He Qianjun, who disappeared behind the voice of the woman in red, returned to his crystal curtain room again.

The auction hall beneath the crystal screen was empty.

He Liang, who was sitting firmly on the wooden chair, looked at the one-step Xuan bone that was almost as thick as an arm on top of his legs with satisfaction.

Carefully picked up the Xuan Bone and put it down again, and even He Qianjun, who was returning back and forth, didn't pay much attention to it.

"Boy, if you can refine the essence and blood contained in this bone into sixty percent, no, even if it is fifty percent, even if you are a fryer and sell iron, let that sea bowl accept you as an apprentice. ”

Hearing this, He Liang put the heartbone of the third-order mountain-piercing beast he had just photographed into the white mustard seed bag, and looked back at He Qianjun behind him.

Many people have heard of it, and even seen it with their own eyes, in order to eat a bowl of noodles, He Qianjun, the head of the Heavenly Dao Mansion, often goes to a remote noodle restaurant in the food street next to the Heavenly Dao Courtyard regardless of his identity.

But only a few people who really knew the intentions knew what the true intentions of the mansion master He Qianjun were.

The owner of the remote noodle restaurant called "a big bowl of noodles" that can be visited by He Qianjun many times and has a very high noodle price is naturally not simple, and it is not simple.

The reason why He Qianjun went there many times was not to covet the big bowl of noodles he made like Wu Chen, but to the point where He Qianjun didn't care much about his appetite, the real purpose was to run to the sea bowl.

Few people know that the huge body of this weird noodle restaurant in the middle of a winding alley is a pharmacist, a real pharmacist, and a high-level pharmacist who can scare people to death.

Being able to become a pharmacist is often one in a million monks, and a high-level pharmacist is not to say that it is Beizhou, even if it is placed in Zhongzhou, it is an existence that has been broken by all forces and rushed to welcome back to the mountain as an offering.

In this era when the Medicine Saint is either extinct or hidden, the upper-level pharmacist is the top-level existence that can be seen, and there are only a handful of upper-level pharmacists on the Xuanwu Continent, and every upper-level pharmacist, even the Xuanhuang powerhouse, has to be respectful.

Being able to meet the big bowl of the sea is also an opportunity for He Qianjun.

Hai Dawan didn't expect that the kid he saved on a whim actually unified Beizhou in the end and became the lord of Tiandao Mansion, and he also began to stalk himself.

He Qianjun also knew that the barren Beizhou couldn't take anything to keep a high-level pharmacist, so he began to think about some other things, and finally decided to try to give He Liangsai to the other party as a disciple, but this attempt was several years, He Qianjun insisted, and Hai Dawan was even more resolute.

Especially when He Qianjun finally vaguely guessed that Hai Dawan couldn't leave Beizhou for some reason, he also swept away the last trace of worry in his heart, and in the end, Hai Dawan, who really had no choice, didn't even give He Qianjun a chance to see him.

With the gradual change of Beizhou, the burden on He Qianjun, the lord of the mansion, naturally became heavier, but it made Hai Dawan steal a few years of idleness, and thought that He Qianjun couldn't hold on and gave up.

If Hai Dawan heard what He Qianjun said, he didn't know what to think, and maybe he would be moved by the other party's persistence.

What He Qianjun didn't know was that Hai Dawan did not refuse, but from the time He Qianjun first revealed his thoughts to him, the test equal to He Liang had already begun, and Hai Dawan's rejection of He Qianjun for a few years was equal to He Liang's test for a few years.

Under this test, He Liang's more and more exquisite cooking skills were born, especially in the aspect of boiling soup, if He Liang's boiled things were replaced with Xuancao elixir, then He Liang would definitely be a qualified liquid medicine master at this time, and perhaps this invisible test would continue for several years.

The pharmacist, especially the higher the stand, the more strict he will be in selecting disciples.

Although each pharmacist is different, there is a common strangeness, the mantle of the pharmacist is only passed on to the disciples and not to the children and relatives, which also causes the pharmacist to become more and more rare, but it makes each pharmacist seem particularly precious.

Don't think that a few years of observation and testing are very long, if Hai Dawan reveals his identity as an upper-level pharmacist and reveals his willingness to accept disciples, let alone a test of a few years, even if it is a test of decades, there will only be piles of monks swarming in.

He Liang was a little stunned, of course he knew about Hai Da Bowl, He Qianjun's insistence that his son had heard of it, but he could only be regarded as knowing the surface, so when he said that he wanted He Liang to be a disciple of Hai Da Wan, He Liang reacted for a while.

He Liang, who thought about it, thought that it was he who asked He Qianjun for Xuanjing to make Xuangu soup, which made He Qianjun dissatisfied, and really wanted to send himself to boil soup and learn to cook, although it is a hobby that He Liang particularly loves, but the way of cultivation is a lifelong thing for He Liang, which is by no means comparable to these small hobbies.

He Qianjun, who didn't give He Liang a chance to ask, waved his hand at He Liang, signaling that the other party could leave.

After getting up, He Liang was full of doubts, but he didn't ask out loud, after all, he had already been kicked twice today, and according to past experience, this third kick would not be as light as the previous two feet.

After all, the He family, that is, the rules set by He Qianjun himself, have been repeated again and again.

Holding the white mustard seed bag containing the bones, He Liang walked out, his steps were a little heavy.

When he was about to leave the door, He Qianjun's voice suddenly reappeared behind him, "By the way, what is the name of the monk who came out of the secret realm you said with you?"

He Liang stopped, looked back at He Qianjun, although he was a little puzzled, he still said the word "Wu Chen" honestly, He Qianjun did not reply, and the crystal screen room fell into silence for a while.

He Liang, who had no head or tail for a while, turned around and was about to leave, but He Qianjun suddenly asked as if he remembered something: "Which Wu Chen of the Heavenly Dao Academy is it?"

He Liang did not rush to reply, but fell into thought, although he refused to be separated from Wu Chen in the dense forest of the Dark Valley for some time last time, but He Liang was very sure that he had not heard Wu Chen mention that he was from the Heavenly Dao Academy.

And the clothes worn by Wu Chen, who had just set off from the Wu family in Tianhe City at that time, were not the robes of the Tiandao Academy that he often wore, but the brocade that was common on the children of the family.

Therefore, He Liang didn't know if Wu Chen was from the Heavenly Dao Academy.

It is estimated that it was a little long waiting for He Liang's answer, and He Qianjun waved his hand impatiently.

He Liang didn't think much about it, and turned to leave.

He Qianjun on the wooden chair was deep in thought, his eyes flashing at the empty auction, and he said silently: Wu Chen, Wu Chen of the Heavenly Dao Academy.