of the medicine pill is pink, and it is round and wishful. The appearance of the medicine pill is foggy, but it does not disperse."

He took a deep breath again, as if he had sucked the mist that filled his body into his nose, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly said: "The smell has bursts of psychedelic meaning, directly invading the spirit, and its power is huge. It looks good, this is a magic pill.”

Everyone who was planning to read Ping Qing's jokes had a stagnant expression on their faces.

Magic Dan?