Chu Yuan did not delay, and hurriedly began to make guitars according to the specifications imprinted on the jade wall.

Due to the help of divine sense, there is no need for any measuring tools, so it is also very quick to make, plus Chu Yuan's ingenuity, it didn't take much effort, and a wooden guitar was born.

Chu Yuan installed the strings of the guqin on the guitar and tuned the tone, Chu Yuan tried to play it, and the sound was pleasant and beautiful, not bad.

Yang Wei watched from the side and said with a smile: "This sound is somewhat similar to the pipa. ”

Chu Yuan nodded: "It's similar, but the style of playing is completely different." ”

Yang Wei was not interested in the music rhythm at all, nodded, and went back to his small cave to sleep.

Yang Wei was still unsatisfied with refining the Divine Infant Pill for a few hours last night, but on this green mountain, in order to avoid exposure, he could only find a quiet place to refine his spiritual power at night, and during the day, he still had to seal and cultivate and be an ordinary farmer.

Chu Yuan looked at the sky, it was already noon, and it was the right time to go up the mountain at this time, thinking that after handing over those iron pot version of the Divine Infant Pill to Su Changmin, he would go to the martial arts arena himself, and then be a roadside singer and a prince of love songs.

Putting the guitar into his system space, Chu Yuan happily went up the mountain.

The screen turns.

Su Changmin weighed the weight of the storage bag, and said with some expectation: "Yuan'er, how many are there?" ”

Chu Yuan said angrily: "Don't you know if you look at it?" ”

Su Changmin really didn't expect that Chu Yuan would practice it in just one day, and the weight of this storage bag gave him the feeling that it was at least ten bases.

Thinking that in the past, Liang Lao gave him alchemy, refining seven or eight pills each time, and only about ten pills in half a year, even so, Su Changmin was very happy every time he got it.

"I said Lao Su, can't you take a look for yourself? With a sweep of consciousness, how much of it is clear at a glance, what do you ask me to do? Chu Yuan was a little puzzled, what is wrong with Su Changmin, he can't count?

Although Chu Yuan said this, Su Changmin was not angry, in his eyes, a heaven-level alchemist was an existence that could be equal to himself.

Su Changmin had a smile on his face, looking forward to injecting his divine sense into the storage bag, it didn't matter if he saw it, he immediately gasped!

"It's... This..."Su Changmin felt like he had a stroke, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Chu Yuan sneered in his heart, he had foreseen this scene a long time ago, and Su Changmin must have been shocked and incoherent.

"Lao Su, I said can you calm down, just this little elixir, see what excites you, there will be so much every month in the future, just give me the elixir regularly!"

"So much every month?" Su Changmin's whole heart hung up, and he said incredulously: "Really? ”

Originally, Su Changmin's expectation for Chu Yuan was six per month, and he and Chang Jian shared two of them, and one person could also share three.

Now there are seventy-two pills a month, and this person can divide them into thirty-six, and looking at the grade of these pills, one by one with a pill pattern, they are all heaven-level pills, and the medicinal effect is a hundred times better than before.

"Ahh Happiness came so quickly. ”

Immersed in this happy time, Su Changmin didn't even notice that Chu Yuan slipped away under his nose.

was about to praise Chu Yuan for a few words, but there was no Chu Yuan in front of him, Su Changmin muttered, "This kid, I haven't talked to him yet." ”

"Well, but this kid is really good, he is young, he is so capable, and the Qingshan Sect is expected to rise in the future."

Looking at the seventy-two Heavenly Rank Divine Infant Pills in his hand, Su Changmin also wanted to see what Chang Jian's expression would be like when he saw this?

Will you be less calm than yourself?

Separated from Su Changmin, Chu Yuan went straight to the martial arts arena, where there were many passers-by, but few outer disciples came.

The main reason is that the strength of the outer disciples is not enough, and the exercises and martial arts they cultivate are limited, and it is not much use to come to this martial arts arena.

For example, if a person wants to do sit-ups, this action can be done at home as a simple one.

But if one wants to practice diving, one must go to a professional swimming pool to train.

Different levels and levels determine the environment they need.

There are people coming and going in this martial arts arena, some people come to improve their skills, some people just come to be idle and boring, some people just come here to make friends, and some people come to peek at the girl they have a crush on.

Chu Yuan came to the stands and found that there were already several people, and their eyes were all facing Zhao Jiujiu's location in unison.

Zhao Jiuyue was shedding tears in a place in the martial arts arena, and Chen Yuehao was with her.

Chu Yuan found that when Zhao Jiujiu was training, his eyes would glance in one direction from time to time, and he followed her gaze, which was the training ground where Zuo Juntang was.

Seeing this scene, Chu Yuan suddenly sighed, it seems that the goddess he is pursuing has a heart.

This Zuo Juntang must be good-looking, talented, and powerful. Although he is not bad, his temperament seems to be much worse than others.

Temperament is really something that can't be pretended, like Chu Yuan, who is usually a fool and has an uninhibited temperament, he can't be a person like a righteous gentleman.

But the woman you fancy doesn't like to chase yourself, right?

There is a saying, as long as the hoe is good, how can there be a wall that can't be dug down?

Besides, whether Zuo Juntang is interested in Zhao Jiujiu or not, it is two words, otherwise she would not be like herself, secretly watching on the side.

At this time, a monk in the late stage of the Jindan period walked up to Zhao Jiuyue, holding a chrysanthemum that seemed to have just been picked, handed it to Zhao Jiujiu, and said something to Zhao Jiuyue.

It was clear that the monk had gone to confess.

Seeing that Zhao Jiujiu took the chrysanthemum, but bowed to the monk, the corners of Chu Yuan's mouth raised, and he said in his heart: "This is a good person card." ”

You're a good guy and will find someone better than me.

The reason why I accept your flowers is because the flowers are really beautiful, and this friendship still needs to be accepted.

Chu Yuan only felt that his goddess was polite and self-contained, which made those crushes admire him even more.

Chu Yuan was wondering, would there be a fan support group similar to Zhao Jiujiu here? He glanced over, and there were seventeen or eighteen who were secretly looking at Zhao Jiujiu.

It seems that the competition is fierce! Chu Yuan took out the guitar from the system space, and played and sang a little lonely, like a lonely and lonely bard.