Chapter 673 - 673 673 One Herbal Ingredient Not Found

673: Chapter 673: One Herbal Ingredient Not Found 673: Chapter 673: One Herbal Ingredient Not Found After hearing what Jin Cenglv had said, Jin Cengran’s eyes flashed with surprise, before he fell into deep thought.

Once Jin Cenglv finished speaking, he grabbed his suitcase and was about to leave.

Hearing the commotion, Jin Cengran snapped back to reality and, with a teasing tone, asked Jin Cenglv, “Didn’t you say you’d believe in science from now on?

Why are you drawing talismans again?”

Jin Cenglv paused for a moment but didn’t respond to Jin Cengran, continuing to walk away with his suitcase.

Watching Jin Cenglv’s retreating figure, Jin Cengran reminded him, “It’s so late, don’t take a cab by yourself, have the driver take you to your studies.”

Jin Cenglv didn’t turn back, and whether she replied or not, Jin Cengran didn’t hear it.

**

In Su Yunling’s courtyard, near the wing room, it was filled with a variety of flowers and trees.

The trees were tall, creating a substantial shade.

Under the trees stood a pavilion, under which was a squared stone table with four stone stools placed around it.

In the center of the courtyard, half was a pond and the other half solid ground, where a broad expanse of bluestone slabs was laid.

The slabs were not laid tightly together, and weeds grew sporadically between them.

In areas without the slabs, there was grass, soft like a carpet, and in some places, bare dirt was exposed.

By the end of September, the heat had dissipated, the trees were still green, the grass still lush, and the occasional leaf was blown off by the wind.

The sound of fighting was nonstop in the courtyard, where two figures were locked in combat, occasionally tapping their toes on the bluestone, creating gusts of wind that swept up several fallen leaves into a twirling dance in the air.

Next to the stone table under the tree, a tall and slender figure was sitting on a stone stool, brewing tea in a leisurely manner.

As soon as Yun Sen entered the courtyard, he saw Fu Xiyan and Tang Yichen sparring.

He blinked, watched from the doorway for a moment, and then walked toward the person brewing tea under the tree.

The closer he got, the stronger the fragrance of the tea became.

Yun Sen sniffed the air and finally stood beside Su Yunling, “Master.”

Su Yunling’s gaze remained on the teaware, his movements uninterrupted, and he carelessly responded, “Speak.”

Yun Sen took out a Storage Ring and handed it to Su Yunling, “These are the medicinal ingredients we need to purchase, but we’re still missing one.”

Su Yunling’s eyelids lifted slightly, his eyes filling with inquiry as he glanced at Yun Sen.

“The Xuan Yue Silk listed on the inventory, I couldn’t find it.

I went to several medicinal shops, all said they didn’t have it, and moreover…” Yun Sen paused, then with a troubled frown, he continued, “I asked quite a few people, and they all said they had never heard of this Xuan Yue Silk.”

Upon hearing this, Su Yunling’s actions paused slightly, “I understand, I’ll ask the child about it later.”

Saying this, he reached out to take the ring that Yun Sen had passed to him and stored it away.

At that moment, Fu Xiyan and Tang Yichen finished their sparring and just happened to walk up to Su Yunling, hearing his words clearly, Tang Yichen instinctively asked, “What is it that you need to ask Gu Xiaoxi about?”

Having asked, he sat down on the stone stool next to Su Yunling.

Fu Xiyan, on the other hand, walked around the stone stool and sat down across from Tang Yichen.

“There’s a medicinal ingredient we couldn’t find,” said Su Yunling as he picked up the brewed tea, poured two cups, and pushed them in front of the two men.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yichen blinked and asked, “Medicine?

You mean the medicine for Brother Jin’s internal injuries?”

Tang Yichen and Fu Xiyan were already aware that Gu Zhiqi could cure Jin Cengran’s internal injuries.

Su Yunling nodded.

“What medicine is it?

I’ll let my people look for it as well,” Fu Xiyan said after sipping his tea.