Fan Li raised his head and drank the whole bowl of [Changchun Soup].
As the soup entered his stomach, he felt as if winter was passing away and spring was coming, and everything was reviving.
The spiritual energy is like a torrent, flowing through the eight extraordinary meridians of the body.
In just a few breaths, it actually started to move around on its own.
"It's cool!" Fan Li blurted out.
"Hehehe." Jade Godzi twirled his beard, his face full of pride. "Little friend Fan, the elixir contained in this bowl of [Changchun Soup] requires disciples of our sect to go to the mountains to collect herbs for three to five years before they can collect enough."
"So precious?!" Lu Fubao listened a little unbelievingly.
Fan Li nodded solemnly and said: "It is very rare to have a bowl of Changchun soup in three to five years."
Seeing that he knew the goods, Jade God's smile became even brighter.
"The sect's medicine store can still cook several bowls of [Changchun Soup]. As long as little friend Fan Li drinks it all, his injury will definitely heal."
What does it mean to kill a chicken with a knife?
What is over-medication?
Right now!
The remaining injuries in Fan Li's body were at the fourth level of Xuanhuang, Heaven and Earth. Even if he only took high-grade Xuan-level or low-grade Earth-level elixirs, he could be cured.
Why use such a precious [Changchun Soup]?
It seems that the Jade God Son is planning to solve the famine for decades with one transaction?
After the food is finished, it’s time to pay the bill.
Before Jade Godzi could speak, a disciple hurriedly ran into the hall.
"Master...Master, someone is coming outside the mountain gate!"
"Is it the Xuantian Sect again?!" Yu Shenzi said angrily: "It's only been a few days? The person named Jing is too careless. Didn't you see that there are distinguished guests from our sect?"
Fan Li scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment.
Sure enough, the customer is God, and he has become a distinguished guest?
"No, it's not!" the disciple stuttered: "This person is so powerful, he is even higher than you, Master!"
He truly deserves to be a practitioner of medicine, equivalent to a scientific researcher in this era.
Those who are technically weak have low emotional intelligence and don't know how to speak well to save face for their leaders.
Jade Godzi's old face turned red: "Fart! Within a few hundred miles, there are only our sect and Xuantian sect. Jing Wudi is only at the ninth level of the Transformation of God realm, who can be higher than the realm of being a teacher?"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the melodious sound of the piano came from down the mountain.
The sound of the piano is mysterious and beautiful, seducing people's minds.
It's really like 'the big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers'.
Such beautiful music fell on Yu Shenzi's ears, but his face instantly turned from red to white!
"quick!"
"Gather all the elders and disciples in the sect to follow me down the mountain...to welcome the guests."
Fan Li was surprised.
Judging from the tone of Goddess Jade, it seems that the person coming is extremely extraordinary, but he can't afford to offend him?
It's a pity that Fan Li's own cultivation level is too low, so he doesn't feel anything.
"Fu Bao, the sound of the piano..."
He was about to ask Lu Fubao, but found that the latter's face was also pale.
"What’s wrong with you!?"
Lu Fubao kneaded the magic formula and recited the meditation mantra silently.
It took a while for her to calm down.
"What a powerful sound attack. It only works on monks above the Nascent Soul realm."
"Practitioners who specialize in music are even rarer than those who specialize in medicine!"
"The realm...is the Mahayana realm."
Lu Fubao struggled to say the three words 'Mahayana Realm'. She looked at Fan Li and said nothing.
"Fuck!" Fan Li also cursed depressedly.
A rare connection between the two.
But if possible, Fan Li doesn't want to have this kind of tacit understanding in his life!
Mahayana realm?
Are you cultivating the way of music?
"The Pure Land of Sanskrit Sound, the Holy Master of the Qin." Fan Li could only think of this answer.
But he couldn't understand. Nanling was known as the Hundred Thousand Mountains. How could the Pure Land find him so quickly?
Lu Fubao also sighed: "The methods of the Mahayana realm are indeed extremely mysterious."
