The middle-aged woman quickly smiled and said, "Hello, Master Yanzheng, the person waiting for you is in Zhuxuanting on the third floor, I will take you there."

She said as she spoke, leaning over with great affection, her movements were natural and without any trace.

Although she is in her early thirties, she looks charming and charming, has a graceful figure, and the artifact on her chest is even more plump and firm, as if she is about to break through the small suit and stand out.

"No need, I can go up by myself." Yan Zheng frowned, avoided the middle-aged woman who was touching her, and turned around and walked upstairs.

Looking at his back, the middle-aged woman couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick her red lips, murmured with a hint of disappointment on her face:

"How come such a handsome and handsome man became a monk? This is a huge loss!"

Her voice was very small, but she was still heard clearly by Yan Zheng, and her body trembled slightly, and then the pace under her feet accelerated a little.

Come to the third floor Zhuxuan Courtyard.

Just as he was about to push the door open, the door suddenly opened, and a familiar face appeared in his eyes.

"Haha, Master Yanzheng has finally arrived. I have been waiting for a long time. Please come in!"

"Amitabha Buddha, it turns out to be the donor in the east, so good, so good." Yan Zheng thought of the Buddha's name and then walked into the wing room.

The table in the wing room was filled with delicious dishes, with all kinds of delicacies.

After the two of them sat down one after another, Yan Zheng asked, "I don't know what the Eastern donor has to ask me today, please tell me clearly."

Dongfang Haoran smiled softly: "Haha, since Master Yanzheng has arrived, I guess you have read the text message I sent you. Why do you ask you to guess you have a conclusion in your mind, right?"

While speaking, he stood up and poured him a glass of wine.

"Master Yanzheng, you are a monk from the temple. I guess you don't have these rules and regulations?" Yanzheng stared at Dongfang Haoran, who looked at him without any fear, and still had a faint smile on his face.

"Amitabha, how good is it! The wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart. If there is a Buddha in his heart, then there will be Buddha everywhere."

After saying that, with a slight move from his hand, the glass of wine that Dongfang Haoran poured for him instantly turned into a lightning bolt and shot into his hands.

Seeing this, Dongfang Haoran moved his heart and raised his glass and said, "Haha, Master Yanzheng is a person with a temperament and has unique wisdom. Haoran admires you. I will give you a cup first."

Yan Zheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, touched the wine glass gently, raised his head and drank it all.

Putting down the wine glass, Yan Zheng asked, "Donal Donor, if we are wise, we don't have to beat around the bush and hit any puzzles. What is your purpose in asking me to come here?"

Dongfang Haoran's face changed slightly, then he put down his wine glass and smiled: "Since Master Yanzheng spoke again, I will just say it. I want Chu Lingyun, die..."

When Yan Zheng heard this, his mind was slightly trembling, and then a faint smile appeared on his face, and he chanted the Buddha's name again: "Amitabha, good, good, good."

Seeing Yan Zheng's reaction, Dongfang Haoran was stunned for a moment, then felt relieved, with an excited smile on his face.

...

On the other side, Shen Xixi personally grabbed the medicine according to Chu Lingyun's prescription.

Originally, Chu Lingyun planned to let them take medicine to make it, but Shen Xixi begged him to make a ointment earlier.

In desperation, Chu Lingyun had to do it himself and boil the medicine ointment step by step in front of them.

Originally, this process could use internal force to stimulate drug properties and achieve recombination and achieve chemical effects.

But since it is a demonstration, these things should be avoided.

Even Luo Qingyin is a martial arts practitioner, but her martial arts cultivation is there, and it is not enough to use her internal force to stimulate the medicinal properties.

If you do it barely, the effect will only be unsatisfactory, and there is no need at all.

Besides, their purpose is for commercial purposes and they definitely want mass production, so they must be as simple and conventional as possible.

After more than an hour of careful boiling, the ointment was freshly baked.

Looking at the snow-white ointment in the small bowl with only about 20 ml, as white as jade, and the fragrance that made people feel very comfortable, the two of them showed a look of expectation on their faces at the same time.

"Brother Chu, I have made this ointment for tens of thousands of yuan?" Chen Xixi felt that the ointment was too small, and she couldn't help but frown.

Chu Lingyun shook his head and said with a smile: "It's already a lot, okay? If you come to cook it, it's probably good to have 10 ml." As he said that, he looked at the two and asked: "Who will give you a try?"

Chen Xixi's eyes immediately looked at Luo Qingyin, who thought for a moment and said, "I feel that my skin is fine, so I don't have to try it. Xixi, come and try it!"

Chu Lingyun certainly understood what she meant.

Luo Qingyin's skin color is better now than before, and if she uses it, it will only add icing on the cake, and there will be no obviousness.

And Chen Xixi is different.

Although she looks sweet and cute, and her skin is well maintained, it is much worse than Luo Qingyin.

"Xixi, then you come!"

Chu Lingyun signaled Xixi, and the latter nodded excitedly and said, "Okay! I am very happy to do this experiment."

After taking the ointment from Chu Lingyun's hand, Chen Xixi couldn't wait to apply the ointment to her face.

Generally women are very careful about cosmetics, especially those more beautiful women are, the more careful they are.

Never use cosmetics that others give or have never tried.

Because for those products that are not very clear about, if you are allergic to the skin or have some bad situations, it is definitely a disaster-level existence.

However, Chen Xixi had absolute trust in Chu Lingyun's ointment. She didn't see that Luo Qingyin's wounds were healed, and she hadn't left a scar?

After Chu Lingyun's advice, Chen Xixi only applied a little, applied the ointment to the whole pretty face and asked: "Brother Yun, when will this ointment take effect? ​​How many days will it usually take to remove scars and whiten them?"

"How many days?" Chu Lingyun smiled and said nothing, while Luo Qingyin, who was beside him, said directly, "Xixi, you'll know when you wait."

"Oh!" Chen Xixi nodded, and at this moment, a complicated look appeared on her face and she shouted hurriedly, "Brother Yun, my face is feeling, itchy, a little cold."

Chu Lingyun quickly comforted and said, "Don't be nervous, that's a normal phenomenon. It's the medicine that is penetrating your skin and improving your skin."

Chen Xixi then felt relieved, stuck out her tongue, and subconsciously touched her cheek: "Oh, that's it! But it's still very comfortable."
Chapter completed!