Unrivaled Miracle Doctor and the God-Defying Demonic Consort

The glow of light lasted for a stick of incense before it slowly dissipated.

The Dean of the Alchemy Academy slowly walked out the door, and on the steps, there were already many Alchemy Masters waiting for him.

"The Dean."

"The Dean."

"The Dean!"

As soon as he appeared, everyone shouted.

"Is someone enlightening the Twelve Pills?" He said lightly.

The dean of the Alchemy Academy, the bones of the fairy wind, the white hair and the flowing white hair, the broad robe on his body, was blown up by the breeze, as if he had to take the wind at any time.

The alchemy master standing below him is a master respected by everyone inside and outside the alchemy courtyard.

However, at this time, in front of him, they are all respectful

Hearing what he said, one person stood up and saluted: "Back to the dean, yes."

"Oh? This is a happy event in my Alchemy Academy. Apart from Xinghai, among the disciples of this generation, no one can comprehend the Twelve Alchemy Dao." The dean of the Alchemy Academy smiled kindly, and his eyes were on them. Walking around, "Which one of your disciples is it?"

However, his question caused these alchemy masters to become stupefied, and their expressions were slightly embarrassed.

Their response made the head of the Alchemy Academy frowned strangely.

Finally, the one who spoke before gritted his teeth and said: "Yes... is a new beginner disciple."

"A new beginner disciple?" The dean of the Alchemy Academy showed an interesting expression in his eyes. He said: "This has not yet reached the time for the inner court assessment, but there are new disciples."

Smiled slightly, "Is it the Lord Mu of Falling Star City? Or his companion?"

"The dean is wise, and the person who has enlightened the twelve alchemy is the same City Master Mu." The man arched his hands.

The dean of the Dandao Academy raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Very good. I remember, he has been hospitalized for more than four months."

"Yes."

"In more than four months, he was able to comprehend all the twelve alchemy paths. This comprehension is much higher than Xinghai! Moreover, he is now the number one in the Qingying list and the only saint in the Middle Ages Refining master.” The Dean of the Alchemy Academy said slowly. His eyes fell on these people, and he suddenly joked: "You all ran to me, did you think about accepting disciples?"

This sentence made many people embarrassed.

When they came here, they really moved the mind of accepting disciples, and wanted him, the dean, to be the master.

However, the dean of the Alchemy Academy slowly shook his head and sighed: "I heard that he came in as a god-level alchemist. Xinghai also said that he has the perfect realm that our alchemist dreams of. It refreshed the record of the Alchemy Academy, and realized the twelve alchemy. What do you think you can teach him? Even the old man dare not pretend to be a master or apprentice before him."

These words hit a group of alchemists.

Indeed, Mu Qingge's starting point was too high, even if they wanted to accept this defying apprentice, they didn't have the ability to teach.

"Put your minds away. To him, the Alchemy Academy is just a passer-by. He is not a thing in the pool, and he is destined to not be able to stay here for long. If you want, you can stay here while he is still there. Time, forge a good relationship with him, and give him more help, maybe there will be unexpected results in the future." The dean of the Dandao Academy said.

Master Dan Dao, collectively silent.

"Um... Dean, I don't know whether to say something inappropriate." The person who spoke before said hesitantly.

The head of the Alchemy Academy's calm eyes fell on him, and his jaw said: "What is wrong to say?"

The man raised his head and looked at the dean of the Alchemy Academy: "When this Mu Qingge was comprehending the Alchemy Dao, the ancestors kept by his side for some reason."

"Huh?" Finally, the dean of the Alchemy Academy's calm expression was broken by the news, without the calmness of the previous.

Of course, he didn't say anything deeply. He just told others: "I know about this. What the ancestors are going to do, I have a sense of measure, and no one should disturb her."

"Yes, Dean."

Everyone bowed.

The dean of the Alchemy Academy raised his hand and said to everyone: "It's all gone."

...

In front of the twelve shadow walls, the soaring glow finally slowly receded.