"No!" Fan Li suddenly thought of the Jade God Child, and his worries turned into joy: "No matter who the person is, this trip should not be for me!"
Yu Shenzi heard Qin Yin's reaction and clearly knew the identity of the other party.
So, are you here for the Jade God Son?
"Both of you."
"Please come down the mountain together."
Ling Xiao came to Fan Li with a sad face.
"If the great master at the foot of the mountain notices that our sect has not sent all the people to greet him, he will definitely be angry."
So grand?
Fan Li became more and more sure of the other party's identity!
But how sensitive is his identity? You really can't let the other party find out.
"Master Ling Xiao, my husband and I have always hated trouble."
"Since we are going to welcome guests with your sect, why not borrow two Taoist robes to wear?"
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…………
Qingyun Sect, outside the mountain gate.
Fan Li and Lu Fubao were wearing the robes of Qingyun Sect disciples and stood among the disciples.
Both of them lowered their heads, appearing extremely inconspicuous.
Zheng~!
The jade hand plucked the strings, and the melodious sound spread, and could be heard even ten miles away.
But the people standing nearby did not feel that the music was noisy at all, but felt relaxed and happy.
The Jade Goddess bowed to the ground and said in a respectful tone: "I haven't heard the music of the Holy Lord Miaoyin for a long time, and Xiaodao misses it very much. The Holy Lord is here today, and I have never been far away to welcome him. Please forgive me for my sins."
Hearing the words 'Holy Master of Wonderful Sound', Fan Li knew that he had guessed correctly.
He carefully hid in the crowd and searched secretly with his eyes.
Outside the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate, there is a mountain stone several feet high in Pingbai.
The top of the rock was flattened by unknown force.
A woman dressed in apricot-yellow neon clothes sits with her bare feet diagonally, her posture is lazy and charming, and there is a guqin in front of her.
Fan Lizhen didn't expect that among the group of high-ranking women in Fanyin Pure Land, there would be someone who behaved so frivolously and casually.
But if you look closely, you will see that the beautiful cheeks of Holy Master Miaoyin reveal an indifferent and holy temperament.
Frivolous and indifferent?
Discursive and sacred?
Such a huge contrast is actually reflected in one woman?
Especially her pair of willow-browed and phoenix-like eyes, from which her disdain for everyone in the Qingyun Sect spilled out without any concealment!
"Jade God Son."
"The trail is here!"
"How long has it been since I last saw you?"
"About... ten years?"
Cold sweat broke out on Yu Shenzi's forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe it away.
"ten years?"
The voice of Holy Master Miaoyin is loose and lazy, as if he is reminiscing.
"Ten years ago, I, who is in the third level of the Mahayana realm, guided you in your practice and helped you enter the realm of harmony."
"I didn't expect that ten years have passed, and I have reached the fifth level of the Mahayana realm. But you are still lingering at the door of the Hedao realm, and you can't even reach the second level?"
Hearing this, Jade Goddess lowered his figure even lower.
"The little way is stupid, unlike the Holy Lord, who is so proud and talented!"
"Hehehe..."
Holy Master Miaoyin chuckled, his laughter cold and devoid of any emotion.
She is not aloof and arrogant like Holy Lord Hanyue, nor is she an overly rational weirdo like Holy Lord Qingqiu.
Holy Master Miaoyin just has pure contempt.
I despise these lowly and petty men in front of me!
I especially despise the Jade God Son, the leader of a dignified sect, for his cultivation speed is so slow, so mediocre!
"Everything eldest sister said is right."
"In this world, many men have climbed to high positions that do not belong to them."
"How many women are oppressed by such useless men."
Although he was very contemptuous in his heart, Holy Master Miaoyin would not say it out loud.
She lazily changed her sitting posture, still maintaining a frivolous and casual attitude.
"Jade God Son."
"The trail is here!"
"I see that you have led the Qingyun Sect for many years, but have not made much progress? Why don't you leave the Nanling Mountains and follow me to the Pure Land of Sanskrit?"
"With your cultivation in medicine, you are worthy of having a place in the Pure Land... Haha?"
(End of chapter)
