"Come in!"

Just as Ling Feng was frowning and thinking, a rather gentle voice came from the bamboo building, and it didn't sound like some kind of fierce god.

Ling Feng clenched his fists, a little vigilant in his heart, and walked towards the bamboo building.

Stepping on the steps made of bamboo, Ling Feng walked step by step into the largest bamboo building in the center.

When he came to the door, he stopped and bowed respectfully inside.

"Disciple Ling Feng, I've seen Master!"

Since he was assigned to Xiaozhu Peak, he should be the disciple of the "Duanmu Master". In terms of seniority, isn't it the same generation as those peak masters of the Immortal Sect?

The breeze swept away, and before anyone arrived, a smell of wine came to the nose.

The next moment, I saw an old man dressed in green clothes with white hair walking out of the house, with a wine gourd pinned to his waist, and his hair was a little scattered, quite a bit of "wine immortal" taste.

It looks a little unkempt, but it doesn't look like a vicious person!

"You are the disciple who came into my sect this year?" the old man glanced at Ling Feng and asked.

"Yes, disciple Ling Feng, I've seen Master!" Ling Feng bowed, slightly curious in his heart.

Since it is Yang Wei and Li Liang's uncle, this old man's status should be very high, why would he live in such a humble place?

"You kid is clever, I haven't accepted you yet, so you will worship me as a teacher first. The corners of Duanmu Qingshan's mouth turned up slightly, and he said lightly: "But it's still early to apprentice, as you can see, there are only you and me left in my vein." ”

Ling Feng was stunned, indeed, the closer he got to Xiaozhu Peak, the more sparsely populated he became.

Could it be that this "master" of mine is a strange person, so no one dares to worship him as a teacher?

"Stretch out your hand. Duanmu Qingshan's voice was very magnetic, but unfortunately there was no emotional fluctuation.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and stretched out his right hand.

Duanmu Qingyi grabbed Ling Feng's arm, put it on his veins and sensed it for a moment, then shook his head, "Sure enough, it's another kid with dull qualifications." ”

Ling Feng blinked, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that Yang Wei and Li Liang were not well-intentioned.

It's just that why do they send disciples with mediocre qualifications to Duanmu Qingshanmen?

"Since you call me Master, I will pass on the method of asking you about the foundation of the Immortal Sect. Duanmu Qingyi stood with his hands in his hands, and his voice was still cold.

As he spoke, Duanmu Qingyi took out a book out of nowhere, which was stained with wine, but he could still see the handwriting on it.

"Ask the Immortal Qi Refining Technique"!

"Take it!" Duanmu Qingshan threw the cheats over.

Ling Feng stretched out his hand to catch it, knowing that this was the method of the disciples of the Qi Condensation Realm to exercise their qi, and hurriedly bowed to Duanmu Qingshan, "Thank you, Master." ”

"I said, don't rush to call me master first. Duanmu Qingshan waved his hand, "If you can survive these few days, it's not too late to apprentice." ”

"Survive these few days?" Ling Feng was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Ling Feng had a trace of doubt in his heart, looking at Duanmu Qingyi's attitude, coupled with the eyes of the Zong Yuan who had brought him before. Obviously, in the next few days, I will be in trouble.

Duanmu Qingyi glanced down at Ling Feng and said lightly: "There are some meals in the house, you can go to eat first, and after eating, go to cultivate." Maybe tonight, tomorrow at the latest, disciples from other veins will come to the door to bully you, if you can't hold on, just go to the outer gate obediently. ”

"Sure enough!" Ling Feng's eyes froze, and he clenched his fists, he didn't want to cause trouble, but if trouble came to the door, he wouldn't back down!

Since you have entered the inner door, it is naturally impossible to run to the outer door easily.

The resources that the inner disciples and the outer disciples can get are completely different. If you want to become strong as soon as possible, you must stay in the inner door!

"You and I are destined, there are some healing spiritual herbs and elixirs outside, you can pick them at will if you want. Duanmu Qingshan patted Ling Feng's shoulder, immediately untied the wine gourd around his waist, took a sip, and turned to leave.

Looking at the back of Duanmu Qingyi, Ling Feng was even more puzzled in his heart.

As a figure of the master and uncle of each peak, he watched his disciples being taught a lesson?

What's the secret in this?

However, at this moment, Ling Feng frowned, and found that there seemed to be something wrong with Duanmu Qingshan's body.

"Secret wound?" Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose.

Healer, look, smell, ask, cut.

Ling Feng's medical skills can be called extraordinary, although he does not diagnose the pulse, he is very confident in his eyesight.

"Ask the Immortal Sect's ancestor level senior, in the sect, he has no status, and there are secret wounds on his body......" Ling Feng frowned, "What does all this mean?"

The next moment, he shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I myself am a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, let's find a way to survive these few days first!"

"I finally entered the inner door, and I must not be expelled!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists, he had too many mysteries in his heart, and all of them needed strong strength to solve.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, according to what the Duanmu Qingyi said, he seemed to have planted some elixir.

Out of curiosity, he turned around and walked to the courtyard in front of the bamboo building, and sure enough, he saw a few medicine fields.

"Purple blood ginseng!"

"Strange Chrysanthemum!"

"Baby, they're all good babies!"

Ling Feng's eyelids jumped wildly, these were all elixirs that couldn't be seen in the mortal world!

As a healer, when he saw these elixir herbs, Ling Feng's brain was almost dizzy with excitement.

Since Duanmu Qingyi is allowed to pick it yourself, it should be okay to pick some by yourself.

......

Duanmu Qingsan sat by the window, drinking and looking at Ling Feng with his eyes.

"It's strange, how could this kid be so interested in these herbs, ordinary people probably can't even recognize them. ”

This Mu Qingyi is also a skilled Taoist doctor, and the medicinal materials he planted in the courtyard are also used to treat his own secret injuries.

It stands to reason that without considerable medical attainments, it is impossible to recognize those partial medicinal materials.

Suddenly, a black gas flashed on Duanmu Qingshan's forehead, and he hurriedly sealed several points on the left half of his body, and it took a long time before he recovered his breath.

"Lin Canglang, Yang Wei, you don't want to trap me Duanmu Qingyi for a lifetime!"

Duanmu Qingyi snorted lightly, and finally withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at Ling Feng.

He knew very well that even if this young man named Ling Feng knew some medical skills, he couldn't change his fate.

It won't be long before he will be the same as those mediocre talents who were sent in the previous ten years, he can't stand the bullying of the disciples of other lineages and takes the initiative to leave.