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"What are you talking about?" Yang Feishuang held a flower in his hand, according to the man, it was carefully cultivated by him, and it only bloomed ten times a year, and it was always sent recently. A broken flower, Yang Feishuang really didn't look at it.

"Senior sister once asked me to pay attention to Uncle Taishang's movements, and today the head of the family came and said a lot of things to the master, one of which is that Uncle Taishang is going to accept apprentices. The man was dressed in red, and was obviously a disciple of the inner gate.

"Who is it!" Yang Feishuang struggled to control his expression, for fear that the good image he had been maintaining would be damaged.

"His name is Han Xiaoning, I don't know the specific origin, and it is said that he is a disciple who has just started. ”

The male disciple is almost to the point where he knows everything and says everything, and he is also taking a great risk by bringing this news over, some things are the secrets of the master and cannot be divulged to the outside world.

However, as soon as he thought that his sweetheart wanted to become a disciple of the Ninth Peak, he had to pay attention and have to say it, otherwise his heart would be even more tormented.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for coming over and telling me, since Senior Uncle Taishang has already accepted apprentices, then forget it. Yang Feishuang put the flower in his hand into the vase and said so, and the senior brother was very surprised when he heard this.

"Why don't you try again? Uncle Tai doesn't necessarily just accept one apprentice. The man asked tentatively.

"No need, I can't get the appreciation of Uncle Taishi, that's no way, there's no need to worry too much. Yang Feishuang's face returned to normal, his face didn't matter, and the man who saw it was even more happy.

He knew that Uncle Taishang was powerful, and countless female disciples liked him, so he naturally couldn't compare with Uncle Taishi. If Senior Sister Feishuang is bent on being Uncle Taishang's apprentice, it is useless to be jealous. However, looking at the current appearance of the senior sister, it seems that she doesn't like the senior uncle at all, which makes the man how unhappy.

"Ahem!" A coughing sound came from outside, and the man knew that this was the agreed code, and once someone outside arrived, the person outside would cough twice to signal the people in the house. The man's heart tightened, gave Yang Feishuang a look, and flew away from the window, leaving Yang Feishuang alone, and swept all the things on the table to the ground.

The sound of broken porcelain came, and Wu Mufen, who was standing outside the door, shook, she knew that Senior Sister Yang must be angry, but Wu Mufen was also familiar with Yang Feishuang's character. Now that she is angry, no one will get any good results when she goes in, so she is reluctant to touch this moldy head, and stands outside the door as if she didn't hear it.

Sure enough, the sound of ping-pong in the room kept coming, and it wasn't until after a stick of incense that Yang Feishuang's voice sounded again.

"Go and call Jin Rui!"

The cold voice was murderous, Wu Mufen's legs trembled a little, but she didn't dare to delay Yang Feishuang's matter, and turned around and ran down the mountain. Jin Rui, this person Wu Mufen knows that although she doesn't know the specific level of cultivation, every time this person appears, it means that someone is bound to die.

She has been by Yang Feishuang's side for many years, and she has seen Jin Rui three times, and each time it is accompanied by the end of a life. Thinking of this, Wu Mufen was a little excited, and went to call Jin Rui, could it be that Senior Sister Yang wanted to find him to kill Han Xiaoning? If so, then it would be really great, Wu Mufen's steps became brisk, and he walked towards Jin Rui's courtyard.

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Half a month later, Han Xiaoning looked at the medium-grade pill in her hand and was a little worried, although the medium-grade pill was powerful, she never thought of taking it herself. This elixir carries erysipelas, which will have an impact on the body and cultivation. She believed that she could refine a better elixir. Han Xiaoning naturally wouldn't be in a hurry to take a medium-grade pill.

"It's a bit wasteful to throw it away. Han Xiaoning looked at those pills in a daze, her level of refining medicine has improved a little recently, refining seven or eight medium-grade pills, if she throws it away like this, she will inevitably feel a little distressed, these are all exchanged for contribution points.

Although the herbs planted in the yard are about to mature again, and they can change their contribution value once, Han Xiaoning still adheres to the spirit of thrift, and what can not be wasted must not be wasted, and cherishing every bit can make her path of cultivating immortals go further.

Although Han Xiaoning worshipped Mo Zifeng as a teacher, she never thought of asking Mo Zifeng for any cultivation resources, in her opinion, the master-apprentice relationship between herself and Mo Zifeng was just a name. Mo Zifeng also has no obligation to be a master to her, she can't be too greedy.

"What are you looking at?" asked the fat girl, puzzled.

"Some elixir. Han Xiaoning showed the fat girl the pill in her hand, and did not hide the fact that she knew how to refine the pill at all.

"What elixir, you bought it?" The fat girl wiped her hands clean while eating the barbecue in her mouth, and then took the elixir and looked at it, the elixir is very important to every disciple.

"I didn't buy it, I refined it. Han Xiaoning said very calmly.

"Can you do alchemy?" The fat girl was stunned for a moment, and then asked in shock, she didn't know that Han Xiaoning went to the ninth peak and became Mo Zifeng's apprentice.

In order to get together with the fat girl, or because she didn't believe Mo Zifeng from the heart, she kept Han Xiaoning's small courtyard and never forgot it. In her heart, this is her own territory, and every month, she will get together with the fat girl here.

No wonder the fat girl is suspicious of Han Xiaoning, alchemy is indeed not something that ordinary people can do. Although there are many monks in the Lingshan Sect today, there are really few alchemists, and it is not too much to describe them as rare. Among them, the most powerful is Sun Maoshan, the peak master of Caomu Peak, who is said to be able to refine into a fourth-level elixir, which is the middle-grade elixir in Han Xiaoning's mouth.

Han Xiaoning didn't know why, the way the ancestor divided the pills was different from that of ordinary people. The widely accepted way of dividing the elixir in the Lingshan Sect is to divide the elixir into nine levels, with each third level being a stage. However, the division of Qingshan Zhenren is different, and it is only divided into three grades, that is, low-grade pills, middle-grade pills, and top-grade pills.

According to Han Xiaoning's own understanding, Sun Maoshan's four-grade pill should be equivalent to the primary level of the middle-grade pill in the mouth of the ancestor, if so, his alchemy ability is indeed good. Speaking of the last sentence, I know how to do alchemy, so it's not such a weak thing.

"That's right, I know how to do alchemy. You replied simply, and Han Xiaoning didn't say anything to the fat girl.

"It's weird that I find that you always do things I didn't expect. Han Xiaoning, I found that you were born to exist to fight others!" The fat girl took a bite of the chicken leg in her mouth and said. She decided to turn her grief and anger into motivation, eat more meat, eat good meat, and make up for her hurt heart.

"I'm just luckier than others, I'm just hardworking. Han Xiaoning is so modest, but also to keep his friendship boat, looking at the fat girl's expression, this boat may capsize at any time. (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )