In Zhuo Yifan's view, anyone who can make the business bigger is also very tactful, they have a long-term vision and keen insight, and if they want to gain more, they must pay something, so Qian Dafu gave nearly one-third more elixir according to Zhuo Yifan's request, which also made him very happy, and now he is the time to continue to source the crystal. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as he returned to his residence, Zhuo Yifan began to refine the medicine day and night, and in a whole night, he succeeded five times and failed three times, and obtained more than thirty bottles of the source elixir. Because he didn't sleep all night, so that the next day, Zhuo Yifan almost dozed off when he walked.

"Hey! Zhuo Yifan! Just as Zhuo Yifan was going down the stairs, a sudden voice from behind him startled him, and he rolled down the stairs on the second floor of the teaching building with a grunt.

The culprit who made the sound couldn't bear to cover her eyes, she looked down from the gap between her fingers, and Zhuo Yifan, who fell down the stairs, miraculously snored.

Murong Xue came to Zhuo Yifan's side, squatted down and looked at the guy in front of him funny, his face was haggard, and the dark circles in his eyes were as funny as a giant panda.

She bit her index finger, and she didn't understand how such a simple greeting scared the guy to sleep.

Stretched out his hand and patted Zhuo Yifan's face, and roared loudly twice in his ear, Zhuo Yifan got up from the ground in a daze, "Ah! Eat, eat so soon? ”

Murong Xue directly knocked on Zhuo Yifan's head, "Eat you big-headed ghost, it's just past breakfast time, you know how to eat all day long, did you go to Fengyue Tower last night, look at you like this, it's like your whole body has been drained." ”

Zhuo Yifan rolled his eyes weakly, "Young Master Ben practiced the potion for a whole day yesterday, okay?" I know that I haven't slept yet, this alchemy is much more tiring than the merry and happy thing. ”

Murong Xue's beautiful eyes widened, and Zhuo Yifan's forehead was a little, "Stinky guy!" You don't want to die, that's a lot of effort, you actually worked all day, you don't need to work so hard, right? ”

"Hey! In order to live, you have to go crazy. If you don't work hard, you won't have rice in the pot. Zhuo Yifan walked towards his classroom as he spoke.

Murong Xue looked at Zhuo Yifan's very tired shadow blankly, and there was an inexplicable sadness in her heart, "What kind of experience makes such a man work so hard for life." ”

Zhuo Yifan's classroom, on the second floor of the teaching building, because most of the buildings here are wooden structures, so the highest is only three floors, walking on this not too high floor, Zhuo Yifan has a feeling of floating, as if there is no sense of gravity on the soles of his feet, and all the weight is concentrated in the head.

Just as Zhuo Yifan dreamed of Yue Ling'er's beautiful and delicate body, his saliva began to go up to the desk in front of him. Suddenly, a mixed yellow potato flew towards Zhuo Yifan's forehead.

With a bang, a big cell was directly smashed out of his head, and Zhuo Yifan stood up in an instant, "Who?" Which king dares to smash the master. He looked around, only to find that he was asleep in the classroom, and the Dan furnace on the table in front of him and the elixir in it had been roasted, and the smoke was billowing out, polluting the air of the entire classroom.

"Zhuo Yifan, right? Immediately roll the old lady to the corridor, before the end of class, not allowed to enter the classroom. "Zhuo Yifan's tutor is an old lady over seventy years old, named Wang Xihua, a very old-fashioned name, but it is said that when she was young, she was a talented girl like the famous overlord flower of Tianjiao Academy, and later she was valued by the top management of the school to stay in school to teach.

Zhuo Yifan simply cleaned up the Dan furnace in front of him, and stood in front of the wall outside the corridor, after the class bell rang, everyone was surprised to find that this guy actually fell asleep with his face against the wall, and there was a trace of saliva overflowing from the corner of his mouth. The male compatriots all secretly gave a thumbs up, while the female compatriots all showed disgusted expressions.

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, it was a month, Zhuo Yifan was an all-night alchemist almost every day, and he spent almost all day in the corridor of the teaching building, and over time, this kid got a loud title "Sleeping God"

After a month of desperate efforts, Zhuo Yifan finally had more than 300,000 low-grade source crystals, but when he wanted to buy a set of second-order mystical weapons for himself, he sadly found that 300,000 lower-grade source crystals were only enough to buy a pair of mystical underwear made of heavenly silk, and as for equipment such as Xuanwu battle armor and Xuanwu sword, at least 500,000 yuan crystals were needed.

It was another sunny day, and as Zhuo Yifan's 'fame' grew, many admiring disciples came to watch him, a strange figure who had slept in the corridor for a month.

