"A leaf blooms, good tea! You are kind to me, Mr. Leng."

He picked up the tea cup and Qin Mo blew it gently. Suddenly, the tea leaf in the cup rotated, and gradually the leaves bloomed six petals, like a green flower, and the tea fragrance overflowed, and the room was filled with fragrance.

A flower blooms. This is a kind of tea that awakens the mind and is quite rare. Qin Mo happened to see it once in his previous life and remembers this strange tea.

Manager Gong, the middle-aged man in the robe, was very surprised. "A leaf of flowers bloomed" was a precious tea that Mr. Leng secretly kept. They were also known that this kind of tea existed after Mr. Leng came to the store. Where did this young man know?

"Brother Mo just like it."

Mr. Leng smiled and nodded, picked up the recipe, and said, "The Lost Powder - is made of a century-old coffin, a sixty-year-old crayon grass, and a thirty-year-old night cereal pollen, which is mixed together and exposed to the sun for 100 days under the scorching sun to remove the toxicity and cure it."

"Luoluocao is actually the nickname of Hanyoucao."

...

Explain the materials in the formula one by one, and Mr. Leng said: "The materials in this formula are actually names that were often used a thousand years ago. With the changes of the ages, most of them are now forgotten. Brother Mo, what I said is correct?"

"This... is it a thousand-year-old ancient formula!"

Before Qin Mo could speak, the middle-aged man in the robe had already burst into tears and the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more.

A thousand-year-old recipe, no matter the grade, as long as it is a complete formula, the collection value alone will be quite valuable.

The middle-aged man in the robe just concluded that this was a piece of waste paper and was worthless. According to Jubaozhai's regulations, he would be punished quite severely.

"Mr. Leng has a good eye." Qin Mo nodded.

Qin Mo had already prepared some explanation about this recipe, but he only said that an ancient recipe that he accidentally discovered in the family's library. He found it interesting, so he looked around and found the value of this recipe.

"A turn to the sun and the fragrance, the lower level of the spirit level pill, the efficacy of calming the mind and calming the energy, and when it hits the martial arts realm, it can increase the success rate by 10%. Good thing!" Mr. Leng gave an evaluation.

After the words were finished, Manager Gong, the middle-aged man in the robe was sweating profusely. They didn't expect that today they were not just misjudged, they were simply blind.

Who would have thought that a 14-year-old boy would not only come up with a thousand-year-old recipe, but also a spiritual level lower level formula. The real value of this recipe is not just as simple as adding up the two.

Jubaozhai’s rules have always been clear in rewards and punishments. The mistakes made today are enough to get them driven out of Jubaozhai.

"Mr. Mo, I offended you so much just now. Please forgive me if you don't care about villains!" Manager Gong kept bowing and apologizing.

"Mr. Mo, I have shallow knowledge and have no eyes. Don't be surprised. Me, I, I..." The middle-aged man in the robe had a sad face. If he was driven out by Jubaozhai, he might lose the qualification to be an intern appraiser. How can he live in the future?

"It's not your fault, it's because I'm not considering it properly." Qin Mo waved his hand and said, wanting to speak but stopping.

He noticed that Qin Mo's eyes were still the same as before, as if saying that it was normal for an intern appraiser to not recognize this formula with the knowledge of an intern appraiser. The middle-aged man in the robe couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Now he was not only not angry at all, but was very glad that he was just an intern appraiser. Otherwise, he would have been severely punished for what happened today.

The matter afterwards was very simple. Qin Mo exchanged ten [Limestone Qi-enhancing Pill] with this thousand-year-old prescription. This is a mortal-level upper-level elixir, with a stronger effect than [Amber Qi-enhancing Pill].

Looking at Qin Mo's leaving figure, Mr. Leng's starry eyes moved slightly and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Gong, this Qin Mo is what you said before. At the age of six, he reached the ninth throne of the martial artist. After eight years, he has not made any progress?"

"Yes, Qin Mo just broke through a few days ago. The eight-year gap period is no longer enough to focus our Jubao Pavilion on. Unexpectedly, Mr. Leng, you were alarmed because of this recipe." Manager Gong replied respectfully.

"You are wrong. I noticed Qin Mo when he was standing at the door."

