Ye Chenfeng was a little at a loss, so he had to draw a scoop according to the gourd and meditate quietly like the rest of the students.

After a moment, Ye Chenfeng suddenly noticed a trace of abnormality. He found that as time passed, a cool breath poured out from the bottom of the green pool and burrowed into the bodies of the students who meditated on the lotus flowers.

Ye Chenfeng secretly guessed that this coolness might not be harmful, he did not rush to block it out, but used his spiritual power, wrapped in this coolness, and slowly crossed into the Sect Source Cyclone in the spiritual platform.

Sure enough, the Sect Source Cyclone spun at an accelerated pace, stripping away the cool meaning of the crossing like a cocoon, turning it into the purest spiritual power. The Zongyuan cyclone is like seeing a great supplement, and between the rotations, it absorbs it bit by bit.

In a short time, the volume of the Origin Cyclone increased at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, although it was as slow as a turtle crawling.

Ye Chenfeng's spirit was infiltrated by this cool meaning, and it was also invigorated, and it was instantly clear.

He was overjoyed in his heart, and only then did he realize the miraculous use of the cool meaning floating out from under the green pool.

Half a minute later, the originally sleeping thin Jiaolong slowly woke up, and excitedly joined the team to absorb the coolness of the sense, presumably if the Zongyuan Cyclone had spirituality, it would definitely be like thunder, accusing the thin Jiaolong of his unrighteous actions.

Ye Chenfeng, who had long been surprised, shook his head, and could only let his bandit act like this.

And so on, half an hour passed quietly. Qingtan seems to have returned to calm, and there is no longer a sense of coolness.

The people above the lotus slowly opened their eyes, and their faces were full of satisfaction. Although Ye Chenfeng was a little unsatisfied, he had to give up. As for the skinny dragon, it had already fallen into a deep sleep again.

In the middle of Qingtan, the beautiful woman didn't wait for herself until everyone stopped meditating and waited for herself, she slowly opened her beautiful eyes that were as clear as a fairy phoenix, and said lightly: "Today, the meaning of the lotus flower has been absorbed, so let's retreat from the meditation pool." ”

Everyone promised, got up and left the lotus, like playing in the water, and landed steadily on the edge of the pool.

The woman's white dress was like a lotus, swaying with her body, floating like a fairy. Under the gaze of everyone's amazed eyes, her white jade feet touched the ground, and the flowing skirt fell silent.

Although the students of the Pavilion had seen such an amazing and abundant appearance countless times, every time they felt that in the face of such a beautiful person like a fairy, even if there was a trace of charm in their hearts, it was a matter of common anger between people and gods.

Ye Chenfeng, who was already stunned, couldn't say a word, and stood on the spot like an elm tree. Maybe he was still young and short-sighted, but he really had never seen a woman with such a look.

The coldness on the woman's pretty face seemed to be natural, just like her moving voice that was hard to find in the world, like fairy music: "The meditation class has ended, so go to Zhou Lao's to practice the method of refining weapons." ”

Everyone responded, and after the disciple's salute, they turned and left. After the crowd, Ye Chenfeng reluctantly glanced back at the beautiful woman, but found that she had already left Qingtan and was hard to find.

Of course, Ye Chenfeng didn't fall in love with that beautiful woman at first sight, he was just surprised by such a woman, and subconsciously wanted to take a second look.

Following this group of senior brothers and sisters who were admitted to the hospital a while earlier than him, Ye Chenfeng was still reminiscing about the beautiful scenery of Fang Cai in his mind, and he was a little unsatisfied.

The Flame Blood-Patterned Tiger wanted to reproach him for his unseen posture, but then he thought about it, for more than ten years, Ye Chenfeng had spent all his time in the Nader Mountains, and he had to stop for a reason.

At this time, a thin, dark-skinned young man walked up to Ye Chenfeng quickly, with a wicked smile on his face, and teased: "Senior brother, hurry up and wipe the saliva from the corner of your mouth, the first time senior brother saw Mr. Such a fairy face is as shocking as you, fortunately, I can get used to it after seeing more." ”

A trace of shame appeared on Ye Chenfeng's handsome face, he quickly raised his long sleeves to wipe the residual saliva from the corners of his mouth, and clenched his fists: "Senior brother taught me a lesson." ”

Seeing Ye Chenfeng like this, the swarthy young man was quite satisfied, and his favor towards Ye Chenfeng suddenly increased a little.

He was obviously a talkative person, and he unconsciously talked to Ye Chenfeng for a long time. The rest of the people were already accustomed to the swarthy youth's self-familiarity, and did not say much.

Ye Chenfeng learned in this process that this swarthy young man's name was Zhang Xiaoshun, who was originally an ordinary man, and he only awakened the Origin Heavenly Technique at the age of nine.

Fortunately, diligence can make up for the clumsiness, and after hard work, he finally caught up with his peers and entered Tianyun Academy in one fell swoop.

Ye Chenfeng nodded secretly, knowing that there must be a thousand difficulties in the meantime.

He also learned that the Wang Qingtan is called the Qinglian Meditation Pool, and the cool breath floating out of it is the meaning of the lotus.

The meaning of the lotus flower is extraordinary, it can not only calm the eyes and mind, temper the mind, but also nourish the ancestral source qi and increase the spiritual power of the cultivator.

It's just that the number of lotus intentions every day is limited, and if you absorb it, you can only leave Tan.

Fortunately, Qinglian Meditation Tan can absorb the aura of heaven and earth on its own, and about in the early morning of each day, the students can absorb the meaning of the lotus flower again.

