In the past month, Zhang Feiyang tried various methods, but whether it was borrowing the "Qi Refining Formula" from Sister Qiao, or helping the senior sisters wash more clothes and ask them about the cultivation methods on the "Qi Refining Formula", he did not get any reply.

He pondered for a while, so he had to ask Zhou Zhou Xian about the specific time when Sister Qiao led the senior sisters to cultivate, hid in the distance, and tried to steal two times.

It's a pity that when cultivating the "Qi Refining Technique", everyone's movements are completely the same, sitting cross-legged, hands folded, palms up, closing eyes and meditating, what is the secret of cultivation, Zhang Feiyang can't observe it from the surface at all.

This can steal the martial arts routines of mortals, but there is an essential difference.

insisted on it for two months, but seeing that he still couldn't find a way, Zhang Feiyang was unwilling, and he couldn't help but feel that his donkey skills were poor, and he was a little anxious.

Seeing that he was upset when he washed clothes every day, looking lost and unwilling, Zhou Zhou Xian smiled slightly, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted: "Senior Brother Zhang." Don't think about it. We're out of luck. It is impossible to be an immortal in this life. Let's do the laundry honestly. Who let us be unlucky and assigned to the laundry department? I happened to meet Sister Qiao again. ”

Zhang Feiyang looked at him deeply and said, "Senior Brother Zhou." Is there no other way?"

Zhou Zhou Xian shook his head and replied in the affirmative.

Zhang Feiyang stopped talking, lowered his head, and continued to seriously beat the clothes on the shore with a wooden plank, but he began to have other plans in his heart.

Since I can't borrow it, and I can't inquire about the specific cultivation method, the "Qi Refining Technique" is in Sister Qiao's room, I will steal it out at night to take a look, and then return it, it should always be possible.

But this thought had just risen, just like a candle flame swaying in the gale, weak and windy, with Zhou Xian's words, it was instantly extinguished.

"Senior Brother Zhang. Do you want to steal a look?" Zhou Zhou Xian seemed to see through Zhang Feiyang at a glance, and said, "I advise you not to do this." When I entered the door, something terrible happened. A senior brother really couldn't bear the mood of wanting to cultivate, so he secretly stole his senior brother's "Qi Refining Technique" and took a look. Guess what's going on with him now?"

Seeing that Zhou Zhou Xian's face was suddenly gloomy and pale, looking like a dead man, Zhang Feiyang felt a thrill in his heart, shook his head, and said, "I don't know." How's it going?"

Zhou Zhou Xian smiled coldly and said, "He is still alive now, but his eyes have been blinded by his senior brother." Of course. This is not our laundry department. But I don't think Sister Qiao will let you go if she finds out that you are peeking at "Qi Refining Technique". You want to. If she had been willing to teach us in the first place, she would have taught us a long time ago. She didn't like us in the first place. You can't be so stupid and want to be blind, do you?"

Seeing that Zhou Xian's face returned to relaxed and natural after speaking, Zhang Feiyang's heart sank, and he was indescribably depressed.

This news is tantamount to a bolt from the blue, shattering all his illusions, and even if he is unwilling, he has to accept reality.

As if noticing Zhang Feiyang's disappointment, Zhou Zhou Xian picked up a flat stone, put it in his hand and threw it, inviting him to play together.

With no illusions, Zhang Feiyang naturally had no reason to refuse, put his clothes aside, picked up a stone, and tried it with Zhou Xian.

Zhou Zhou Xian is a veteran in this area, and he is extremely talented in playing water drifting, and can hit a dozen splashes at most.

Zhang Feiyang is much worse, like ordinary people, he can only make a splash of three at most.

Zhou Zhou Xian made fun of Zhang Feiyang for this matter.

Zhang Feiyang was not convinced, and continued to pick up the stone and try.

But he is really not a gifted person, just in response to a folk saying, you can't do anything, and you fail first.

The two played from noon to the end of the evening, and then returned to the wooden house where Sister Qiao and the senior sisters were located.

At night, Sister Qiao would take Zhang Feiyang's group of senior sisters into the house to meditate and practice according to the custom, and Zhou Yixian, under Sister Qiao's arrangement, would push a rickshaw to collect the garbage of the day in the remaining departments of the six departments, and then, integrate together, open the mountain gate, and then dump it into the lake outside the mountain gate.

Because before Zhang Feiyang got started, Zhang Feiyang had always been in charge of cleaning up the garbage, and Zhang Feiyang was now Zhou Xian's junior brother, and Zhou Yixian naturally would not take such a boring and hard job back onto himself.

Every day, after eating, he will quietly sneak to the other six to play, as for the dirty work of taking out the garbage, it is still Zhang Feiyang's exclusive work.

Zhang Feiyang is not bored, compared to the endless daily washing of clothes, dumping garbage is still very hard, but full of fun.

How much medicine residue is in these garbage, what kind of thick soup will be boiled when the medicine residue is put in that magical stove, and what kind of changes can be made in the body after drinking the thick soup, are all the things that Zhang Feiyang looks forward to the most in a day.

In this case, he is the same as Zhou Yixian during the day, from the morning he will follow Sister Qiao to lead the needlework and learn to make clothes, and after noon, he will habitually go to the river to wash his clothes, and only at night, when he takes all the garbage collected out of the mountain gate, it is his own free time.

On this day, Zhang Feiyang pushed the cart as usual, went to the outside of the mountain gate, and stopped the car by the lake.

He opened the bag with great interest, wanting to see what he could get tonight, but saw that there were a lot of clothes inside, not even some broken weapons on weekdays, and no trace of medicine residue powder.

