In fact, what he said was half true and half false, and he really had a large dose. However, Qingyun had vowed never to use Kirin Purple Poison easily, and Liu Lingling's death confirmed his belief.
As for refining, there is definitely nothing you can do, but I have Qilin Bite, my life is endless, and my poison is endless!
At this time, Feng Ziyu curled his lips and asked again:
"Little genius, what is the name of this poison?"
"Qilin Purple Qi."
If this sissy wasn't Long Fushi's best friend, he really wanted her to experience the pleasure of Kirin's purple poison burning his soul.
"Kirin Purple Qi..."
Mr. Fei muttered the name thoughtfully.
The young master wanted to ask the two of them why they wanted Qilin Purple Poison, but when he opened his mouth, he finally swallowed the words back.
Anyway, this thing is non-renewable. Even if you use it to kill people and set fire, it is only a one-time use.
At this time, Fei Lao smiled and said:
"It's rude to come back without reciprocating. Old man, I am not a stingy person."
As he spoke, he once again called out the previous scroll of Yuan Yukong flying, and the three of them were surprised to find that Fei Lao's temperament was undergoing earth-shaking changes.
The original slovenliness was replaced by a strong and elegant atmosphere, especially after he took out a brush that was longer than his forearm, the old man's hunched back seemed to stand up straight.
It's like going back thousands of years, he is still the same wonderful painter as before!
With a sleeve in hand, Fei Lao splashed ink on the suspended blank scroll.
"What is Mr. Fei drawing?"
Shutong leaned forward and asked Feng Ziyu quietly.
"Shh! Don't talk, be careful not to spoil Mr. Fei's mood!"
"I said you can't see it!"
The young master sneered.
"Qingyun asks for a beating! I think you want to extend the inspection period!"
"Shh! Be careful of spoiling Mr. Fei's mood!"
Qingyun followed suit, smiled and raised his hand to beg for mercy.
Although he had read books for several years, he only had a rough understanding of poetry, lyrics, and poetry, let alone music and painting. If Bai Zhizheng, the top scholar, was here, he might be able to chat with Fei Lao for a few words.
But gradually, even the three laymen saw some clues.
"Shu Tong, when you look at the plants and trees in the painting, do they look like the dead land we are in now?"
Feng Ziyu asked softly.
"picture…"
Shutong said naively.
Qingyun said nothing, but kept nodding in agreement, as if every stroke of outline could bring out a hint of concreteness.
At first, Fei Lao seemed to have been painting this land of death, but as the painting time became longer and longer, the death intention on the scroll gradually disappeared.
Even though there are only two colors: black and white, the vigorous branches and leaves and the vitality seem to be vividly displayed on the paper!
At the end, the whole painting was not even a little bit gray and depressing. It was exactly the green that this dense forest should have. The three people who looked at it felt relaxed and happy and were filled with admiration.
"Fei Lao's painting skills are simply amazing!"
Feng Ziyu couldn't help but admired.
“What is true is also false when it is false.”
The old man smiled faintly, with a vague expression.
When the last stroke was slowly raised, the Cangqiu old man's momentum suddenly subsided. He used the huge brush to draw a circle in the void, and then drew straight from the middle, and the entire painting seemed to float out of thin air!
Yes, whether it is blank or ink, this masterpiece of landscape seems to be suspended in the air like it has come to life!
At the same time, a scene that shocked Qingyun and the others even more happened!
As the floating paintings dissipated bit by bit, the dead land with a radius of dozens of feet began to fill with life at a rapid rate.
And after the dead ashes were driven away crazily by the sprouting greenery, they actually reappeared on Fei Lao's blank scroll bit by bit!
After a moment, the whole world seemed to have undergone a huge shift, as if the old man had used some kind of method to reverse life and death, completely sealing "death" into the painting, and returning "life" to the earth!
"Amazing skills!"
Qingyun gasped in admiration.
He was very clear about the power of Kirin Purple Poison. Without his own blood, this vital poison would be almost indestructible. Unexpectedly, Fei Lao could make this land covered with green again with just an ink painting. This has to be said is a miracle!
Feng Ziyu and Shutong were also full of praise.
In response to the three people's compliments, Mr. Fei just smiled indifferently, then he pointed his sword and gently cut off the "Painting of Death" on the scroll.
After rolling it up, he burned it to ashes with spiritual power.
"Even I can't suppress this extreme death aura, so I can't just seal it into a scroll. I can only burn it."
Fei Lao's voice was plain, but anyone could hear his fear of Qilin Purple Poison.
"Han Calligraphy Treasure Scroll?"
Qingyun asked subconsciously.
"It's this blank scroll."
Mr. Fei introduced briefly.
"You don't even know about the calligraphy treasure scroll? This is Mr. Fei's unique treasure! I heard that it has its own world, is that true, Mr. Fei?"
Feng Ziyu also asked curiously. Pulling Fei Lao's sleeve, she regained a lot of her daughterlike appearance.
"It's not that exaggerated. It's not even a fragment of the small world. It's just something I use to pass the time. It's okay to bluff people."
I don't know if it was a deliberate concealment or something else, but his answer was a bit ambiguous, and the three juniors did not dare to ask too many questions.