"Hey! Senior brother, have you seen it, this is the kid who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to learn, I heard that he has been dozing off for a month, I really don't know if this kid's 100,000 yuan crystals are blown by the wind, such a waste of learning opportunities. A charming-looking girl disdainfully skimmed Zhuo Yifan, who was sleeping soundly.

And the young man next to the woman smiled, "I think this guy is quite open, it is estimated that other people's families have a lot of money, and there is a good father, how can it be like us, every month we spend a few days in the Xuan Beast Forest to hunt Xuan Beasts to earn Source Crystals." ”

If Zhuo Yifan heard the conversation between the two, he didn't know how he would feel, you must know that he has been refining potions for a month, and whether he is on the earth or in the Taiyan Ancient Domain, he can be regarded as an orphan, let alone a cow fork father, not only has his own cultivation not improved at all in the past month, but because of the excessive consumption of his own source power, his cultivation has regressed a little, but Zhuo Yifan doesn't care too much.

At this time, Murong Xue, who was passing by, happened to see the scene of Zhuo Yifan sleeping with his face against the wall, and he felt an indescribable sadness in his heart, but he didn't know what to say, after all, the relationship between the two was not good, nor bad, so he had to step forward and silently take out a handkerchief to wipe the tears in the corners of Zhuo Yifan's eyes and the horns of his mouth, just when Murong Xue was about to stop, Zhuo Yifan reached out and grabbed Murong Xue's wrist, "Mom, don't go, don't go, my son wants to eat longevity noodles every day, Son can't live without you............" At this time, Zhuo Yifan was having a dream, he dreamed of his mother, who had passed away for more than five years, and his mother cooked his favorite longevity noodles, and then smiled and watched him happily eat longevity noodles, and finally his mother became more and more blurred, until he finally disappeared in front of Zhuo Yifan, and he also woke up from the dream.

All the senior brothers and sisters who were watching all this understood why Zhuo Yifan was in tears and drooling, it turned out that this guy dreamed that his mother cooked his favorite longevity noodles, and at this time, some people at the scene were overflowing with love, while some people were cold and contemptuous.

When Zhuo Yifan opened his eyes, he saw that Murong Xue was wiping his saliva, he was a little embarrassed to say thank you, smiled at Murong Xue slightly, and then closed his eyes again, he hoped that he could dream of his mother again.

Originally, Murong Xue didn't have much interest in Zhuo Yifan, but seeing that Zhuo Yifan could fall asleep while standing and being punished, and she had sad dreams, she became very curious.

What is it that makes a sixteen or seventeen-year-old so tired? What is it that makes the dignified seven-foot man cry? What is it that makes him blind and indifferent to the curious gaze around him? Everything about Zhuo Yifan detonated Murong Xue's burning gossip soul.

Looking at Zhuo Yifan, who continued to sleep, Murong Xue smiled helplessly, and then drove away all the onlookers around him, creating a quiet rest environment for him.

In the distance, Liushou and Yue Ling'er also looked curiously at Zhuo Yifan, who was acting strangely, although they were far away, but as cultivators, they could still faintly hear Zhuo Yifan's dreams.

At this time, Liu's face was full of disdain, and her attention to Zhuo Yifan was significantly reduced, but Yue Ling'er was as curious about Zhuo Yifan as Murong Xue.

When the bell rang for the end of class, the septuagenarian tutor Wang Xihua said to Zhuo Yifan, "Zhuo Yifan, I'll come to my office later." Then he disappeared at the end of the hallway at breakneck speed. Those male and female disciples who passed by Zhuo Yifan's side all pointed at Zhuo Yifan, not knowing what they were discussing, and he didn't pay attention to it, only a tall boy named Hu Shan quietly came to Zhuo Yifan's side and whispered a word.

"Brother Zhuo, let's have a party for the newcomers in the evening, do you want to go with me to participate, I heard that several beautiful sisters are here!" Looking at Hu Shan's lewd expression, Zhuo Yifan slapped him twice on the chest, and his thin body shook slightly, almost unsteady on his feet.

"Brother Hu, with your small body, I don't know how many waves and women have been ravaged, even if you give you two beauties for nothing tonight, can you eat it?"

Na Hu Shan smiled and leaned into Zhuo Yifan's ear, "Dissatisfied with Brother Zhuo, the younger brother's n has been handed over to his left and right hands many times, and he is still a junior brother." ”

Zhuo Yifan laughed, "Come on, buddy still has something to do tonight, so I won't go, you can help me eat more spiritual food, I have to go to the mentor later, I don't know what to do with me?" ”

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