Zhang Feiyang was disappointed, sighed, picked up the garbage again, put it back in the sack, and was about to throw it into the lake in front of him together, so that it could naturally dissolve the garbage.

Suddenly, a red light swept in front of his eyes, like an afterimage left by a red dot because of the dragging.

"Huh, red?"

Remembering that the weapons in the bag were all pitch black and dull, and those clothes were the same Taoist robes as the ones he was wearing, only blue and blue, Zhang Feiyang couldn't help but reopen the cloth bag curiously, carefully took out the things he had just stuffed in one by one, and checked them again.

Sure enough, this time, he made a major discovery.

There was nothing special about the broken weapons, but in that big bag, which had been badly damaged, there was a strip of red cloth stuffed into it, almost a foot long, and it looked like it must have been torn from something.

Zhang Feiyang put this red cloth in his hand and rubbed it gently, and he could clearly feel that it was also a fabric for making clothes, and the blue robe he was wearing was obviously a cut behind the red cloth.

He couldn't help but be even more curious, and looked back at the closed mountain gate, and many associations arose in his mind.

But relying only on a small piece of cloth, it is obviously too difficult to figure out the origin of this red strip of cloth.

After being silent for a while, seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, if you don't go back, you will definitely not be able to get up early tomorrow, and the criticism of Sister Qiao is inevitable, Zhang Feiyang rolled the red cloth into a ball, carefully hid it, took out the remaining garbage, and hurried back to the mountain gate and went back to the laundry department to rest.

For more than half a month after that, he was able to find red robes from a pile of blue robes at night.

But after this period of time, there are no more red strips of cloth.

Zhang Feiyang didn't understand what was going on, and when he was washing clothes by the river during the day, he could only ask Zhou Zhou Xian for as much news as possible.

Zhou Xian's reply to him was: he didn't know what the red strip of cloth was. I only know that something seems to have happened in the inner gate recently, and it seems that many senior brothers were plotted by other forces when they went out to eat and hunt demon beasts, and many people died. ”

Zhang Feiyang didn't care about these things.

All his interest now shifted from the dregs to the red strips of cloth.

It was strange to say, since he heard the news of the death of the inner door from Zhou Xian, the red strips of cloth had become less and less, from almost every day, to only one or two days, until there was no at all.

After waiting patiently for a while, seeing that the red cloth had not appeared again for a whole month, Zhang Feiyang clearly realized that the appearance of this thing was just accidental, and I am afraid that it will not appear in the future.

This realization couldn't help but make Zhang Feiyang depressed.

But in the same way, it also made him focus more on the red strips of cloth that he had collected in his hands, which had already filled a whole cart.

Looking at the stove that had just cooked the medicinal soup, Zhang Feiyang skillfully put it into the bowl, drank it dry, his body could clearly feel that it was a little stronger, he was satisfied, put down the bowl, and was about to put away the stove and go back, his eyes swept over the red strip of red cloth that he had brought out to study, and suddenly his heart moved, and a bold idea was born.

"That's right. Why don't I put them all in the stove and burn them? If you put these rags in there, will there be something magical?"

With this idea, Zhang Feiyang was full of energy, and immediately poured all the red strips of cloth into the stove, and then, squatting down, lit the stove with flint.

There was a "boom" sound.

The stove, which had just cooled down, flashed red, and then turned red again.

Seeing the heat on the top of the stove coming out slightly, the whole stove was trembling slightly, and Zhang Feiyang was full of anticipation.

I don't know how long it took, but the stove, which was vibrating at high speed, suddenly paused and stopped.

Seeing that the heat on the top of the stove was no longer rising, Zhang Feiyang couldn't wait to open the stove, and a thousand red lights shot out from inside, and he couldn't open his eyes.

After a while, the red light slowly dissipated, and Zhang Feiyang looked at it, only to see a fiery red animal skin lying quietly inside.

The whole hide is white, there are some incomprehensible patterns on the hide, and there is a layer of fluffy red hair on the surface of the hide.

The size of the animal skin is half a human height, and the red hair on the animal skin is dense into sheets, covering almost one side of the whole animal skin, but it is only half an inch long, and when touched on the hand, it seems to be non-existent, and the feel is soft and delicate.

Zhang Feiyang took out the animal skin, took off the robe and continued to compare, and found that although the robe was loose, in terms of the material of the clothes, it was obvious that the animal skin was better, whether it was hardness or comfort on the body, or flexibility.

The more Zhang Feiyang looked at it, the more he liked it, he couldn't put it down, put away the stove, and sat by the lake excitedly, sewing it with needles and threads by the moonlight, wanting to make an underwear for himself.

It's a pity that this animal skin is still a little smaller.

After hard work, Zhang Feiyang also made a red vest.

But wearing the red vest, he felt that the whole person's mental state was different, as if he had a rare treasure that belonged only to him.

After returning to the mountain gate, Zhang Feiyang was even reluctant to take it off excitedly, so he wore a red vest and a Taoist robe to rest.

Just when he was half-asleep, no one noticed that a black shadow quietly touched the front of the wooden house in the laundry department, opened the wooden door, and entered the room where Zhang Feiyang was.

I saw the black shadow bypassing Zhou Xian's bed, like a ghost to Zhang Feiyang's bed, looking at Zhang Feiyang, who was already sleeping on his back, a cold light lit up from the eyes of the black shadow.

The black shadow eye was fast, and out of nowhere, he took out a dagger, as fast as lightning, and stabbed at Zhang Feiyang.