"Yes, Master, but this Qi Sense Seed won't be gone by itself, will it?" Although Zisu is very calm in the face of many things, she is still full of real curiosity about this novel experience.

Looking at Zisu's expression and movements, Feng Qingyang sighed in his heart, I really don't know what this child has experienced, he usually always looks cold and mature, and only now does he show his childish side.

"This qi seed exists in the human body on the day the baby is born, but some people can't feel it in their lifetime, and some people can easily condense it, and you belong to the latter." The wind explained lightly.

"Got it, Master, that disciple has gone to practice internal strength." Zisu's heat was so strong that he impatiently entered the house.

Looking at the wind lightly smiled and shook his head, it was at this time that I could see Zi Su's eager appearance, this is what a young man looks like.

Feng Qingyang looked at Zisu's door and thought for a while, this disciple of her own, she is arrogant and wants to create her own power, so let yourself, the master, help her. Thinking of this, the wind blew lightly and walked out with his hands behind his back.

Zisu sat quietly in the room and realized the mystery of the inner strength and mind over and over again, and the meager internal force was swimming in the body over and over again, growing a little bit.

Zisu is a quiet room, not far from the Qingshan Academy, but the pot has exploded, and today's academy dining hall provides a delicious salted duck egg, golden and oily, not to mention how good the taste is.

Even the masters, who have always been teachers and do not say a word, are full of praise for the little salted egg yolk.

"I don't know where the dean got this salted duck egg, it's really delicious, the grass is eaten and the water is evenly colored, and the green oil is steamed and yellow, hahaha." A master surnamed Liu improvised two sentences, and everyone thought it was appropriate.

I have to say that this is the most lively day since the canteen of Castle Peak Academy was set up, if not for anything else, just for that small salted egg yolk.

"Go and send a letter to my father, and ask him to check the origin of this salted duck egg, to keep it secret, and not to cause people to be disgusted." A fifteen-year-old boy whispered a soft order to the scholar behind him.

"Yes, Childe, the little one will go." The little scholar replied and ran down.

If Ling is here, he must know that this little boy's surname is Zhou Boyan, and he is the son of Zhou Ruiqing, one of the five major merchants in Tianlan, and he already has a reputation for showing talent at a young age, but he is still studying in Qingshan Academy to prepare for next year's exam.

This Zhou family is not only one of the five major merchants, but also the silk merchant who sits firmly in the first place in the silk business in the south of the Yangtze River, and is also in the name of the imperial merchant, one-third of the silk silk silk sent to the palace every year is through the hands of the Zhou family.

However, as the eldest son and grandson of the Zhou family, Zhou Boyan acts in a low-key manner, never publicizes his work, is self-denying and courteous, and is knowledgeable.

At the same time, this Zhou Gongzi is also one of Zisu's goals, don't look at a small salted duck egg The profit is not high, it can't stand the deliciousness of this thing, and the demand is large, whether it is a dignitary or a poor person, it is its customer group, I believe that the Zhou family will not let go of this opportunity.