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Chapter 372

After confirming a candidate.

Jun Qingyue still didn't slacken.

Zhao Bushu, the young master of the Zhao family, was training outside, and it would take two days to come back. Jun Qingyue looked at a lot of horoscopes during the two days of waiting, and found that no one was in line with it.

Therefore, she concluded that the person she calculated here, Zhao Bushen should be the one who Zhao Bushen was no longer in the past.

Two days passed in a flash.

I soon waited for the news that someone would return to Fengdu.

After receiving the news, Jun Qingyue went directly to Zhao's mansion.

The Zhao family is a big family in Fengdu, with attendants guarding inside and outside, and a god king in the family is in charge. Most people will never dare to trespass.

However, Jun Qingyue and Tiansha's strength have surpassed them, and the Zhao family is not worth mentioning to them.

Jun Qingyue successfully sneaked into the Zhao family.

She hid her figure along the way, relied on her own strength, and avoided all kinds of people in the mansion and successfully arrived at the yard of the head of the Zhao family.

There are many people in the yard of the head of the Zhao family.

I heard that the young master brought back the spiritual herbs, so I came here to see it specially.

Among the crowd, there was a handsome boy with a tall figure, and there was a bit of domineeringness between his eyebrows.

No matter how you look at it, you will be someone who can bear great responsibilities in the future.

Jun Qingyue's eyes flashed slightly.

Zhao Bushang was surrounded by everyone. After he handed over the spirit herbs to the alchemist, the alchemist immediately went to prescribe medicine to the head of the family.

But after handing over the spirit grass, he did not leave for a long time.

Waiting outside.

After waiting for about half an hour, the alchemist came out of the Zhao family's room again.

"Young Master, I'm really sorry. With my strength, I'm not enough to remove the poison from the head of Zhao's family. The spiritual herb you retrieved can only be used to temporarily delay the spread of toxins, but if you want to truly save the head of the family, I can only use it to save the spirit grass you have recovered.

...I'm afraid it's..."

The alchemist sighed heavily.

When Zhao Bushang heard this, he immediately understood the alchemist's meaning: "You can say clearly that no matter what you need, I, Zhao Bushang, will definitely do my best to find my father. Just say it."

"Then I'll just say that this Bibo grass is very toxic. Unless a god-level alchemist comes to eliminate the poison, otherwise, the excessively violent toxicity will make the head of the Zhao family rush to the underworld faster."

The alchemist's face was full of vicissitudes, and his gray hair was incompatible with the surroundings:

"It's not that you're making alarmist statements, it's really hard to find this god-level alchemist. To be honest, there are only a handful of god-level alchemists in the world. They are either wandering around or have a weird temper, and they will never come out to save people.

Yes, the only god-level alchemist who knows his residence and is kind and generous is the only one who knows his place."

Speaking of this.

No need to talk about it further, everyone knows what it means.

It means that if there is no god-level alchemist, it will be useless to retrieve the spirit herb.

Finding a god-level alchemist is much more difficult than finding a spiritual herb.

If you can't find anything else, if you can see the Emperor, the Emperor will definitely help, but unfortunately, ordinary people are not qualified to meet the Emperor.

It is possible that you can't even go to the outer palace.

Not to mention meeting the emperor?

Zhao Bushen was silent.

What should I do?

"Is there no other way?"

"...Young Master, let me beg you, I have tried my best. Unless you can find a god-level alchemist within five days, everything will be in vain. Even if the god Daluo comes, there is no way and there is no way to go back.

Oh my God!"

The alchemist shook his head and left.

I don't seem to want to say more.

Zhao Bushen lowered his head, and there was rarely any pain on his face.

What should he do?

In such a short time, where can he go to find a god-level alchemist?

Seeing this, Jun Qingyue couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a mess of people in the world."

Tiansha looked around, puzzled: "Sir, is it possible? Are you planning to ask the Emperor to take action for him?"

“Not to.”

Jun Qingyue turned around and said, "Let's go out first."

"yes."

Tiansha didn't dare to ask too much, so he followed Jun Qingyue and went out.

I thought the emperor and the empress were planning to go back and discuss countermeasures, but unexpectedly, after Jun Qingyue left the mansion, she came directly to the gate of the Zhao family.

Jun Qingyue canceled the hiding technique on her body.

Tiansha chased her and hurriedly said, "Sir, are you?"

"Don't he need a god-level alchemist? Unfortunately, so do I."

Jun Qingyue answered casually, and Tiansha suddenly paused, as if he was scared by this statement.

He is worthy of being the emperor and empress...

He is actually a god-level alchemist.

"Who is coming!"

Jun Qingyue stepped forward, and the servant in front of Zhao's house quickly scolded her, blocking her way.

She was neither humble nor arrogant, and she went straight to the point: "I am a god-level alchemist. I heard that your head is sick? If you don't want him to die, let me in now."

As soon as these words were spoken, the attendant at the door suddenly widened his eyes, and his cold attitude quickly softened, and he was even a little scared.

"You...you wait, we will report to the young master immediately!"

The attendant at the door ran away without saying a word. Regardless of whether the young master needs this god-level alchemist, just the other party's identity, no matter what, you have to come in!

At this moment, inside the Zhao family—

Zhao Bushang sat next to the bed of the Zhao family leader, on the bed. The middle-aged man's gray and green face was scary, and the whole room was filled with a decay.

Zhao Bushang sighed, he really tried his best.

Now this is really...too difficult.

Where do you want to find a god-level alchemist?

"Young Master! Young Master! An alchemist came outside the sect!" The attendant ran over in panic, his excitement overwhelmed.

Zhao Bushen frowned: "I'm so panicked, what kind of pharmacist is it that he reacts like this?"

"Young Master, the person who came said that he was a god-level alchemist! Our master has not yet recovered for so long. See if you want to invite the alchemist outside in to see..."

The servant only felt a gust of wind blowing. When he looked again, the young master who was originally sitting by the bed was gone.

At the same time, outside the door...

Jun Qingyue was sitting at the door, and the servant beside her fanned her, and some fruits and vegetables were placed in front of her.

It looks like it's served well.

Jun Qingyue couldn't help but admire her.

It is rare to see such a superb family.

He actually knew that he would give her tea and water first.

Not bad.

Not long after Jun Qingyue sat down, suddenly, a figure of Fengfeng Huohuo walked towards him.

The boy rushed over and when he arrived at the door, he saw Jun Qingyue sitting comfortably.

His eyes swept across Jun Qingyue's face, with a little surprise in his eyes, but soon he realized:

"I guess you are a god-level alchemist. I'm here to go to Zhao Bushang, so I'll pay homage to you."


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