Zhang Feixuan is not as shameless as Wang Qizheng, mainly because Wang Qizheng has already knelt down, so he doesn't need to.
"Senior brother, this method is tailor-made for us, right? Then pass it on to the third junior brother first and then to me."
Hearing this, Wang Qizheng, who was kneeling down, raised his eyebrows, and stared at Zhang Feixuan, who was standing there as tall as 2,580,000 people.
This guy is really good at finding opportunities!
Song Yin shook his head: "This is a furnace for refining into elixirs. You need to generate elixir fire in your own body, so that you can refine the best elixir method. You are still a little behind now. Just now, I used the great fire as a guide. I have refined the medium you need for cultivation, mainly to let you know what real cultivation is like."
"If you want to reach this point, you have to continue training."
Yes, it's like saying it in vain.
You still have to practice for a long time, which is like finding a way to torture them in disguise.
Wang Qizheng got up directly, and his kneeling was in vain.
"The soup is almost ready. Come over and eat and try my handiwork." Song Yin said with a smile.
The soup in the iron pot, after being simmered for an hour and mixed with flavor-enhancing herbs, was already fragrant.
Song Yin summoned nearby small stones and condensed them into three bowls and spoons. With a move of his hand, the soup in the pot automatically flew into the bowl, and the steaming food fell in front of them.
The two of them took it and drank it without any courtesy.
“Senior brother’s craftsmanship is pretty good!”
Wang Qizheng's eyes lit up and he looked up at Song Yin: "Have you learned this before?"
"That's right." Song Yin nodded and smiled.
Of course he had learned how to be self-reliant in his previous life, and he could cook ordinary meals.
Now that the Dharma Eyes is here, it is easy to find herbs for seasoning. The herbs brought by the second junior brother are basically responsible for improving the flavor, which saves him the trouble of looking for other herbs.
The pot was very big, and all the tiger's meat was put in to cook it, but the Qi Master, Zhong Ming Ding Shi, really wanted to eat it freely. Wang Qizheng alone was eating one bowl after another, and ate half of it. The pot just stopped.
Zhang Feixuan's appetite was slightly worse, but he still ate one-third. Song Yin finished the remaining bit very early.
"Senior brother, why don't you let the third junior brother get something else?" Zhang Feixuan asked when he saw that Song Yin had stopped eating a long time ago.
Song Yin shook his head and said, "No need. I always absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. When I eat, I pay attention to what I eat. If I really eat freely, I'm afraid it won't be enough."
Ever since he cultivated his true body without leakage, the food in the mountains had never satiated him, and the food in the human world also failed to satiate him.
But he doesn't care. If the conditions are not enough for him to eat enough, then he doesn't need to eat enough. With his perfect body, he won't feel hungry even if he absorbs the essence of the sun and moon.
"Are you guys full?"
The two nodded.
Song Yin reached out and flicked it again, and the big iron pot and bowl and spoon flew away, glowing with white light in the air, transformed into the previous stones, and landed in their original positions again.
They both looked at each other in a daze.
They didn't know if there were any true immortals in the world, but when it came to the majesty of immortals, their senior brother was definitely the most dignified one.
"Since you're full, let's do evening classes."
Song Yin said: "The evening class is a thousand times of enchantment, let's start."
"No, Zhen Lian?" Wang Qizheng said in surprise.
Hearing this, Song Yin frowned and looked over.
"No, what I mean is that it's already getting late, senior brother, why not take a rest early and practice again tomorrow morning." Wang Qizheng said with a smile.
"With your fighting power, you still want to sleep? How can you sleep!"
Song Yin shouted: "It's just that you are too lazy to even notice the real practice of cultivation. Practice it for me!"
"yes!"
The two of them straightened their bodies and used their hands to perform magic spells, directly performing the magic of mind.
This spell is the most basic. It can charm the mind and has no lethality. However, if you encounter any ferocious beasts and robbers, you can use this trick to control them.
If a disciple who is new to Qi refining really encounters any danger, even if he casts some lethal spells, they may not be that powerful. If he encounters a strong bandit, he may not have a sharp weapon.
After all, they are from the Dan sect, and they are inherently inferior to those who can fight.
But a blinding trick or a mental trick to defeat the enemy by controlling people's minds is very good.
The master recorded this spell very well and took some situations into consideration.
