Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 7 "Ask the Immortals to Refine Qi"

"come in!"

Just as Ling Feng was frowning and thinking, a rather gentle voice came from the bamboo building, which didn't sound like any evil spirits.

Ling Feng clenched his fists, feeling a little vigilant in his heart, and walked towards the bamboo building.

Stepping up the stairs made of bamboo, Ling Feng walked into the largest bamboo building in the center step by step.

When he got to the door, he stopped and bowed respectfully inside.

"Disciple Ling Feng, I have met Master!"

Since he was assigned to Xiaozhu Peak, he should be the disciple of "Master Duanmu".In terms of seniority, isn't it the same generation as the peak masters of Wen Xianzong?
As the breeze blows, before anyone arrives, a smell of alcohol comes to the nostrils.

The next moment, I saw an old man in green clothes and white beard coming out of the house. He had a wine gourd pinned to his waist, his hair was a little disheveled, and he looked like a "wine fairy".

Although it looks a little rough, it doesn't look like a vicious person!

"Are you the disciple who joined me this year?" The old man looked at Ling Feng and asked.

"Yes! Disciple Ling Feng, I have met Master!" Ling Feng bowed and saluted, feeling slightly curious.

Since it is Yang Wei, Li Liang's uncle, this old man should have a high status, why would he live in such a simple place?

"You're a clever kid. Before I accept you, you should worship me as your teacher first." The corners of Duanmu Qingshan's mouth turned up slightly, and he said flatly, "But it's too early to become a teacher. As you can see, I Mai, there are only you and me left."

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment. Indeed, the closer to Xiaozhufeng, the less crowded it is.

Could it be that my "master" is a weird person, so no one dares to worship him as a teacher?
"Extend your hand." Duanmu Qingshan's voice was very magnetic, but unfortunately, there was no emotion at all.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and stretched out his right hand.

Duanmu Qingshan grabbed Ling Feng's arm, put it on his veins and sensed it for a moment, then shook his head, "Sure enough, he is another blunt kid."

Ling Feng blinked, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that Yang Wei and Li Liang had no good intentions.

But, why did they send mediocre disciples to Duanmu Qingshan's sect?

"Since you call me master, I'll teach you the basic exercise method of Xianzong." Duanmu Qingshan stood with his hands behind his back, his voice still cold.

As he said that, Duanmu Qingshan took out a book from nowhere, it was covered with wine stains, but the writing on it could still be read clearly.

"Ask Immortals to Refining Qi Jue"!
"Take it!" Duanmu Qingshan threw the cheat book over.

Ling Feng stretched out his hand to catch it, knowing that this was the way for disciples in the Qi Condensation Realm to exercise their energy, so he quickly bowed to Duanmu Qingshan, "Thank you, Master."

"I said before, don't rush to call me Master." Duanmu Qingshan said lightly.

A trace of doubt arose in Ling Feng's heart. He looked at Duanmu Qingshan's attitude and Zong Yuan's eyes who brought him here before.Obviously, in the next few days, I will run into trouble.

Duanmu Qingshan glanced down at Ling Feng, and said: "You should try not to have anything to do with me, so as not to harm you for the rest of your life."

"Sure enough!" Ling Feng focused his eyes and squeezed his fists. He didn't want to cause trouble, but he wouldn't back down if trouble came to him!
Now that he has entered the inner door, it is naturally impossible to easily run to the outer door.

The resources available to inner disciples and outer disciples are completely different.If you want to become stronger as soon as possible, you must stay in the inner sect!
"You and I are also predestined. There are some healing herbs outside. If you need them, you can pick them at will." Duanmu Qingshan patted Ling Feng on the shoulder, and immediately untied the wine gourd on his waist, took a sip, Then he turned and left.

Looking at the back of Duanmu Qingshan, Ling Feng was even more puzzled.

As a person of the generation of masters and uncles of each peak, just watch his disciples being taught a lesson?
What is hidden in this?

However, at this moment, Ling Feng frowned, and found that there seemed to be something wrong with Duanmu Qingshan's body.

"Secret injury?" Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose.

Doctors look, smell, ask, and cut.

Ling Feng's medical skills can be called a sage. Although he has no pulse diagnosis, he is very confident in his eyesight.

"Ask a master-level senior in Xianzong, who has no status in the sect, and has hidden wounds on his body..." Ling Feng frowned, "What does all this mean?"

The next moment, he shook his head and said with a wry smile, "I myself am a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, so I should find a way to get through these few days first!"

"It's hard to get into the inner door, and you must not be expelled!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists tightly. There were too many mysteries in his heart, and all of them needed strong strength to solve them.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, and according to what Duanmu Qingshan said, he seemed to have planted some elixir.

Out of curiosity, he turned around and walked towards the yard in front of the bamboo building, and he saw several medicine fields.

"Purple blood ginseng!"

"Odd Velvet Chrysanthemum!"

"Baby, they are all good babies!"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched wildly, these are panaceas that can't be seen in the mortal world!
As a doctor, when he saw these elixir herbs, Ling Feng's brain was almost dizzy with excitement.

Since Duanmu Qingshan allowed himself to pick, it shouldn't hurt to pick some by himself.

……

Duanmu Qingshan, sitting by the window, while drinking, looked at Ling Feng.

"Strange, why this kid is so interested in these herbs, ordinary people probably can't even identify them."

This Duanmu Qingshan is also a Taoist doctor with excellent medical skills, and the medicinal herbs he planted in the yard are also used to treat his hidden injuries.

It stands to reason that without considerable medical attainments, it is impossible to recognize those unorthodox herbs.

Suddenly, a black air flickered on the forehead of Duanmu Qingshan, he quickly sealed several acupuncture points on the left side of his body, and it took a long time before he recovered.

"Lin Canglang, Yang Wei! You don't want to trap me in Duanmu Qingshan forever!"

Duanmu Qingshan snorted softly, and finally withdrew his gaze from Ling Feng.

He knew very well that even if this young man named Ling Feng knew some medical skills, he couldn't change his fate.

It won't be long before he will be like the mediocre people who were sent here in the previous ten years, unable to stand the bullying of other disciples, and leave voluntarily.

　Ask for collection, ask for recommendation~
　　


(End of this chapter)