This is not a lie. No matter which family of casual cultivators in the Seven Kingdoms' cultivation world, it is impossible to have an alchemy stage, not even in the late stage of foundation building. Studying the art of alchemy in a family of casual cultivators is not much different from working behind closed doors.
Zheng Qingyuan smiled bitterly and said: "We don't understand what Master Sun said, but as a father, I know my little girl's character very well. If she enters the sect, she will definitely suffer a loss! So..."
Sun Xing was an old man, so he still didn't understand what he meant. He pondered for a while and took out a small wooden sign that was square in size from his storage bag: "Let's do this. After the casual cultivator conference is over, you go find Elder Mo of Zhaotian Sect. , I owed him a favor in the past, I will make it up to him today."
"Why don't you thank Master Sun quickly!" Zheng Qingyuan looked happy and scolded Zheng Lu to thank him quickly. The latter saluted repeatedly and took the wooden sign from Sun Xing's hand.
When the conversation changed, Zheng Qingyuan chuckled and said: "Master Sun's love for his disciples, Zheng will discuss it with several family elders again. See if we can give him more time."
"This is the best. But don't force it too much." Sun Xing said calmly.
Just when they were about to say something, a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper walked over from a distance and stood in front of the door, as if he had something important to report.
Zheng Qingyuan saw him and waved him in: "Old Zhang, if you have anything to say, just tell me, there are no outsiders here."
"Master, there is a young man named Chen Mo outside the door requesting to see you. Can you let him in?" The housekeeper bowed to Sun Xing, then bent down and said respectfully to Zheng Qingyuan.
When Sun Xing heard the word "Chen Mo", he suppressed the excitement in his heart, tried his best to hide the joy on his face, and still drank tea by himself, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Zheng Qingyuan's face showed a thoughtful look, and he glanced at Sun Xing doubtfully: "Master Sun, Chen Mo is your beloved disciple, right?"
"Let him come in." Sun Xing put down the tea cup and said leisurely.
Zheng Qingyuan couldn't help but shake his head when he saw Sun Xing acting like this. This was the old guy's determination. If he didn't accept it, he would have rushed out to check it out.
He waved his hand to the butler to bring him in. After a while,
A young man with an ordinary face came into Zheng Qingyuan's sight. There seemed to be some kind of fog on his body. Even at his early stage of foundation building, he could not tell his true cultivation level. He subconsciously thought that this person was worthy of being a leader. A magic weapon that can hide one's cultivation level.
"Unfilial disciple Chen Mo, pay homage to Master." The young man entered the room and knelt down towards Sun Xing without saying a word.
"No, I don't dare to call you master in vain." Sun Xing said in a cold voice: "While I was in seclusion, I disappeared for two months without even saying hello. If I died outside, I would be dead. People know, who dares to be your master?”
Chen Mo was ashamed and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Bang!" Sun Xing suddenly stepped forward and slapped Chen Mo in the face with a crisp and loud slap, which made him stagger after being caught off guard.
"Evil disciple! Do you still have me as your master in your eyes?" Sun Xing's thin body was trembling with anger from Chen Mo, and he said angrily: "What is your identity! Don't you understand that a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall? ? Bastard, I shouldn’t have saved you in the first place!”
Chen Mo had already predicted in his mind that this would happen on the way here, so he didn't have any strength to resist or give any explanation.
This opened the eyes of the father and daughter of the Zheng family in the hall. They didn't dare to take a breath and were suppressed by Sun Xing's momentum. The young girl Zheng Lu always thought that this white-haired little old man was kind and gentle, but she didn't expect that he could be so angry. He was really beyond appearances.
Zheng Qingyuan on the side had a different view. He was deeply in love and deeply responsible. Ever since Master Sun came to their Zheng family, he had to conduct inquiries every two days. The old man was so anxious that this boy came back. It is reasonable to get beaten.
This also shows that Sun Xing still cares about this apprentice. If it were Zheng Qingyuan, his daughter would be very anxious if he disappeared. How could an outsider without feelings cause such strong emotional fluctuations in him?
Chen Mo knelt on the ground and whispered: "Master, this disciple realizes his mistake."
Sun Xing glanced at him sideways, stretched out his hand to pull open his clothes, revealing the scars that had not yet scabbed, and sneered: "Okay, boy, you have learned how to fight with others! Your eyebrows are blue, you have taken drugs in the past month There are a lot of healing elixirs, old wounds have not healed yet new ones have been added, the effect of the medicine has not been dissipated yet, right?"
"boom!"
Sun Xing made a ruthless move and stabbed Chen Mo's injured left chest with another finger. He then kicked him half a foot away and said, "Get back to Qingyao Valley right now! Can't you fight me? ? Go! Fight until the sky is dark and the earth is dark! Get out now!"
Chen Mo knelt down again half a foot away, silently took out the Zengyuan Grass that he had snatched from his second brother's hand, and said in a low voice: "Master, this disciple found a Yi Yuan Grass in Qingyao Valley. The Yuan-Zeng Grass, which was regarded by a group of hunter cultivators as a medicine with only one-tenth of its efficacy, took the risk to participate in the competition in order to add one year to Master's life span..."