The smooth shadow wall was calm again, and the color became deep again.

Mu Qingge's brows flickered with golden light, and they were gradually converged and returned to normal. She stood up in front of the twelfth shadow wall, tall and straight, giving people a sense of sonorous determination.

She brushed her sleeves, turned and walked towards Yao Xinghai.

Seeing her coming, the people all around were sluggish, taking the initiative to step aside, and their shocked faces were full of incredible worship.

Forsythia followed Mu Qingge quietly, she didn't care whether Mu Qingge understood the alchemy, she only cared that she could see Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge walked to Yao Xinghai and stopped.

Yao Xinghai said with a complicated expression: "Congratulations." In these words, he was very sincere. He underestimated Mu Qingge, but he would not be jealous of her for it.

"Thank you." Mu Qingge said lightly.

Yao Xinghai's lips twitched and asked, "Twelve kinds of alchemy, you have all realized, what conclusion have you come to?"

"How about you?" Mu Qingge asked rhetorically.

"Me?" Yao Xinghai smiled lightly. "It took me three years to comprehend the alchemy in the twelve shadow walls, and it took me almost half a year to realize an answer. How about we say it together?"

"Okay." Mu Qingge agreed with his jaw simply and neatly.

The conversation between the two caused the disciples around them to **** their ears, wanting to hear their experience clearly.

"When you realize your own way, you can be holy."

"When you realize your own way, you can be holy."

The eight characters are not bad at all, coming out of Mu Qingge and Yao Xinghai respectively.

The same answer was thrown into the calm water like a pebble, sending waves to the hearts of the disciples around.

Only when you realize your own way can you become holy.

Mu Qingge took a deep breath, and she finally knew why she had not been able to break through the Saint Level, because she did not have her own alchemy.

"I did not misunderstand you, you are the best opponent." Yao Xinghai said with shining eyes.

Mu Qingge smiled and asked, "Is your alchemy done?"

However, Yao Xinghai did not answer this question directly, but just reminded: "Leaving the alchemy conference, there is still the last month. You and I will fight at the alchemy conference."

After that, he turned and left.

That back is full of high morale.

Watching Yao Xinghai leave, Mu Qingge looked at where Mei Zizhong, Zhao Nanxing, Shang Zisu, and Zhu Ling were standing, and smiled knowingly. She knew that she worried them again.

She walked towards the four of them. Forsythia wanted to keep up, but suddenly wanted to feel something, frowned slightly, turned and left quietly.

Mu Qingge did not pay attention to Forsythia's departure, even if he did, he would not care.

When she walked to the four of them, Zhao Nanxing and Zhu Ling gave her thumbs up.

"Awesome, Qing Ge!" Zhao Nanxing smiled.

Zhu Ling also smiled and said, "If Qingge isn't great when it's not good, I'll find it strange."

"Unfortunately, no one started a gambling game today." Suddenly, Shang Zisu's words made everyone stunned.

After being surprised, all five of them looked at each other and laughed.

...

In the splendid courtyard, Forsythia sat on a large chair. It is not because the chair is big, but because she is too small.

Back here, she no longer had the innocent and harmless smile on her face, but recovered the vicissitudes of life that did not match her appearance.

"What did you call me back for?" Forsythia looked at the Dean of the Alchemy Academy who was standing in front of her gloomily.

The dean of the Dandao Academy showed a respectful look in front of Forsythia, and tentatively asked: "I heard that the ancestors are very interested in the new disciples in the courtyard?"

Forsythia snorted, and said dissatisfied: "Who is suing you again, right?"

A helpless wry smile appeared on the face of the Dean of the Dandao Academy.

Forsythia's immature face was filled with feelings of loss. She faintly said: "Don't you think she looks a lot like him? That kind of eyes, that kind of momentum, that arrogant body."

Deep thoughts appeared in her eyes.

The dean of the Alchemy Academy sighed in his heart, and said to Forsythia: "Old Ancestor, Master, he is already..."

"No! Don't tell me. He promised that I will be back." Forsythia interrupted him loudly.