Zhang Xiaoshun knew what Ye Chenfeng cared more about in his heart. He didn't hide his secrets, and told Ye Chenfeng one by one.

Only then did Ye Chenfeng know that the beautiful woman had her surname Shangguan, and the students didn't know her name, so they all called her Mr. Shangguan.

After a long time, under the familiarity with each other, the word Shangguan was omitted, and the beautiful woman was directly honored as Mr.

The age of the gentleman is unknown, and it is rumored that he is the daughter of the dean of Tianyun Academy, but there is no conclusive evidence to confirm this. There is even an anecdote that he once had an old love, but for some reason the relationship was difficult to continue, so he had to live alone.

Ye Chenfeng smacked his lips secretly and sighed again and again. This Mr. Shangguan is really a legendary woman in the Instrument Pavilion, but these messages about Mr., why did Big Brother Blue River never mention it to him?

Ye Chenfeng, who didn't know anything, misunderstood Blue River. Before Lan He joined the Torture Pavilion, he was a member of the Martial Pavilion, and it was reasonable that he didn't know much about the affairs of the Instrument Pavilion.

What's more, Mr. Shangguan is low-key, except for leading the students to meditate and cultivate their temperament in Qinghu, the rest of the time he lives alone in the secluded courtyard of the academy, and it is difficult for outsiders to see her, let alone know her information.

As the two spoke, they came to a small bronze tower. The small tower is not tall, blue and black, and the whole presents a cold metallic texture.

Ye Chenfeng learned from Zhang Xiaoshun that this was the place where the students of the Instrument Pavilion practiced the method of refining weapons. This tower is nameless and has four floors. From low to high, they teach the first to fourth refiners.

Everyone entered the tower and dispersed one by one according to their ranks. Zhang Xiaoshun, who was a first-class refiner, pulled Ye Chenfeng, who was gradually familiar, and walked to the depths of the bottom of the small tower.

Ye Chenfeng, who secretly had a heart, found that there were countless strangely shaped treasures and birds and beasts carved on the walls of the tower, and there were more or less detailed text notes under them.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoshun said with a smile: "This is a special portrayal by the builder of the small tower in order to increase the knowledge of the students of the Instrument Pavilion. In addition to the students' refining, they can look up and see it when they are free, which is extremely convenient. ”

Ye Chenfeng suddenly felt a trace of reverence for the builder of the small tower. To be able to think of portraying everything in this strange world is not only a matter of ability, but more importantly, that resolute heart.

Along the way, Ye Chenfeng saw a lot of rare heavenly beasts and heavenly treasures, and couldn't help but secretly smack his tongue, knowing that his knowledge was still too short-sighted and didn't know everything in the world. Fortunately, the small tower was moderately wide and narrow, and the two of them came to the brightly lit ground floor center in a moment.

Ye Chenfeng stopped, and he saw that in the center of the bottom of the small tower, there was a palm-sized lamp.

The upper part of the lamp resembles a small pot with a lid, and the lower part is a basin-type light holder, and the wick is obliquely incorporated into the small pot from the spout.

If you look closely, an orange-yellow flame covers the wick, and it looks erratic.

Around the lamp, twenty-four bronze tripod furnaces stand around it. The furnace is as high as a person, and the furnace body has a three-foot-long fire channel, connecting the lamp and the hearth, and introducing the power of orange flames into the furnace.

Although there are twenty-four bronze tripod furnaces on the ground floor, there are only thirteen people standing next to the tripod furnace, plus Ye Chenfeng, who chose the tripod furnace.

Seeing this, Ye Chenfeng thought of the lotus flower above the Qinglian Meditation Pond before, and there was also a vacancy, and he guessed some clues in his heart. I think this should be caused by the scarcity of Qi Pavilion students, not the idle behavior of lazy students.

An old man with white hair and a clear beard looked at the thirteen people quietly, and his eyes were not cloudy.

Ye Chenfeng, who was behind a bronze Ding furnace, noticed the old man and knew that it was the old man Zhou mentioned in Mr. Shangguan's words.

After glancing at Ye Chenfeng, Old Zhou finally said in a deep voice: "After the meditation class is over, the old man will teach you the method of refining weapons. I just don't know, have you ever forgotten what the old man taught you last time, about the true meaning of the word refining?"

The twelve students, including Zhang Xiaoshun, all responded: "The students have never forgotten. ”

Zhou Lao nodded and looked at Zhang Xiaoshun. Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoshun, whose heart was beating faster, turned red, and gradually lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhou Lao.

He was the least perceptive of the twelve, and even if he had a mental memory, he could never imprint what he had learned in his mind. At this time, he was watched by Zhou Lao, who knew himself, and his heart was weak, and cold sweat flowed down his face unconsciously.

Old Zhou's eyes were glazed, and there was an extra slender bamboo ruler in his hand. Seeing this, everyone looked at Zhang Xiaoshun with cold hands and feet with some schadenfreude.

Zhang Xiaoshun's face turned pale, so he had to walk towards Zhou Lao with a bitter face under the gaze of everyone. Ye Chenfeng didn't know why, but he was a little worried about Zhang Xiaoshun in his heart.

Ten crisp sounds echoed in the hall on the ground floor of the small tower, making the already sparsely populated hall even more empty. Zhang Xiaoshun, who was a little red and swollen in his hands, gritted his teeth and held back his tears, not daring to complain at all.

When Ye Chenfeng looked at Old Zhou again, there was already a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

The old gentleman seemed to be a little mean, and he acted quite harshly. It seemed that the path of cultivating the method of refining weapons was not as smooth sailing as he imagined.