After carefully scanning the surroundings again, the old man bent his long white eyebrows with satisfaction and said with a smile:
"Not bad, not bad. He's recovering well. So unless the Pan family asks Qiu Shui, the goddess of Qingxu Tian, to use the Yun Tian Mirror, they won't be able to find any clues."
Only then did Qingyun realize that everything Fei Lao had done was for himself, and he couldn't help but feel deeply moved. At the same time, he also felt ashamed of his previous vigilance in the classroom.
"I thought Mr. Fei was going to give the little genius a painting~"
Feng Ziyu joked.
"Haha, the old man is not a famous landscape artist. A broken painting is not worth a lot of money, but Qingyun's unicorn purple energy is a treasure at first glance. I must compensate him properly!"
As he spoke, he kept winking at Shutong, although his eyes were so wrinkled that they couldn't be opened and no movement could be seen.
"Hey, you're stupid, Shutong!"
Holding his tongue, Feng Ziyu stabbed Shutong's waist with the jade flute, and the big man finally reacted.
"Ah, brother, I don't have much savings on weekdays. Let's do this. I'll give you a hundred and ten credits. This is hard currency in the sect and is more practical."
"Thank you so much, Brother Shutong!"
The young master quickly agreed with a smile, without any politeness.
"Hey, I'm talking about Shutong, you are also a treasure vase alchemist after all. Why are you so stingy? Just give me a hundred credits?"
Feng Ziyu said angrily.
"Young Master Yu..."
"I'm so angry. It's just a title. How come you still can't learn it?!"
"Ziyu, I..."
"Ahhhhh, I'm going crazy~"
Feng Ziyu stomped his little foot. The more he looked at this stupid big man, the angrier he became. He was thinking of tearing him apart alive.
"Haha~ It's great to be young!"
Mr. Fei smiled sincerely.
Miraculously, the jade tablets of the alchemist of Xingzhi Palace are different from those of his four-hole students. They are made of a green spiritual jade with a lot of cotton inside, which is similar to the smoke cage of the dead ghost Long Yanzhi. Jadeite is somewhat similar.
After Shutong touched Qingyun's jade tablet with the jade tablet, a lot of student information about him appeared in the light screen above it.
Then he saw him tinkering for a while and the young man was surprised to find that his credits had actually increased to a hundred and several.
"Credit points cannot be traded between disciples, but teachers can use them as rewards to students who excel in their studies."
Looking at Qingyun who looked confused, Shutong explained.
"Then you can't give me more? It's only a hundred~ Hurry up, hurry up~"
Feng Ziyu urged.
"Ziyu, I only have over a hundred credits left in total. You don't know that we are both teachers and students, so we are very nervous about credits!"
The honest Shutong said calmly.
"Huh? Are you in need too?"
Master Yu obviously didn't believe Shutong's words.
"Haha, Ziyu, you take it for granted. He is a teacher in front of you, but when he comes to the two palaces, he is just a fledgling student. He just changed a place to further his studies. What's more, Teacher Shutong, who is famous for his generosity, has credits It’s definitely not banned.”
Fei Lao put the brush into his sleeve that looked like a bottomless pit and said with a smile.
"Mr. Fei is joking."
Shutong scratched his head and said a little embarrassed.
Qingyun and Feng Ziyu had seen Shutong's arrogance when drinking, and they could also hear Fei Lao's implication, but what they didn't know was that this man who looked like a tall and rough man also took special care of the younger members of the same clan in his sect.
Not to mention others, his two distant cousins, the sisters Shenwei and Xiange, used his credits for food, clothing, and even reading and borrowing books.
So this old man spends his free time either studying or refining elixirs, using his hard work in exchange for credits. It took him a long time to save up to more than a hundred today.
But regarding those gifts given to Qingyun, there was no trace of reluctance on Shutong's face, and she was very calm. Feng Ziyu stared at his sunny and handsome face for a long time, and then said in a voice like a mosquito:
"If it's not enough in the future, you can come to me."
"okay."
"Nothing else?"
"Oh, thank you!"
"You, you, you are so mad at me!"
Watching Feng Ziyu beating Shutong who remained motionless, Fei Lao's "It's so good to be young" could not be heard.
After wiping the young master's buttocks, the group of people walked towards the mortal village where Qingyun purchased spiritual materials. On the way, Mr. Fei asked, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally:
"By the way, Qingyun, are you good at using poison?"
He originally thought that Mr. Fei would ask him about the origin of the Qilin Purple Qi, but this question made him relieved.
"Fei Lao, I'm not good at it. I got the Kirin Purple Qi by chance."
The young man answered honestly. It was just a thought in his mind, and he added:
"But there is a student who lives next door to me who is very good at using drugs, but he is too partial to science and has never been promoted to the second house."
As soon as these words came out, Shutong quickly echoed:
"Yes, Mr. Fei, I have also met this guy. He has a deep understanding of poison. In terms of poison alone, even the students are incomparable."
After hearing what Shutong said, the old man became interested. He said with a smile that he would see something new later and stopped by Qingyun's place for a drink.
"It's easy to talk about~ I have a good friend who followed Qingyun to school. Her cooking skills guarantee fee is so old that you won't want to leave after eating it!"
"Made, if Mr. Fei comes to live here, I will never be done with you!"
Qingyun cursed silently with his eyes, but Feng Ziyu thought he was a dog with bright eyes.
