"Little gown?"
Gao Feng and Liu Chen didn't understand, but Wang Huaiming already knew the reason. It must be that Song Pingcun was always wearing a piece of clothing to cover his own cultivation.
And if this piece of clothing can hide their detection, it must not be a magic weapon. It is at least the level of a spiritual weapon, and it is definitely a very high level among spiritual weapons.
The young man didn't know the importance, but he couldn't ignore the pros and cons. He quickly said to cover up: "It is a spiritual weapon that I got accidentally. My junior brother wore it on the first day, and I was too embarrassed to let him take it off."
"That's it." Liu Chen believed it, but Gao Feng didn't believe it. During the assessment that day, it could not be seen that Song Pingcun had any level of cultivation. Is it possible that within two days of entering the sect, one could go from being an ordinary mortal to the realm of regulating qi and forging the body, and reaching the pinnacle of the realm of forging the body?
This is even more incredible than the fact that he reached the Great Perfection of Receiving Qi in ten days and the Great Perfection of Receiving Qi in three days. But since his senior brother came forward to explain, it was hard for him to continue asking questions.
"Okay, okay, weird... you have also seen it. Junior brother has just come out of seclusion and still needs to stabilize his realm. I will take him back to the herb garden first." Wang Huaiming felt that if junior brother Gao Feng continued to question him, the secret would inevitably be exposed. Thirty Liu Ji took the lead, picked up Song Pingcun and walked out of the palace. He walked out of the palace door, flew up, and went straight back to the herb garden.
Liu Chen and Gao Feng looked at each other. The senior brother's recent strange reactions were too many, but since he didn't tell them, they couldn't ask more questions.
Wang Huaiming returned to the herb garden and wiped his sweat secretly. In order to prove his "innocence", he almost caused trouble.
Song Pingcun went into the cave to freshen up. The monster who was dragged to the Sect Master Peak as soon as he came out and choked for a while felt uncomfortable.
"Am I a monster?" The boy couldn't help but ask the handyman who came to pour him water for bathing.
"Young Master, I'm not to blame! No, how can a Young Master and a monster be the same!" The handyman answered casually but felt it was inappropriate and quickly changed his words, making Song Pingcun even more depressed. But lying in the water, I started to feel a little leisurely and contented.
Wait, I’ll let you see something even weirder.
"Senior" saw Liu Yiyi sitting leisurely at the door of the cave, and Wang Huaiming thought it would be better to explain it clearly by himself. He dragged Song Pingcun to prove his "innocence", but he did not expect to arouse the suspicion of his junior brother. Although he seemed to have fooled him, it was just an answer he thought of in a moment of impatience, and it must have left trouble in the future.
If it wasn't for his special status and his eagerness to leave, they wouldn't be able to explain it clearly at that time.
"What's wrong with Mr. Wang?" Liu Yiyi glanced at Wang Huaiming.
"You don't dare to call me that, just call me by my full name." Wang Huaiming really didn't dare to talk nonsense in front of Liu Yiyi.
"That's not possible. It's not easy for a dignified person to refine some spiritual weapons!" Liu Yiyi actually wanted to laugh. She actually didn't care whether Po Yuan Zong knew or not. If the young master hadn't refused, the memories of these people would have been erased directly.
"Senior..." Wang Huaiming was so frightened that he quickly bowed to the end.
"Okay. It's not a big deal, but it's a pity that you don't know how to refine weapons. Otherwise, it wouldn't be impossible to teach you a move, and you can avoid being noticed by your junior brothers."
Liu Yiyi said this not randomly. When it comes to magical weapons, she cannot refine them. Ordinary spiritual weapons, like the one on Song Pingcun's body, were originally used when he first started practicing. Not to mention that it can be easily refined, but it is actually not that complicated for her. What's more, if someone knows how to refine weapons, she can just talk about it, and there is no need to actually refine it herself.
When Wang Huaiming heard this, he bowed to the end and froze up.
This opportunity is not with me!
"Get up, do you want the young master to see it or something?" Liu Yiyi saw that Wang Huaiming was motionless, and knew that he must have been shocked by what he just said. Unfortunately, this really had nothing to do with him. One can imagine Wang Huaiming's reaction at this time. How much loss and pain I feel inside.
"Senior, you are laughing at me! Alas, I am not blessed with good luck and fate, no one is to blame!" Wang Huaiming could only sigh, who is to blame! Maybe Liu Yiyi was deliberately trying to embarrass him. She could definitely improve herself on pharmacology, but she wanted to talk about weapon refining. He turned around and wanted to go back to his cave to look for "Tofu".
"Maybe it's not impossible to let the young master teach your juniors." Wang Huaiming turned around and was stunned. younger generation?
"Senior, are you talking about my junior?" Wang Huaiming was confused by Liu Yiyi's sudden words. I am already hundreds of years old, where did the younger generation come from? The only person in the sect who is the only one in the sect, Deacon Wu of the Medicine Hall, can barely be regarded as half of his disciples, and he was almost crippled by him, and it is impossible for him to be able to refine weapons!
"Where..." Liu Yiyi shook her head towards the gate of the herb garden.
Wang Huaiming immediately glanced over and found an unknown girl sitting next to the Herb Garden sign. She was neither a medicine servant nor a handyman sent by the Luo family.
"Senior, what do you mean?" Wang Huaiming was confused.
"That's the little girl who entered the sect with the young master. She seems to be somewhat close to you. You can find out if you ask yourself." Liu Yiyi lay down and ignored Wang Huaiming.
Wang Huaiming, who was full of doubts, called a handyman over and asked her to bring the little girl over. It turns out that he has always liked silence, and all the medicine servants told them to shut up. He has never been in the habit of ordering people around. However, since the helpers from the Luo family came in, he was able to take advantage of Song Pingcun. The daily routine of life is well arranged. Except for being a little afraid of him, he is slowly getting used to everything else. It is not that he is used to the handyman, but that he is used to it. It is actually quite good to have someone to take care of his life and to concentrate on cultivating medicinal herbs.
The key is that these handymen, under the "guidance" of Liu Yiyi, have gradually joined in the work of cultivating medicinal materials, and he no longer has to worry about what needs are there in the medicine hall. There are medicine servants taking care of them. Li, this kind of cultivation life is still very interesting.
"Who are you? Don't you know that you can't enter the herb garden at will?" Wang Huaiming saw the little girl coming. I don't know if it was because of Liu Yiyi's reminder. He himself felt that he had some kind of blood connection with her, so he spoke in a calm tone. cold.
"I...I'm here to see the real person Wang Huaiming." The little girl seemed a little scared, but she still insisted on telling her purpose.
"Are you looking for me?" Wang Huaiming looked at the little girl confused.
"Ah! Are you Mr. Wang?" The little girl almost screamed and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.
"If the Yuan sect is destroyed, and I remember correctly, there should be no real person named Wang." Wang Huaiming surprisingly did not get angry.
"Ancestor, save my grandpa!" As soon as Wang Huaiming finished speaking, the little girl knelt down and worshiped.
"You...you...who are you!" Seeing this scene, Wang Huaiming was confused again and stammered when he spoke.
"Ancestor, my name is Wang Xiaoke. I am a member of the Wang family, which was once attached to the Po Yuan Sect. Ancestor, please save my grandfather. He is also your junior!" Wang Xiaoke was both happy and excited.