Mr. Leng smiled, showed a deep thought, and murmured: "He stood at the door of the store and looked at the left and right. Those 7 places were the defensive formations arranged outside, 7 key formations. Haha, I didn't expect that there would be such an interesting person in the small Burning Town, which is so interesting!"

Upon hearing this, Manager Gong was shocked. A 14-year-old boy could see through Jubaozhai's defensive formation. How could this be possible?!

...

Time passed quickly, and another morning.

This day is the day for the Qin family to pay tribute.

In Qinjia Square, the bells echoed and the atmosphere was solemn and grand.

The rising sun is rising, shining on the square with a diameter of 1,000 meters. The dark ground reflects the sunlight, reflecting strange colors.

At this time, the square was full of people, lined up in neat rows, and all the children with the blood of the Qin family, whether they were direct, side, or outer.

In the front row of the square, the second generation of the Qin family stands, standing according to their seniority.

In the back row, there are three generations of the Qin family, which is where the younger generation stands. The young faces exuded a vigorous vitality.

In front of the square, a statue was erected, made of red copper. It was a handsome young man with a flowing green robe, a feathered crown and jade belt, and a four-foot long sword around his waist. It was lifelike and extremely vivid.

This statue is the founder of the Qin family and the first generation of patriarchs - Qin Qishuo.

Standing in the queue of three generations of children and feeling the solemn atmosphere, Qin Mo's quiet state of mind was filled with a slight turbulence. In his previous life, before he became a "mediocre person", he fantasized countless times that if he participated in the Qin family's memorial service, entered the Qin family cemetery, and accepted the "qi-induced body" ceremony of his ancestors' remains, would everything change?

While thinking, the clothes were suddenly pulled by Qin Xiaoxiao beside him. The little girl raised her head, looked curious and asked, "Brother Mo, I have a problem."

"What?"

"Didn't our Qin family's martial arts be good at fists and feet? Why did our ancestors wear a sword around their waists because it was more handsome? Will this sword be pawned?" the little girl asked seriously.

The voice was not loud, but how could it be hidden from the ears of the second generation of the Qin family in front? Qin Zhengxing, who was in the front row, immediately turned his head and stared at Qin Mo, giving him a warning look.

He quickly covered the little girl's mouth, and Qin Mo whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, be careful that grandpa will punish you."

The little girl stuck out her tongue, lowered her head and said nothing, and soon took a nap again.

In fact, Qin Mo also guessed in his heart that if he erected a statue for himself, he would wear a sword, which would be more handsome.

"The commemoration begins..."

An elder in the front row gathered his energy in the Dantian and his voice echoed in the square. The Qin family members present bowed to the statue according to their seniority.

The memorial process is very long. After the children of each generation celebrated their rituals, the senior executives of the outer, side, and direct departments read out the Qin-style clan rules, and heard the three generations of children in the square drowsy.

In fact, not only the younger generation of three generations, but also based on Qin Mo's keen perception, he also observed some elders, and their eyes were also hanging down. They seemed to listen carefully, but in fact they were all taking a nap.

While Qin Mo was secretly observing the surroundings, there were also a pair of eyes in the crowd who were scanning Qin Mo. It was Qin Yide. His eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a corpse.

"Is the news sure?" Qin Yide's throat moved slightly, and he communicated with Deacon Rong behind him.

"Yes. That man came to me secretly, but how could I dare to make decisions? What do you mean..." Deacon Rong responded through a voice transmission.

"Hmph! My father ordered me not to act rashly during this period, so as not to cause the rebound of Qin Zhengxing's old dog. I will not violate my father's orders. Besides, letting me deal with a junior with my own hands is really a loss of identity. But..."

Qin Yide's face was cold, "Since someone wants to deal with this little beast, how could I object? You can make arrangements."

"Yes! Please rest assured, Chief Yide, I will definitely arrange everything." Deacon Rong smiled.

...

In the evening, the once-in-a-decade memorial in Qinjia Square lasted for one day before it was coming to an end.

However, for the third generation of the Qin family, the Qin family's memorial service has just begun. Next, they will practice in the Qin family cemetery for seven days, which is also the "energizing Qi and stimulating the body" ceremony that the younger generation is looking forward to.
Chapter completed!