"Why do you ask that?"

"Don't hide it from Xiaoyou, the old man is also an alchemist, and he has made some achievements in Danshu." The old man stroked his beard and slowly spoke: "Xiaoyou is talented, if you don't have a teacher, you might as well consider joining the old man's door?" ”

Fu Qingyu's eyelids jumped.

I didn't expect her to really get it right......

This old man took a fancy to her talent and wanted to take her as an apprentice!

But...... How did he know that she was a Dan Master, and she had some talent in Dan Dao?

"Thanks to the love of the seniors, the younger generations have already been taught." After Fu Qingyu refused, her face was a little puzzled.

If she remembers correctly, yesterday was the first time she met the old man, how did the old man know that she was quite talented in alchemy?

"Little friend, do you remember the deep sprouts?" The old man asked.

Abyssal sprouts?

Are the three Abyssal Sprouts she bought at the auction in Tianshu City now?

Fu Qingyu still remembered that the three spirit grasses had been concocted and dried when they were bought, and when she rearranged the medicinal properties, she found that there was a trace of divine thought attached to them.

Could it be that the previous owner of the three abyssal sprouts was the old man in front of him?

The old man nodded and admitted, "The box of abyssal sprouts you bought was the one that the old man put there to sell." ”

As for attaching divine thoughts to the spirit grass, it was not intentional, it was just a coincidence.

The sample-level spiritual plants of the Abyssal Grass can be seen everywhere in his medicine garden, everywhere, inexhaustible, and every time they are picked in batches and dried into hay, and that trace of divine thought is estimated to have been accidentally left behind at that time.

didn't expect it, so by mistake he found a good seedling suitable for inheriting his mantle.

It's a pity that this good seedling is already a disciple of someone else's family.

The old man sighed regretfully, and then thought that the skills of an alchemist who could cultivate such a disciple should not be underestimated.

"I don't know if the commander can be in Xuanfang City? Why don't you invite the little friend to have dinner with the master and discuss Dandao together? ”

"I'm sorry, Master, his old man is not in Xuanfang City......" Fu Qingyu took out the old cliché, saying that his master had been in hiding from the world for a long time, and he rarely went out and didn't see outsiders.

The regret on the old man's face deepened a little, and Fu Qingyu also had some regret in her heart.

When she first concocted those three abyssal sprouts, she felt that the last Dan master who dealt with those three abyssal sprouts was not only skilled, but also that her insights on dealing with spiritual plants were not below her.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no way to conjure up a master for himself right now, Fu Qingyu would still be very willing to discuss Dan Dao with the old man.

I thought it would be a pity to miss it, but I didn't expect the old man to live in the same inn with them.

When the old man opened his mouth again and invited Fu Qingyu to discuss Dan together, Fu Qingyu did not refuse again.

The two came to the teahouse next to the inn and asked for a private room with a window on the street, and then began to communicate.

The two sides did not point out their own teachers or sects, but only started with the simplest "increase the amount of Dan Cheng", and then discussed the treatment of some rare spirit plants, as well as the control of fire during alchemy, etc......

The more she talked about Fu Qingyu, the more frightened she became, the old man in front of him was far above him in terms of his insights and insights into alchemy, and his knowledge even surpassed that of his grandfather.

In her past cognition, her grandfather was already the most powerful alchemist in the entire Dongzhou, who knew that there were people outside the world, and there were heavens outside the sky, in the past, she was too shallow!

However, when did Dongzhou produce such a powerful character?

I hadn't heard Pei Jingzhi and Yu'er before......

Fu Qingyu poured tea into the cups of the two, picked up the teacup and took the initiative to salute the old man, "Today, I am fortunate to be ordered by the seniors, and the younger generations have a lot of understanding, and they have not asked the seniors for their names?" ”

"The old man's surname is Gongsun, and his single name is a Pleiades."

Gongsun Pleiades.

It was a completely unfamiliar name, and Fu Qingyu was sure that she had never heard of this name in Dongzhou.

Could it really be like the master in her apocryphal, who is a master who is dedicated to studying Danshu and is not born?

At this time, there was a commotion in the street, and when I looked out of the open window of the private room, I saw a gray wolf covered in blood running into the street, rampage, and knocking over two stalls in a row.

Five or six Silent Realm monks dressed in the same costume chased after him, and the one at the head still held a long whip in his hand, and he chased after the gray wolf.

Although the gray wolf was embarrassed, he dodged the attack of the whip again and again, and the last few whips fell on the pedestrians along the way, and the scene immediately became even more chaotic.

Fu Qingyu followed the gray wolf that had run from the street to the end of the street, looked closely, and found that it still had something in its mouth.

It's a wolf cub with a slightly lighter coat.

"The Xuan-level spirit beast Phantom Moon Wolf is still the head wolf king." Gongsun Yue shook his head slightly, "It's a pity." ”

What is a pity, Fu Qingyu also understands it in her heart.

This wolf king was not lightly injured, his qi and blood were scattered, and it was obvious that he was dying for a short time, and now he was just holding on to a breath.

As for why he can still hold this breath, most of it is for the cub in his mouth.

It doesn't want its wolf cub to fall into the hands of those chasing after it!

Motherhood is strong.

This is true for both humans and wolves.

Fu Qingyu couldn't help but feel a little resonance with the she-wolf, and at this time there was already a lot of pushing and shouting on the street outside, because the group of people chasing the she-wolf accidentally injured the pedestrian, and the injured pedestrians and their companions blocked the road, shouting for the gang to give an explanation.

While these people were arguing, the she-wolf who was still on this street had disappeared.

The gang hurriedly flicked their whips back and chased after the she-wolf in the direction where she had disappeared.

The teahouse junior came to add tea to the private room, and saw that Fu Qingyu and Gongsun Yu's eyes fell outside the window, and said while pouring tea: "It was the spirit beast of the third son of the Huang family who ran out, and the few people chasing the wolf below were all guards of the Huang family." ”

Xuanfang City Huang family?

Fu Qingyu thought about it for a while, and compared this Huang family with the number in his memory.

It is the family of the Qiuyang Venerable of the Xuantian Gate.

However, in my impression, Venerable Qiuyang did not have much friendship with the family, and he personally drove people out of the sect because the children of the family acted arrogantly in the name of him.

Unexpectedly, after many years, the style of the Huang family remains the same. Most of them still rely on the power of Venerable Qiuyang, after all, it is one of the few great powers in Dongzhou who has entered the Middle Spirit Realm to cultivate, even if he has more disagreements with his family, it is his family after all, and ordinary people look at his face, even if he is offended by the Huang family, he will not care too much.

Just like right now, the pedestrians on the street who were accidentally injured by the Huang family's guards, after knowing that it was the Huang family who injured them, stopped thinking about finding the door. The originally bustling crowd dispersed after a while.

Fu Qingyu said goodbye to Gongsun Yue and returned to the inn room.

As soon as I entered, I smelled a faint smell of blood.