Chapter 52

When everyone in the villa had a rest and everything was quiet, Tang Feng left the villa alone again.

Such a life, he felt more and more used to, there is a very relaxed feeling in his heart.

This time, without Chen Jianfei's company, Tang Feng went straight to xiaoqingshan along the route he had taken himself. When he arrived near the old house of Zhang Jia, he found that it was still brightly lit, just like when he came here that night before.

In front of the gate of the house, there are several people waiting there, obviously waiting for Tang Feng. With Tang Feng's ability, he doesn't need to go through the gate at all. In any place, he can directly enter the house and enter directly. But Tang Feng doesn't do that. Instead, he comes to the door and is led by a man with the appearance of a bodyguard.

In the living room, Zhang Qingyu looks forward to it. Behind him, he is still following his son Zhang Zhenbei and his granddaughter ChuChu. She can see that Zhang Qingyu's face is full of expectation. Seeing Tang Feng's appearance, she stands up to meet him.

"Mr. Tang, you are here. Please come inside." Zhang Qingyu went all the way to the door of the living room and bowed respectfully.

Tang Feng nodded slightly and walked into the living room without hesitation.

Behind Zhang Qingyu, with a curious look on his face, Tang Feng always looks at him with a smile. Tang Feng ignores him and goes straight to the eight immortals table with a marble table in the living room. On the table, there are several exquisite wooden boxes.

Seeing that Tang Feng came to the table, Zhang Zhenbei hurriedly came forward, opened the wooden boxes one by one, and showed the medicine in Tang Feng's eyes.

At a glance, Tang Feng nodded slightly. Zhang's strength can't be underestimated. His requirements for drugs are already harsh. They can find them in such a short time. Moreover, the quality of the drugs is not bad, and they are a little more than the quantity they require.

Zhang Zhenbei opened the wooden box and said: "Mr. Tang, my father said that he was worried that the medicine didn't meet the requirements of Mr. Tang, so he prepared an extra copy of each one. There are some other herbs here, which are tonic. We dare not use them indiscriminately. We give them to Mr. Tang to have a look."

When Zhang Zhenbei was talking, he peeped at Tang Feng from time to time. It can be seen that there was a trace of doubt in his eyes. Although he was very respectful to Tang Feng, it was more because of his attitude in front of Zhang Qingyu.

Tang Feng didn't think much of his attitude. His eyes just swept over the medicinal materials. The medicinal materials prepared by Zhang Jia were almost the same as his own requirements. It should be good for alchemy.

Among the wooden boxes on the table, there is a smaller one, which contains several herbs. The more valuable herbs on the table are all packed in a wooden box alone, and several of them are put together, which is not so high-grade. Of course, this is relative to other valuable herbs. If they can be placed on this table, there will be nothing ordinary.

Tang Feng's casual eyes stopped slightly when he looked at the wooden box.

Bone refining grass?

You're right, aren't you? Isn't this a panacea that only exists in the astral realm? There is no such thing on earth. How could it be here? This bone refining herb is essential for Wanyuan pill! It's a pity that this bone refining herb has not yet grown. It will take at least three to five years for it to be used as medicine.

But even if the year is a little short, there is always better than no! This is a panacea that Tang Feng never thought would exist on the earth!

Tang Feng was very surprised at that moment, but his face was silent and expressionless.

When Zhang Zhenbei saw Tang Feng's eyes pause on the wooden box, he got it wrong and said: "Mr. Tang, these ginseng plants were given to my father to recuperate his body. Although the year is relatively short and the appearance is not very good, the person who sent them said that they were pure wild ginseng from the deep mountains in the northeast. I just brought them to Mr. Tang to have a look, If you don't feel good, I can take it out. "

"No, there's nothing wrong with these herbs. Just give them to me." Tang Feng light said.

"Mr. Tang, do you have anything else you need? As long as you say, I will find it at all costs. " Zhang Qingyu saw that there was no expression on Tang Feng's face and asked carefully.

"I need a place to make medicine. It will take about an hour. No one is allowed to disturb me or watch me in this hour."

"Well, well, there are several vacant rooms in the back of the house. Mr. Tang can choose. I will order everyone to leave the back house for an hour. Oh no, no one will step in there until Mr. Tang allows it." Zhang Qingyu said quickly.

Tang Feng nodded: "lead the way."

"I'll take you there." Standing behind Zhang Qingyu all the time, ChuChu, looking at Tang Feng with a smile on his face, suddenly jumps out and says excitedly. When he speaks, he still stares at Tang Feng with a smile.

Tang Feng has always regarded her as a child, not to say much, but to make a gesture asking her to lead the way.

ChuChu lips with a smile, skipping along, still in the mouth toward Tang Feng said: "grandfather Houzhai those empty houses are not good, I take you to a good place."

Tang Feng didn't make a sound. He just went with her. He just needed a quiet place for alchemy. As for where the place was and what he had done before, he didn't mind at all.

"ChuChu, no nonsense." Zhang Qingyu is following with crutches. Although he speeds up, he has been ill for a long time. How can he keep up with the speed of a young girl.

Zhang Zhenbei quickly went to help Zhang Qingyu and motioned to the bodyguards to take all the wooden boxes on the eight immortals table and follow him.

ChuChu is still jumping, walking very fast, but all the way, it is toward the direction of the garden.

For the arrival of Tang Feng, the front living room of Zhang Jia's old house is brightly lit, but the back house doesn't light up a few lights. The direction of the garden is dark, but Chu Chu is very familiar with the path. Even in the dark, he is still light footed.

Tang Feng was a little curious about where the little girl was going to take herself.

"ChuChu, what are you doing?" Zhang Qingyu breathlessly followed, complaining.

"ChuChu, stop making trouble and take Mr. Tang to the back house." Zhang Zhenbei raised his voice, facing the ChuChu road that had run more than ten meters in front of him.

Can answer him, just a string of silver bell like laughter.