The group of people soon arrived at the village. To everyone's surprise, the residents here were quite familiar with Fei Laona, and their attitude was very polite and respectful.
This kind of respect is not the awe that ordinary people show to monks at all, but a kind of respect from the heart. This can also be gleaned from the names of villagers:
"Old Doctor Fei."
Following him, several juniors also received warm hospitality from the villagers. This was a treatment they had never experienced when they came to purchase medicinal materials as monks.
"Mr. Fei, have you finally accepted a disciple?"
"Hey, it's rare for Mr. Fei to come to the village and walk around. He's been in good health recently!"
"Come, come, come to my place, I have kept a lot of good elixirs for you!"
Each of these villagers wanted to drag Mr. Fei, but they were also afraid that his health would not be able to bear it, so they had to surround him like stars over the moon, causing Qingyun and the others to almost get separated.
Feng Ziyu, with red lips and white teeth, showed for the first time a more harmless charm than the young master. After asking an elderly man for a while, they found out that Mr. Fei would come here from time to time to practice medicine.
Although they all know that the old man is not a mortal, Fei Lao is kind and amiable and has the heart of a Bodhisattva. He does not hesitate to take medicine to cure the disease, and he does not charge a cent for the consultation fee. Over the years, he has won the respect from the bottom of his heart from all the villagers.
"Amiable?"
"Bodhisattva-hearted?"
Feng Ziyu and Qingyun looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Mr. Fei's arrogant and domineering attitude towards the Pan family seems to have nothing to do with these two words, right?
Of course, it would be a bit exaggerated to say that Fei Lao took nothing from him. In fact, he would only take away some good-quality elixirs harvested by the villagers, or exotic flowers and herbs produced in the nearby mountains.
This is just a drop in the bucket for the mortals who are attached to Zhijing Cave Heaven and are responsible for planting specifically for the sect.
Since it was past meal time, the elders in the village did not force Fei Lao to have a meal, but arranged for people to deliver large and small packages of spiritual materials to him, as well as a large pot of fried tea leaves.
"Mr. Fei, we hope that the stars and the moon will finally bring you here, otherwise this year's new tea will become old tea!"
"Haha~ Village Chief Wang is very thoughtful, very thoughtful. I happened to take a few students out to pass by. I am old and my legs and feet are weak~"
"If so, Mr. Fei, you are a real living god. You will live a hundred years, as long as the Southern Mountains!"
Village Chief Wang was kind and polite, and Fei Laozi didn't show any politeness, but the three of them couldn't help but smile when they heard his words.
"Long life? Aren't you trying to curse me~"
Feng Ziyu laughed softly.
In fact, the main purpose of Fei Lao's coming was to find out what happened when Sun Jiazhen came to investigate after Qingyun left. After learning what happened, he explained it to Village Chief Wang.
He just said that if any outsiders come to ask questions, they will say that he brought Qingyun there that day, and he will know nothing about the rest of the questions.
As the head of a village, he had a general understanding of the structure of Zhijing Cave, including the identity of Mr. Fei, so he quickly nodded in agreement, which filled Qingyun's heart with warmth and gratitude.
Mr. Fei didn't stay in the clinic for a long time today, but before leaving, he was still sent away by the villagers at five steps and stayed at ten steps. By the time he arrived at the Jiangyundong dormitory, it was already sunset.
In front of the courtyard gate, Yingwu was still a loyal guard, looking forward to Qingyun's return. When he saw the short old man in greasy clothes at the head, the skinny man almost peed his pants in fear.
"Fei...Fei Lao?!"
He knew that Qingyun was eventually rescued by Mr. Fei, but he didn't expect that the old man would come to Jiangyun Cave together. He immediately rolled over and said hello first, and then rushed back to the dormitory like a whirlwind to greet a group of newcomers. Laosheng quickly came out to see the ceremony.
Long Fushi and Alian received reports of safety from Feng Ziyu in the morning, so they returned to the dormitory early, but they did not come to greet them at this time. The young master guessed that they might not know Fei Lao's status in the sect.
Of course, he himself didn't know much about it, but I heard that the old man was the young apprentice of the One-handed Medicine King. I guess he must be an alchemist at the level of Zhijing Xuanding, right?
"Fei Lao said that when he made elixirs, Pan Yueren's grandfather wasn't even born yet. How long has he lived? Doesn't Lao Yan live longer?"
Few of the losers in Jiangyundong have ever seen Fei Lao, but Youdao is the name of the human shadow tree. After Yingwu yelled at him, his disciples and grandsons quickly came over to pay homage to their ancestor in academia.
"I have used jade cards to contact Fu Shi and Qing Lian so that I can prepare food and wine in advance to welcome Mr. Fei, but they haven't heard from them for a long time and I don't know what they are busy with."
Feng Ziyu dispersed the crowd in disgust and said to Qingyun.
"By the way, Ziyu, I see that you often use jade cards to contact your fellow disciples. How do you do this?"
Qingyun asked curiously.
"The jade cards have different permissions depending on the status of the disciples. You are definitely incomparable to mine. When you enter the two palaces, these functions will be available sooner or later."
"It's different when you have a backstage."
The young man complained sourly.
"That's, hey, my old man is not good at anything, he just has a lot of face."
"Made, as expected, all children from rich families are virtuous."
