Mo Qingling stood up, crossed his arms, and said to Shi Qingluo, "In that case, thank you very much!"
Since the first time he met Shi Qingluo, he had already felt that she did not look like a village woman. Now that he looked at her, she was indeed not simple.
He could not help but ask, "Did your master teach you all this?"
There were not many people in the county who did not know that Scholar Xiao's wife was the disciple of an old immortal.
Mo Qingling had also heard a lot of it and didn't think much about it initially.
How would an old immortal appear in this world?
But now, along with the things that Shi Qingluo had been tinkering with, not to mention women, even many men didn't have the knowledge, he couldn't help but waver.
Of course, he also didn't believe that there was any immortal, but he believed that that old Taoist might really be an exceptionally knowledgeable person in this world.
