I went to Tianlong Academy to give lectures. Although I didn’t get any substantial gains, I also had to open my private database to help the poor alchemists. Feng Qing was inexplicably anxious because of developing the alchemy recipe.

Get up.

Helping others is a pleasant thing.

Feng Qing even thought that maybe he could join forces with the Alchemist Association and the Medicine King Pavilion to conduct a public welfare activity and always help these poor Alchemists.

Of course, there are still specific regulations for help, such as assessing the family situation of the helper alchemist, such as help is not what you need, and for example, after taking the spiritual medicinal materials and making the finished elixir, half of the finished products must be handed over after taking the spiritual medicine.

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These specific plans and implementation still require someone to do. Feng Qing feels that if you want to do this, the consumption of manpower and material resources is huge and cannot be completed in a short time.

Now she has her own affairs. If she wants to do this, she will have to choose available people to train her.

She remembered that Fengqiao and Fengyi brothers and sisters also graduated from Tianlong Academy. Now they seem to be studying affairs in some remote Yaowang Pavilion, and they are suitable for this.

When Feng Qing thought of this, she took out a pen and paper, wrote a letter and sent it to the brother and sister. However, the name at the beginning was Feng Yi's name, not Feng Qiao.

Feng Qing could still see that Feng Qing had some thoughts about her.

She will not be held responsible for this matter directly in the future, but will be handed over to Feng Yi. Feng Qing does not think she will have more involvement with Feng Qiao.

However, Feng Qing is sure of the trust of the brother and sister.

After all, helping poor alchemists is to use Feng Qing’s own private money, and Feng Qing still has to choose someone who trusts enough.

"Mom, Mu Mu also wants to learn to write."

Feng Qing wrote a letter on one side of the couch, Qin Muqing sat on the other side holding the soul fruit and gnawing, her big eyes staring at the brush in Feng Qing's hand, flashing.

"Mu Mu is interested in writing?" Feng Qing really took another pen and dipped it ink and handed it to Qin Muqing.

Qin Muqing's little fleshy hand didn't have much strength yet, so he could only grasp it by grabbing the pen, and then began to "draw" on the paper.

Qin Muqing is even smarter than her parents. She knows more words, so she will not write or draw randomly.

Feng Qing looked at Qin Muqing really "drawing" the thick ink except for the word "mother", and immediately narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"Our baby Mumu is really too smart, so he can write!"

Qin Muqing also smiled and showed her small baby teeth that had grown eight.

"Mom, Mu Mu will also write good-looking words in the future."

"Of course." Feng Qing pulled out the pen from Qin Muqing's hand: "But you still have to wait for you to grow older. Your hands have not grown well yet. If you get broken because your writing is crooked, you will be fine. Wait for you two

I can almost write it in the year. When I asked your father to teach you, your father's handwriting is better than my mother's handwriting. Half of my handwriting is taught by him."

Feng Qing now writes five or sixty-sixths of the words like Qin Mufeng.

When Feng Zhao knew about the reason why her font style changed drastically, she threw several copybooks for her, thinking about reversing her style again, but unfortunately, the basic copybook was finally thrown away by Qin Mufeng.

"Dad is fierce, Mu Mu still likes his mother."

Feng Qing sat next to Qin Muqing, took out a handkerchief to wet the ink on Qin Muqing's hand, and asked in a warm voice: "Mu Mu, my mother has always wanted to ask you, why are you so afraid of your father? It's really because your father is fierce.

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Qin Muqing suddenly threw himself into Feng Qing's arms and rubbed his little face into Feng Qing's arms.

"Dad doesn't like Mu Mu."

Feng Qing's heart was almost wrinkled by Qin Muqing's words.

Children are indeed the most sensitive, and Qin Muqing has always had his own feelings.

She thought Qin Mufeng didn't like her, so she was not close to Qin Mufeng either.

Feng Qing patted the back of the child in his arms, "It's not that your father doesn't like Mu Mu. Mu Mu, your father is actually the best person in the world, but he's a little biased. He gave all his love and love.

Mother, there are so few left to Mu Mu. But you believe in Mother. Apart from Mother, your father likes you the most is Mu Mu."

Qin Muqing immediately raised his little head from Feng Qing's arms. "So, Dad likes Mother so much, just like Mu Mu?"

"Yes." Feng Qing touched his daughter's hair: "It's the first time your father is a father, so he is a little stupid and doesn't know how to express it. Mu Mu is so smart and will definitely not dislike your father, right?

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"Yeah. Mu Mu is very smart!"

Qin Muqing is a child who likes to be praised. When he hears Feng Qing praise, he becomes happy immediately.

"Although Dad is always fierce, he doesn't embrace Mu Mu or kiss her, but Mu Mu is the most sensible baby and will not blame Dad!"

"Yes, so if Mu Mu wants to write, he will take the initiative to tell your father in the future that if you believe in your mother's words, your father will definitely not refuse."

Qin Muqing blinked, her big eyes flashed for a long time before she nodded heavily, saying as if she was a little adult.

"Okay, Mu Mu will give it a try!"

Feng Qing then breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Mu Mu didn't feel that Qin Mufeng didn't want her in her belly, so he was so repulsive to Qin Mufeng.

It’s just that Qin Mufeng is not close to him because he is cold-hearted and will always solve the problem slowly.

Feng Qing scolded Zhulong's evil that had been dissipated for many years.

If it weren't for Zhulong's fierceness, Qin Mufeng wouldn't have become so cold and cold today. Of course, that guy Qin Yuan also has a share!

After writing the letter and coaxing the child, Feng Qing continued to enter the process of developing the Lingdan Pill recipe.

She even wrote several letters to the Medicine King Valley to ask the second elder Feng Yu if he had any good suggestions. Now the Medicine King Valley has not replied.

After Feng Qing snatched all the high-level spiritual herbs in the villa, Feng Yu's letter finally arrived. There were also colorful poisonous strains with the letter.

After Feng Qing was fostered by Feng Qing to Feng Yu's place, Feng Qing once wanted to get the colorful strain back several times but was rejected by Feng Yu.

Now even Feng Qing didn't expect that Feng Yu's advice to her was to try it with the colorful strains.

Today's colorful strain is no longer the colorful strain that only had one or two leaves. The whole colorful strain climbed onto a seventh-grade spiritual wood. The rattan has become wooded, and the main vine is already as thick as a thumb and arm.

Hundreds of colorful green leaves spread around, and they look particularly gratifying.

Even Feng Yu is not sure about the specific grade of the five-colored strain.

But Feng Yu had very certainly told Feng Qing that the grade of this colorful strain is above the ninth grade if it is not the ninth grade.

It is a spiritual herb that does not belong to the Tianlong Continent.
Chapter completed!