Just seeing the two junior brothers using spells clumsily, Song Yin looked more and more wrong, and said: "You two release each other, just hit the air, what's the use? Accepting each other's spells can also train your own ability to deal with the illusion." Resistance.”
"yes"
The two of them responded feebly, faced each other, and performed magic spells there.
Both of them are at the fifth level, and they can use mental spells at the first level, but they really can't have any impact on each other.
However, after beating him too much, Wang Qizheng became more and more irritated. He suddenly fired a mental spell, but it did not produce any hallucinations. Instead, several big characters appeared in Zhang Feixuan's eyes.
It's all your fault!
Yo ho?
When Zhang Feixuan got excited, he also hit him with a mind-bending spell.
Are you still literate?
Wang Qi was twitching at the corner of his mouth and struck out again.
You're fucking looking for death!
Zhang Feixuan also played one.
Come! If you have the guts to chop me down today, what did I do to you? If you can, run away and I will never stop you.
You fucking fart, I would have run away if I could! I shouldn't have come back, and I shouldn't have believed in your evil deeds! Confused, my mini-daddy’s butthole!
Do you think I don’t know how to curse? !
The more the two of them used spells, the more energetic they became. In Song Yin's eyes, their hands held the seals and lit them forward, almost as fast as afterimages. They even moved their steps and circled around, nodding to each other. Pointing his finger, his face became more ferocious.
The thousand spells were cast almost breathlessly by the two of them, and it was not that slow. In just half an hour, the thousand spells were completed. The two of them were bent over and panting. .
Zhang Feixuan still maintained a ferocious expression, raised his hand with great effort, and cast a spell of confusion.
Not to be outdone, Wang Qizheng bared his teeth at him and struck out with both hands.
"Okay, that's it." Song Yin said happily.
Although the posture is inelegant, this training has put in a lot of effort.
The two junior brothers are still very diligent.
As soon as Song Yin finished speaking, they both jumped away as if they had agreed, one took out the pestle and the other held the axe.
"come!"
"Come here, do you think I'm afraid of you?"
The two of them stared at each other with bloodshot eyes, almost eating each other.
Song Yin raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"
Hearing Song Yin's voice, the two of them pursed their lips, glared at each other, snorted coldly, and turned their backs without looking at each other.
"You guys seem to be used to fighting every day."
Song Yin smiled, but didn't pay too much attention to it. He was used to fighting, but he was still a senior brother. What did it mean?
It represents the friendship between him and the Golden Immortal Sect!
Song Yin raised his hand and made two things fly to the two of them.
"Senior brother?"
Zhang Feixuan was stunned for a moment, floating around him was a tiger skin shawl.
What was in front of Wang Qizheng was a short coat.
Song Yin said with a smile: "I see that the third junior brother has all his clothes. It just so happens that this tiger skin is here, which can be used as a top. I made a shawl for you with the remaining materials."
Zhang Feixuan looked at the shawl, opened his mouth, and finally fell silent. He took the shawl away and put it directly on his shoulders.
Even this shawl doesn't match the style and color of his clothes at all.
Wang Qizheng took the shirt with both hands and didn't put it on. He just stared at Song Yin blankly, his eyes even a little dull.
"Go to rest early. There is still morning class tomorrow."
Song Yin waved his hands, then sat cross-legged and meditated, closing his eyes.
"I"
Wang Qi was opening his mouth, his face suddenly twisted, and he finally put on his clothes.
The dress was more like a mandarin jacket, but it had no buttons, leaving his chest open, like a baggage carrier on the dock.
But Wang Qizheng didn't care about the appearance. He just pursed his lips as if clenching his teeth. In the end, he just bowed and his voice became deeper: "Thank you, senior brother."
He was bowing there, covering his face with his arms, unable to see his expression clearly, and he refused to stand up straight for a long time.
Zhang Feixuan looked at the two bright moons in the sky, pinched the shawl on his shoulders, and his eyes almost entered the moonlight and became a little shiny.
Whenever he returns to the sect, he has to be on guard against being eaten by his master, and he is as cautious as a mouse in the outside world, avoiding other qi refiners.
I'm used to seeing the world being so miserable and deceitful, and all I can think about is how to survive.
Who would think of sewing a piece of clothing for them?
(End of chapter)
