The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

"Shut up." Bei Yemo scolded Lan Yuxianyin coldly.

"Shut up, shut up, you just tell me to shut up, why don't you go to Brother Han, so we can go back to the dark night together." Lan Yuxianyin's temper also came up.

Just waiting like this, without doing anything for several days, she wondered if the person next to her had been subcontracted by a fake.

After all, Bei Yemo used to be a person who acted like the wind, so why is he procrastinating now?

"This prince has his own reasons for doing things. If you shouldn't inquire, ask less." Bei Yemo gave her a glare and said.

In fact, there were two reasons why he didn't go to look for Bei Yehan these days.

For one thing, he still wanted to meet the woman who snatched the holy leaf of Luozi from him that day. Even if it was exchanged for gold and silver, he would still take the holy leaf of Luozi into his hands.

Secondly, he wanted to know more about Bei Yehan's intention of appearing in such a low-level medicine refining competition.

From Bei Yehan's eyes, these alchemists absolutely looked down upon them, and he certainly didn't come to see these people refining medicine.

What would it be?

Now that life is extraordinary and Qionglu is on the field, although Bei Yehan is not a pharmacist, he is still sitting here, and there must be a purpose.

After thinking about it, there was only one possibility.

That is the top prize of this contest—the Divine Dream Curly Flower!

But what is the use of Shenmeng Juanhua, is it worth Beiyehan's painstaking efforts?

"Could it be..."

He suddenly thought of why the empress had sent him to Xuanji Continent to bring Bei Yehan back this time, and he also overheard the empress mentioning that the subgu on Bei Yehan's body was not in control.

Could it be that Bei Yehan wanted to obtain the Shenmeng Juanhua because of his son's heart? !

If this is the case, then it's no wonder that even Ming Bufan was dispatched.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking onto the stage, "Is it her?"

Just now both Qionglu and Mingbufan have passed the assessment and successfully qualified for the competition, and even Mingbufan's apprentice Xing Liaomu narrowly won.

He thought that there was nothing to see in this round of knowledge of medicine, but he didn't expect that the woman who snatched his holy leaf from him also appeared on the stage.

This time, he wants to see where else she can escape!

As soon as Sheng Chuxin stepped onto the stage, flakes of medicinal herbs flew up in front of her, and they came towards her one by one.

"Zhu Xin, Lily, Red Lotus Root, Nine Chrysanthemum Petals..."

One after another, the names of the medicines spit out from her lips, as if she didn't need to think about it. Wherever she pointed her finger, which medicine material would fall to the ground.

Everyone in the audience screamed in surprise, and some couldn't help but hold their breath, listening to the name of the medicine in Sheng Chuxin's mouth.

They have never seen anyone who can say the name of the medicine so accurately and so quickly, without even needing to change it.

The rule of the medicine recognition competition is that as long as you can recognize the names of as many medicinal materials within a quarter of an hour, it doesn't matter how many medicinal materials the person fails to recognize.

But at this moment, Sheng Chuxin on the stage did not leave a single medicinal material, and they all reported their names.

"Spirit wind grass, water fine wind grass, magic wind grass, human wind grass..."

On the stage, Sheng Chuxin was still reporting the names of various herbs, and on the higher platform, a man in white stood facing the wind, looking down at Sheng Chuxin, who had no waves in his eyes.

"This girl is interesting."

Tomb-sweeping day is coming soon, and it is a good time for outing. Where are you going to go, dear ones?