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  "What... when was this?" After a moment of silence, Mo Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he asked in a clear voice. The other book friends looked on normally.

  The man in grey showed no particular change on his face, and said lightly: "It was just yesterday that I happened to pass by there and found him seriously injured on the ground. He probably saw me and you know each other, so he asked me to bring this thing to you."

  The man in grey finished speaking and lowered his eyelids. In fact, on that day when he passed by, the person was not seriously injured and fell to the ground, but had been attacked by a flying blade. He happened to rescue him, which allowed the person to avoid dying on the spot and had the opportunity to leave a message.

  This experience was not mentioned by the gray-clothed man, so Mo Qingchen naturally had no way of knowing. However, Linglong's clever mind suddenly realized why the gray-clothed man would ask to meet her here.

  The pouch contained a considerable amount of wealth, and if he were to take it out and hand it over to himself without any qualms in the bustling market, where people came and went in a mixed crowd, who knows but that some malicious person might have taken notice and brought trouble upon him.

  Although the man in grey had a dull expression, Mo Qingchu understood that this was because cultivators were used to seeing life and death, and thus looked at it lightly. To be able to entrust someone he had only met a few times with such an important task was already quite rare.

  The arrangement of meeting at the tea house made Mo Qingchen feel even more grateful for this person's thoughtfulness, and he couldn't help but have a good impression. He sincerely said, "Thank you."

  "No harm done, do you have the spiritual wine now?" The man in gray saw that the young girl, who still had a hint of childishness, was shocked by this matter, but instantly understood his arrangement. He couldn't help but be surprised by her cleverness, though his expression remained calm and collected.

  Mo Qingchen knew that the spiritual wine asked by the man in gray was not the ordinary spiritual wine she sold every day, but the one he had entrusted her to brew when he first came.

  After discovering the secret of the gourd, Mo Qingchen found an opportunity to propose to the gray-clothed man that he could also purchase the raw materials himself and didn't need him to provide them specially. The gray-clothed man had no opinion on this, and relied on the effect of the gourd. Mo Qingchen naturally made a huge profit.

  Mo Qingchen thought for a moment, took out all the spiritual wine from his storage bag and said: "I'm afraid I won't have time to come out in these days, you take them all."

  The man in grey robes waved his wide sleeves to put away the spiritual wine. He handed over a bag of spiritual stones and said, "You've just entered the middle stage of Qi refinement, you must grasp the principle of relaxation."

  This implies that she is somewhat eager for success.

  To keep the secret of Qingxin Liuli Huo, Mo Qingchen didn't even want anyone to know that he could refine pills. Although the gray-robed person had misunderstood him, he couldn't explain anything. Especially since those words implied a teaching intention, which was extremely rare for cultivators who didn't have a deep relationship like them. Mo Qingchen wasn't an ungrateful person, so he naturally felt grateful and immediately bowed his head in thanks: "Thank you for your guidance, I'll be careful."

  The man in grey didn't respond to this remark. Instead, he suddenly asked: "What's the name of that wine?"

  Mo Qingchen was dazed, from the beginning of the first brewing, the raw materials for that wine were provided by this person. She never thought of giving a name to the wine, always feeling that she was just a substitute brewer. In these three years, the gray-clothed man had never asked either.

  Mo Qingchen was taken aback for a moment, but his mind suddenly recalled that one of the ingredients of this wine was Fan Chen Cao.

  Up to now, Mo Qingchen had already learned from Mo Daxian that the reason she couldn't breathe in her body back then was because she drank the spiritual wine with Fandust Grass as a mortal. So he has an especially deep impression of Fandust Grass.

  "It's all just a misunderstanding." Mo Qingchen said casually.

  Isn't it a dusty fate? Back then, I was almost killed by it, and suffered countless ridicule and disdain.

  But why now recall that time in Chaoyang Hall and Moyuqi's tongue-tied confrontation, there is a hint of nostalgia?

  Mo Qingchen forcibly threw away his past and regained his composure.

  "What's the dust affinity?" The man in gray muttered these three words, his eyes gleaming with a faint, hidden light. He looked at Mo Qingchen steadily for a moment, and saw that this twelve or thirteen-year-old girl had a hint of desolation on her face, giving him an instant impression that transcended her current age.

  After parting with the man in grey, Mo Qingchen stood at the entrance of the market hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around, using his Wind Control Technique to hurry back to his residence.

  It's just a fleeting encounter, but if Sister Su mentions Mr. Han, I'll speak up; if she doesn't mention it at all, it's clear she doesn't care, so let's just drop the matter.

  Not bad, the owner of this storage bag is actually Han Dage, the seller of Ling tea!

  In the message, Mr. Han said he went to a strange peak, every day at sunrise, before the dew broke, he went to pick tea, for dozens of days in a row, and finally picked a lot of top-grade spiritual tea, but unexpectedly was ambushed by someone, that person suddenly attacked without warning, only to see a small eight-trigram symbol on the corner of his clothes.

  "Qing Chen, I've lived in Tianyao City for decades and have come to realize that among all the people I've met, only you possess a clever mind without losing your innocence. That's why I'm entrusting this matter to you. As an old man, I've been operating my spiritual tea business frugally, and by now, I've accumulated considerable wealth, which is all stored in this treasure pouch. Unfortunately, my unfilial son Han Ping left the Yao Guang sect years ago without any news. If he ever returns one day, please hand over the treasure pouch to him. The few jade jars inside contain the spiritual tea I picked this time; consider them a gift for you and your ancestors as a token of gratitude."

  Recalling the last sentence of the message, Mo Qingchen didn't know whether to be surprised by Han Dage's inexplicable trust or feel sorry for his misfortune.

  Anyway, they have a four-year friendship, and Mr. Han has entrusted this matter to himself. If he has the opportunity to see his son Han Ping, he will fulfill his wish.

  Mo Qingchen could only do what she was capable of, which was not to covet Mr. Han's wealth. If she had the chance to meet Han Ping, she would fulfill her promise, but if she were asked to search for Han Ping everywhere, that would be unrealistic.

  Han Dage's sudden death made Mo Qingchen, who had gradually become accustomed to the peaceful life in Tianyao City, once again realize the cruelty of the cultivation world and the unpredictability of human affairs.

  She felt an increasing sense of urgency to refine the Liugu Dan, as unexpected events were really impossible to guard against. If something were to happen to Grandfather before she refined the Liugu Dan, she would probably regret it for the rest of her life.

  Returned home, Mo Qing couldn't care less about Grandfather's scolding and rushed straight into his room.

  "This girl, how is she becoming more and more infatuated with cultivation?" Mo Danyan shook his head, then smiled, holding a wine gourd and happily walking towards the courtyard.

  As expected, after Mo Qingchen's crazy refining of the Lingdan, she refined other ordinary dan medicines in the Qi Refining stage. Although the process was different, it was all related and the success rate was around 30% and the output rate was around 40%.

  This is just her several kinds of elixirs each practiced for a few furnaces, only to increase the feeling, if there is time in the future to refine more, it will naturally be improved.

  Finally on this day, Mo Qingchen decided to refine the Ligu Dan.