The dean of the Dandao Academy gritted his teeth and said: "Mu Qingge is never a master, and he will not stay here for long."

"Then I will leave with her!" Forsythia said without hesitation. "Looking at her, I won't feel that life is so difficult."

However, the dean of the Alchemy Academy was shocked and stopped, "Old ancestor, no! Only if you stay here, I can protect you. If you leave and be discovered by those above, you..."

As he said, he actually fell to his knees and pleaded bitterly: "Old ancestor, I promised Master that I will never let you be captured by those people. Please stay in the alchemy courtyard without being willful."

Forsythia’s expression was complicated. She didn’t look down on her identity and begged the dean of the Alchemy Academy. She just whispered: “This Alchemy Academy was founded by him with great pains. You are also his only disciple, I won’t I am embarrassed, you go."

"Old Ancestor!" The dean of the Alchemy Academy raised his head and looked at her.

However, Forsythia closed his eyes, concealing the pain in the eyes.

The dean of the Dandao Academy had no choice but to retreat.

After he left, all the doors of the room closed automatically, and the light in the room instantly dimmed.

Forsythia curled up, hugged all over, squeezed into the corner of the chair, buried her face in her knees, and started crying depressed.

"How long do you wait, how long do you want me to wait?" Forsythia's cry sounded heartbreaking.

People who have not experienced the waiting of the vicissitudes of life cannot understand.

...

On the way back to his residence, Zhao Nanxing asked, "Qingge, who is the little girl who has been with you?"

Forsythia?

Mu Qingge's mouth twitched, she almost forgot this person.

However, she could not truthfully tell her friends about her identity. She thought for a while, and said casually: "I don't know that it is the closed disciple of that master. I came across by chance and got me around."

"Qingge's charm is really hard to resist!" Zhu Ling laughed'chuckled'.

Mu Qingge said with a weird expression: "No. She seems to..." Frowning, Mu Qingge continued: "It seems that I am a little like a relative of her, and she seems to be with that relative again. It's been a long time since I saw each other, that's why she was like this."

Her explanation was reasonable and satisfied the curiosity of others.

"Qing Ge, there is still a month to go for the Alchemy Conference, what are your plans next?" Mei Zizhong asked.

He saw Yao Xinghai today, and he felt that he was not a simple person, and he might not be able to deal with it.

Mu Qingge was indifferent, "I don't have any plans. I will retreat for the rest of the time and recollect the harvest during this time."

She wants to realize her alchemy, break the bottleneck, and become a holy alchemist.

"That's good, we won't bother you during this time." Shang Zisu nodded.

The five had eaten together before they dispersed.

When Mu Qingge returned to the room, Si Mo was taken into the space.

As soon as she entered, she saw the man's gloomy and indifferent face.

"Uh, I felt the pill way outside, and for a while, I forgot the time." How could the man's expression of resentment and dissatisfaction make her not know what he was angry about?

Her words brought Si Mo's gloomy expression away, sighed, and pulled her into his arms, buried her head in her neck, and muttered: "Little song, did I ever look like this? What can you do?"

This is like a child-like accusation, and the full of grievances made Mu Qingge a little unbearable. She raised her hand and stroked the man's smooth long hair.

Si Mo raised his head, Mu Qingge looked at this handsome face close at hand, couldn't help but pecked his lips.

This caused Smoper's eyes to darken suddenly, and the emotion he had been holding back was easily moved by Mu Qingge. "Little song, if you don't want to, don't do it."

Mu Qingge raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth raised playfully.

She curled Si Mo's chin with her finger, and said with a playful look in her eyes: "Now you are hidden by my golden house. What do I want? Isn't it my heart?"

"Little song..." Si Mo was dry by the look in her eyes. Does his little song want to torture him again?

Mu Qingge jumped and jumped into his arms. Si Mo hurriedly caught her with both hands, with some joy in his eyes.

"Take care of this Lord Sir, there is a reward!" Mu Qingge said jokingly.