"Yi Yuancao!!"
Sun Xing's eyes narrowed sharply. As a top-grade alchemist, how could he not understand the price of herbs that can increase longevity? Only one-tenth of the medicinal effect of the Yuan-increasing grass can be sold for the rare price of 10,000 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones, let alone the Yi Yuan grass? That's something you can't buy even with spiritual stones!
Zheng Qingyuan quickly stepped forward and patted Sun Xing on the back: "Master Sun, calm down. Since Mr. Chen is back, don't be angry."
"He is threatening me!!" Sun Xing angrily pointed at Chen Mo's nose and cursed: "You evil disciple! Do I need your useless herbal medicine! Do you think you were seriously injured because of me? Bring the herbal medicine immediately. Get out! I don’t care!"
Zheng Qingyuan chuckled, knowing that he needed to get down the stairs, and immediately waved his hand and said: "Daughter, take your brother Chen around the county and come back in the evening, hurry up!"
"Oh... yes!" Zheng Lu quickly agreed and stood up to help Chen Mo. The latter did not help Chen Mo, but looked at Sun Xing, not knowing what to do.
"Pah!" A small porcelain bottle stuffed with red cloth was thrown in front of Chen Mo: "Find a time to apply it, don't be an eyesore here!"
Chen Mo felt relieved and knew that he had passed the test. He immediately thanked him and left the main hall with Zheng Lu without a trace.
"This bastard..." Sun Xing snorted coldly and put his hands behind his back. Although he was still not angry, most of his anger had disappeared. His purpose was not to sincerely drive Chen Mo away, but to solemnly warn him not to No more adventures.
Zheng Qingyuan chuckled and said: "Master Sun has really good intentions. This boy is really lucky to be under your disciples."
"I'll be satisfied if he doesn't scold him in his heart." Sun Xing said angrily: "Your caravan will set off at noon tomorrow. It just happens to bring us, master and apprentice, so don't disturb us?"
"What did Master Sun say?" Zheng Qingyuan laughed and quickly brought the topic to other places...
In Huangsha County under the scorching sun, the entire city is filled with wisps of heat. Looking up, it seems that there is a faint and continuous heat wave floating on the street below, which is very unique.
Chen Mo and Zheng Lu were walking side by side in the county. They both covered their heads with a square cloth, leaving only the upper part of their faces.
Not only are they like this, but many people in this county are like this. Chen Mo was a little puzzled about this when he came. Later, he learned from Zheng Lu that since this place is not far from the boundless desert, there are often short-term sandstorms. , one is to cover the sand and soil, and the other is to prevent skin damage from long-term exposure to the sun.
The skin color of the people here is mostly bronze. Chen Mo, a pretty boy, naturally attracted the attention of many people in the county. Some people always looked back unconsciously along the way, which made Chen Mo a little embarrassed.
"Did it hurt when your master poked you just now?" Zheng Lu was the first to break the silence between the two of them and asked.
Chen Mo said as he walked: "It will be over soon."
"Brother Chen, you seem to dislike talking to others. Is there anything on your mind?"
"What about you, what's your current level of cultivation?"
How could Chen Mo have allowed Zheng Lu to ask him all this time without answering her questions, instead seizing the opportunity to turn around and switch from answering to asking questions.
Zheng Lu smiled sweetly and said: "The eleventh level of Qi refining, how about you, Brother Chen?"
Chen Mo didn't speak, just walked silently. Zheng Lu saw that he was not very interested in talking to him, so she led the way: "Brother Chen, you haven't seen the scenery of the endless desert, right? Can I take you to see it?"
Chen Mo suddenly remembered that he could also draw. The road to cultivation was long, and it was always good to have something memorable. So he nodded and followed Zheng Lu's footsteps.
In the afternoon, the two arrived at the edge of the boundless desert, thirty miles away from Huangsha County. Sand dunes already existed here, with clear outlines and distinct layers. The ridge lines were smooth and smooth. The sand slopes on the windward side were like water, and the leeward side was quicksand. Like diarrhea.
The place was deserted, so the two of them found a dead branch and sat down, watching the setting sun stain the sand together.
The desert has laid a yellow carpet here. When the breeze blows, it seems like a pair of invisible hands are lifting the carpet and shaking it, and dust and smoke are rising all over the sky.
"Are you going to the casual cultivator conference too?" Chen Mo took a deep breath, looked at the girl beside him, and slowly spoke first.
Zheng Lu fiddled with the hem of her skirt and said without raising her head: "Of course, we are a family of casual cultivators from Chu State."
"A family of casual cultivators?"
"In the world we live in, there are a total of seven aristocratic families, one in each country. Doesn't Brother Chen know that?"
Chen Mo laughed awkwardly: "I am really ignorant."
"That's okay. People like Brother Chen who work hard will definitely become the targets of various sects in the future. It doesn't matter if you don't know now. If Brother Chen is interested, can I show my shame and answer it today?"
The vast desert, the dead sea of sand. Vigorous and quiet, Chen Mo and the girl Zheng Lu looked at each other, and countless heat waves surged by the wind and sand solidified in an instant, as if this moment lasted forever.
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