When Meng Jing heard this, he couldn't help but want to laugh. He felt that the girl in front of him was a little too childish.
No matter how powerful your master is, it still belongs to your master and has nothing to do with you.
As the saying goes, the master leads you in, and cultivation depends on the individual.
Your master can teach you some knowledge, but in the end you still have to rely on your own understanding and practice to be able to apply that knowledge to perfection.
Otherwise, all this is just empty talk.
Moreover, your master is so powerful, why don’t you call your master to participate?
"Who is your master? Why doesn't he come to participate?"
The girl lowered her head, looking a little lonely, "My...master...he is dead."
"So...he hopes he can see me achieve a good result in the Alchemist Competition."
"If I don't get a good grade, I will be ashamed of him."
But after saying this, the girl raised her head again.
Compared with the lonely look she had before, at this moment, she seemed to have been given a shot of blood again, with a resolute look on her face and high morale.
"Then who is your master? I often travel around, so I might know your master."
Meng Jing repeated it again.
This girl seems so confident, and the teacher behind this is definitely not simple.
Therefore, she couldn't help but become curious about her master.
The girl smiled and said: "My master's name is Ye Qingli, he is a very good master."
Ye Qingli?
Meng Jing frowned when he heard this name.
In his impression, he had never heard of such a number one person.
At the very least, looking at the four major empires, he has a more or less understanding of the alchemists who are already living in the world.
Only the alchemist named Ye Qingli has no memory.
But that's it.
Yao Chen's emotional voice came from the ring, "Ye Qingli?"
"Little guy, ask his master if his hair is silver and his pupils are purple."
Meng Jing was startled.
"Good guy, do you know this old guy Yao Chen?"
A person who can make Yao Chen, an old fossil and an old antique, get to know him.
Then this opponent must be an old fossil and an antique!
Meng Jing coughed twice and pretended to be serious, "Well... I have an impression of whether your master's hair color is silver."
"Are the pupils purple?"
After saying this, the girl became slightly excited and stared at the other person blankly.
"Do you really know my master?"
Meng Jing was ashamed and nodded slightly.
How does he know this guy's master? It's just the old guy Yao Chen who knows him.
This old guy Yaochen has been dead for nearly a thousand years, how could he still be acquainted with him?
But after hearing what the girl said, Yao Chen in the ring became even more excited.
"It is indeed her."
"Little guy, please hurry up and see if her master's body has been buried?"
Meng Jing was stunned, "What do you want to do?"
The master was already dead. Yao Chen was so excited that he asked if the master was buried.
Is this the rhythm to be dug out?
Yao Chen said calmly, "Little guy, if I ask you to ask, please ask quickly."
"Hey, old man, you...!"
"Little guy, a high-level earth-level technique!"
Is this the attitude of asking for help?
Do you use this to test cadres?
Which cadre can withstand such a test?
Meng Jing snorted lightly, "Okay, old sir, I'm not helping you just because of your technique."
"But for the friendship between the two of us."
Then, he looked at the girl with an expectant expression and said calmly: "Well, your master and I have known each other for a long time."
"However, let me ask you, since your master is dead, have you buried her?"
The girl shook her head.
Yao Chen in the ring breathed a sigh of relief, "It's fine if there isn't any."
But the next moment, the girl's expression became sad and she sighed.
"My master said that she has been waiting for someone for nearly a thousand years."
"In the past thousands of years, she has survived the darkest, most lonely, and most painful moments."
"But I still can't get that person's arrival."
"So, she asked me to cremate the body. She didn't want to continue living in darkness and loneliness."
Talking, talking.
It seemed that it hit the girl's pain point, and the voice became mixed at that moment, the hoarse young voice, mixed with a hint of sweet sadness.
Meng Jing was not a fool, so he could naturally tell that this sweet and sad voice was the real voice of the girl in front of him.
"My master said that that guy agreed to let her wait for a few years and he would come back."
"She waited for several years and said she would have to wait for decades before she could come back."
"She waited again, and she kept waiting. After waiting for nearly a thousand years, she still didn't get that person back."
....
Meng Jing no longer knew what to say.
From this content alone, he could basically guess that this was Yao Chen's romantic history.
How much Yaochen was liked by women when he was young!
In his impression, there seemed to be several women who had fallen, right?
In this comparison, it seems that he is not a special scumbag.
wrong! In the past, his focus was only on cultivation, but now he understands the beauty of the harem.
Hugging you from left to right, doesn’t it smell good?
It smells good, it's made, it's soapy, and you spit out bubbles after eating it.
"Ahem, the style of painting is wrong."
Meng Jing coughed twice again.
He is talking sadly now, but he is still thinking about the harem.
This is too much!
But the next second, he started to curse loudly as his whole body trembled.
"Wow, you old guy, you went too far by getting on top of me without my permission!"
Now, the control over his body no longer belongs to him, but to Yaochen.
He didn't know what kind of skills this old guy had practiced to be able to possess his body so easily.
Easily squeeze out his soul.
The key is his own body. How can he act as if it is his body?
Suddenly, Meng Jing felt his head tighten, and a smile appeared on his somewhat complaining face.
"That's pretty much it."
At this time, Yao Chen, after taking control of his body, looked at the girl in front of him with confusion.
"So, did she leave all the medicine refining techniques she knows to you?"
The girl nodded, and two lines of tears fell.
"Yes, master wants me to become as great an alchemist as that guy."
"Only in this way can she let me, can she let me..."
The girl was already crying.
Suddenly, a gust of breeze, carrying some dust, swept over.
The girl narrowed her eyes, but the black robe slowly fell down due to the breeze.
A handsome face appeared.
The girl was stunned and burst into tears and threw herself into Meng Jing's arms.
"Dad...is that you?"