Qingyun, who was born in a poor family, immediately thought of his brother Feng.
After the familiar Shutong came forward and completely dismissed everyone, the group was stopped by Mr. Fei outside the young master's house.
"What's wrong, Mr. Fei?"
Feng Ziyu asked strangely.
"Someone is making alchemy inside."
Fei Lao said softly, making everyone afraid to breathe.
Alchemy? Is it a poem?
The young master secretly guessed that when he took a closer look at the two motionless figures reflected on the window paper, he estimated that 99% of the time it was Long Fushi who was making trouble inside.
“I’ve been quite competitive in writing poems recently.”
Qingyun thought.
"This Danxiang, um..."
"It's the Naqi Pill."
Shutong answered, while Fei Lao closed his eyes and smelled carefully. His frown made him look particularly old. After a moment, he smiled and said:
"Well, this Lu Na Qi Pill is a bit interesting."
"oh?"
After hearing this, Shutong also sniffed in the same way.
"Huh? It does seem a little different."
"What's the difference? Say it quickly."
Young Master Yu has always been very curious.
"The person who made the alchemy used very heavy medicine and the fire was strong. It was obvious that he was a beginner in alchemy, but..."
"It's just that the Danxiang has already shown that the Naqi Pill is about to take shape. Logically speaking, even if this method does not explode the furnace, what will be produced will only be a pile of waste."
An indescribable smile gradually appeared on Fei Lao's face.
"Yes, who is refining the pill?"
Shutong asked Xiang Qingyun.
"I think it should be about composing poems. She...is also...very interested in alchemy now."
The young man touched his head and had no choice but to answer.
After all, she was mostly interested in the development of Alchemy and the anecdotes in it.
"Long wrote poems? No wonder, some of the Long family's children came to study in the sect in the early years. It is normal for some of them to be able to make alchemy."
Shutong nodded.
"Long...composes poems...oh, is it this little girl? Haha, it is indeed fate. This year's students are really beyond the old man's expectations!"
"Mr. Fei, do you know poetry?"
Feng Ziyu said in surprise.
"Shh, she's about to turn on the stove, so don't disturb her."
The old man did not answer directly, but warned.
"yes!"
Everyone agreed softly.
Sure enough, in less than half a quarter of an hour, first a dazzling and sweet sound suddenly sounded, followed by a muffled sound, a graceful figure immediately jumped up in the room, and then bursts of red fragrance spread out wantonly. Look, Most of the Qi-receiving pills that came to this furnace were refined.
At this time, the two alchemists, one old and one young, sniffed together and looked at each other. Fei Lao's expression remained unchanged, but Shutong's face was filled with surprise and confusion.
"Well, although the Miaoyin Furnace was used to refine the most basic Qi-receiving pill, this little girl Long Fushi is really..."
At this point, Mr. Fei didn't say any more. He glanced at Qingyun, and the young man understood and went to knock on the door.
"Made, I have my own room. Why do I have to knock on the door every time I come back?"
Despite all the slander, he still knocked honestly.
"Who is it?"
"it's me."
"Sister Fu Shi, Yun Lang is back!"
As he said that, the little fox jumped open the door. When the dim sunset shone into the house, they didn't see the happy smile, but they saw Long Fushi seemed to be opening his mouth, looking a little unhappy.
"Yunlang, you are back! Huh? Who is this?"
I thought that only the eldest lady of the Long family was here, but I didn't expect that the girl who opened the door was even more "enchanting" than she was. Fei Lao's expression was exactly the same as that of Shu Tong two days ago.
"It's great to be young~"
Fei Lao's daily emotions.
"Alian, this is Mr. Fei, the senior from Shoujing Palace who teaches us. Why don't you come and see me?"
Qingyun urged, and at the same time, Shutong also introduced:
"Mr. Fei, her name is Qinglian, she is a member of my clan, and she follows Qingyun to school."
"Junior Qinglian, I have met senior Fei~"
Alian bowed to Mr. Fei lively, her appearance was very pleasing, which made the old man laugh. At this time, the distress on Long Fushi's face had not faded, so he put on a smile with difficulty and came to a few people.
"Little girl, do you still remember me?"
Before she opened her mouth, Fei Lao asked with a smile.
"Are you...are you the senior who was beside Yan Lao back then?"
"Haha, little girl, you have a good memory. Didn't you say that refining alchemy is boring? Why did you come here to open the furnace in Zhijing Cave today?"
Fei Lao's words immediately made Long Fushi blush. Under the puzzled looks of Shutong and Feng Ziyu, he smiled and explained:
"You don't know, when the master saw that she had good qualifications, he wanted her to come and worship in Zhijing Cave, and even accepted her as his disciple. Unexpectedly, this girl refused, saying that alchemy was boring, boring, and not fun, hahaha, Master’s face was so angry back then~”
Speaking of this, Fei Lao seemed to be thousands of years younger, losing his former majesty, and seemed to have turned back into the troublemaker boy next to Yan Lao who was responsible for fanning the flames.
"Wan...junior Long wrote poems and met senior Fei..."
Poor Long Fushi, amidst all the strange looks and ridicules, had the courage to salute Mr. Fei. Qingyun was a little reluctant and quickly made an excuse to invite them to come in and sit down to help her out.
