"Hehehe, the reason why the monk is hungry must be because he is diligent in his cultivation and is also practicing a variety of powerful exercises. From this inference, the young man with the pseudonym of madness has unlimited potential, and as soon as we come forward, it will be a big deal, and you must find him with your heart. The prosperity of a family must not only cultivate its own talents, but also constantly introduce strong talents for my use. ”

This method is not a new method in the major families, collect talents for their own use, and then find a certain clan girl to marry him, so that they will slowly become their own people.

"Good!" Song Qingshu and Song Chuchu agreed at the same time. It is their honor to entrust such a huge and important task to them. If the geniuses of many families know about it, they will probably have to grab it if they break the head.

In the eyes of the ancestors of the Song family, Song Qingshu is a rare talent, otherwise he would not pay attention to the battlefield he is in. Although he met a monster like Yang Fengfeng in this battle and lost the battle, his realm is improving, and his combat experience is also improving. In the future, it will be another big giant.

This time they all dispersed contentedly, going their own way.

The brothers and sisters of the Song family were full of motivation under the heavy reward, and immediately set out to find Yang Fengfeng, who was codenamed as a madman.

In contrast, although Yang Fengfeng won the 10 million contribution points, he was hungry enough. In fact, hunger is just a symptom, and the real truth is that the cells in his whole body are now in a state of hunger.

Every cell is hungry, hungry worse than mortals.

Yang Fengfeng estimated that if he couldn't find energy to replenish for a long time, there would definitely be problems with his body. Ten million contribution points can't be exchanged for many pills, he thought for a moment, and then remembered the spirit canteen.

There is nothing to do now, and he doesn't dare to cultivate anymore, so he simply flies the sword directly to the spirit canteen.

"Anyone? I'm here to apply for a job as a spiritual kitchen assistant......" After Yang Fengfeng arrived, he shouted again like yesterday. But the situation seems to be the same as yesterday, and I have waited for a long time without the slightest movement.

The day passed in waiting.

Yang Dingfeng had no choice but to go to the pill shop again and exchange the 10 million contribution points he won for ten pills to eat to temporarily relieve his hunger.

Seeing that the sky was not dark, he went to the Alchemy Hall again, and seeing that the Alchemy Hall was still recruiting apprentices with alchemy talents, he hurriedly exchanged his contribution points for a "Grass and Trees Illustrated Book", a "Hundred Beasts Illustrated Book", and a "Introduction to Alchemy Basics" before the closure of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. After finishing, he simply exchanged for another copy of the "Illustrated Guide to Refining Materials" and a copy of "Introduction to the Fundamentals of Refining".

When copying the jade slip, the person in charge involuntarily cast a greedy and hopeless look at Yang Fengfeng.

"Take the token to register, a total of 50 contribution points."

The Immortal Sect encouraged its disciples to study more, so the cost of copying the jade slips in the Zangjing Pavilion was very low. It's just that the door rules stipulate that all disciples must be self-reliant, so they won't be free.

After Yang Dingfeng took it, he remembered that he was interested in the spiritual canteen, and went to the spiritual food classification to find a copy of the "spiritual food recipe" and a copy of the "spiritual kitchen primer".

This time, when the head of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion looked at Yang Fengfeng, he sentenced him to death.

Because with his experience, usually a disciple with so many hearts must have no achievements in cultivation and are not proficient in side business. But he didn't say anything and copied it to Yang Fengfeng as usual.

The long night was long, and Yang Fengfeng, who didn't dare to practice any more exercises, used these jade scrolls to pass the time.

As soon as dawn, Yang Fengfeng went to the spirit canteen again, and after shouting a few times as usual and no one answered, he simply sat on the ground and studied "Spirit Kitchen Primer". Anyway, he always had a feeling that someone inside was paying attention to him. Perhaps this was really a test, he speculated.

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if this is not a test, he can take advantage of this time to learn the basic knowledge of alchemy and refining, and if the spirit canteen is still closed after the foundation is solid, he can also go to the alchemy hall or the refining hall.

After that, for more than ten days, he came here every day.

The strange thing was that he had never seen anyone enter or leave the door of this spiritual cafeteria, except for some monks who looked like they were either rich or noble holding a special jade plaque and could enter and exit the formation freely.

Yang Fengfeng also asked people, but when people saw his dress, they didn't even bother to pay attention to him. Fortunately, Yang Dingfeng's mental cultivation has long been stagnant, otherwise, he really wants to beat those bastards fatly.

Since then, Yang Dingfeng has never asked anyone again. Because the monks who come and go here are generally people with high eyes. Maybe they saw Yang Fengfeng sitting next to the recruitment revelation and knew that he was here to apply.

But no one paid any attention to him. Therefore, Yang Fengfeng shouted a few times a day, and no one agreed, so he buried himself in studying all the jade slips. He actually learned these knowledge of another world with relish! Even, when he studied deeply, he temporarily forgot about his unbearable hunger.

A month later, the spirit cafeteria still didn't open, but by this time, Yang Fengfeng had already comprehended all the contents of the jade slips.

After this month, he has gained a lot. Even if he couldn't enter the spirit canteen, he had found a solution to his hunger during this time.

He got up silently, and when he was about to leave, the formation gate of the spirit canteen suddenly opened. At this moment, a fat monk who was a little drunk and dazed came out of it with a fine wine gourd.

"Wait......"

Yang Dingfeng stared sideways, waiting for his words.

"Take a sip, uh...... What about good wine...... Uh......" The fat monk burped as he spoke, and at the same time gently flung the wine gourd in his hand towards Yang Fengfeng.

Yang Fengfeng took it, and at this time, a mellow aroma of wine wafted into his nose, which made him feel refreshed. He seemed to feel a strong desire from the cells in his body, as if they were all scrambling to shout, "Drink it!" Drink it almost ......"

Although he had never drunk it yet, Yang Dingfeng knew that this was the spirit wine recorded in the illustrated book!

He glanced at the fat friar, tilted his head and took a long gulp, but strangely did not finish the wine. Although this gourd does not look big, it seems to be a space magic weapon, and it contains far more wine than it seems.

As soon as the wine was drunk, the rich spiritual power in it spread out, making all the cells in his body feel a burst of joy. Spirit Fruit Wine! What it contains is not only spiritual power, but also the essence of various spiritual fruits. (To be continued.) )