Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Ji Xiaopeng stood at the door as a tall man, his eyes were red for a moment, and the people present didn't know what he was thinking.

He was sincerely concerned about his master, but as the elder Mochen who served his disciples, he immediately sent a voice transmission: "I have achieved such a great fortune for my master, why cry? No matter how many people ask for it, I can't ask for it. Put it away." There is nothing to be wronged about crying. Besides, the arrogance is in the heart, not in the appearance."

Hearing the words, Ji Xiaopeng thought about it, and it was true, so he put on a smiley face and happily entered the hall with Qiu Xuanjing.

An Qingli sat down to taste tea, Xiao Huzi hummed and said, "There are no rules."

Mo Chen was by An Qingli's side, looking at Ji Xiaopeng who was swaggering into the hall, and scolded in a low voice, "You still don't pay homage to Master?"

Ji Xiaopeng showed grief again, but he couldn't disobey his master's order, so he had to downgrade again, knelt down and bowed his head, saying: "Apprentice Ji Xiaopeng, pay homage to Master Qingli."

An Qingli said calmly: "Get up, your master Mochen is not considered my official disciple, and you are not considered my disciple, so don't bother me with trivial matters in the future."

"Ah?" Ji Xiaopeng looked even more disappointed.

Qiu Xuanjing, who sat down beside him, was even more joyful, and finally brought about a good thing, the sect's great fortune.

After a few words of gossip, An Qingli said that he wanted to practice alchemy in seclusion, Qiu Xuanjing stopped bothering him, and Elder Mo Chen personally sent Qiu Xuanjing and Ji Xiaopeng out of the palace gate.

Ji Xiaopeng looked back frequently, hesitating to speak, and finally, the moment he left the palace gate, he cheekily and sincerely shouted out that he also wanted to be the disciple of Grandmaster Qingli!

This voice is also considered high, but not too high.

In short, it was heard by people other than Grandmaster Peak.

The news spread like wings.

Especially when it reached the ears of the Elders of the Spiritual Medicine Peak.

what? !

The entire Spirit Medicine Peak was shocked!
Master Qingli was so enlightened that he took his disciples to serve him!

Everyone knows what the master intends to accept and serve his disciples!
Isn't it just to pass on the craft and train him to be the next alchemy master?

Who would not want such a good opportunity.

He went bankrupt and dedicated all his wealth to Grandmaster Qingli, and he wanted it too!

Even if you can't reach the ninth rank, on the basis of the eighth rank, you can go up to one level, and you still want it!

"Master!"

"Grandmaster Qingli!"

Several eighth-rank elders in Lingyao Peak, including Chu Yaohe, left their work and hurried to Zongshi Peak.

Especially Chu Yaohe, he is the real Mu Sheng's lineage, with talent and hard work, how could he let others get ahead of him.

He can also be a serving disciple serving tea and water, he can also directly resign from the position of the master of the Spirit Medicine Peak, and he can even give his entire wealth, as long as he can always serve by the new master.

"Quickly close the palace door!"

Knowing that he caused trouble, Ji Xiaopeng hurriedly asked the An family of Grand Master Hall to close the door to thank guests.

The door of the temple was hastily closed.

The few people who came one after another surrounded Qiu Xuanjing and got entangled without being able to find An Qingli.

"Let's go back to the Zongmen's meeting hall." Qiu Xuanjing stepped forward with his hands behind his back. He knew that this scene would come sooner or later.

"Okay, suzerain, you'd better explain clearly."

Several eighth-rank alchemy masters felt sore and uneasy in their hearts, and they were no worse than Mo Chen, so where did they lose?

Chu Yaohe grabbed Ji Xiaopeng and carried him away together.

In the Zongmen's main hall, no one was in the mood to sit down and talk, an elder pinched Ji Xiaopeng's face, and said angrily: "Is it because you are acquainted with Grandmaster Qingli, so you can build a bridge between them?"

"No, no." Ji Xiaopeng, whose cheeks were pulled, denied repeatedly, and then said, "My master earned it by himself. He is already a master of alchemy on the eighth rank, and his alchemy rate is the highest among you." Yes, and up to now, he is still studying tirelessly, and often goes to the library to study the mind. Regardless of other things, this enthusiasm for alchemy that will last until death alone compares Elder Wu and Elder Qu."

"Say... tell the truth!"

The elder who was pulling his face let go, Chu Yaohe had nothing to say, and elder Wu and elder Qu blushed even more.

They were all once hailed as geniuses, and they were all praised as possible future Ninth Rank Alchemy Grandmasters.

However, it is difficult for alchemy to advance, and it is difficult for outsiders to understand.

Especially after reaching the seventh and eighth ranks, every step up to a small step will take decades at least and hundreds of years at most.

The ambition and pretensions of the past have worn away over the course of hundreds of years.

Elder Wu and Elder Qu are one of them. They have long been satisfied with the status quo. They are satisfied with refining the elixir of the eighth grade. They are rich and comfortable every day, and they are sought after by thousands of people. They have long since lost their aggressiveness.

"Then...then you continue, we are listening." Elder Wu and Elder Qu stepped aside in shame.

"What about me?" A Huashen elder over three thousand years old made a dissatisfied voice.

Qiu Xuanjing glanced at Ji Xiaopeng, telling him to continue to tell the truth, so that these alchemy elders, who are usually aloof, should be sober.

As expected, Ji Xiaopeng lived up to his trust, and with Qiu Xuanjing's backing, he continued to speak: "Elder Qu, although you have a high level of cultivation, you are still my master, but your alchemy rate is not as good as my master's. After all, you are worse than my master." And you jump out, although your understanding is high, but you often don't stick to the details, among so many alchemy masters of the seventh and eighth ranks, you are the one who fry the furnace most frequently."

Elder Wu and Elder Qu held back their laughter, thanks to Ji Xiaopeng's surname Ji, otherwise he would have been expelled from the school for talking to his uncle like this.

Elder Qu raised his hand angrily, slapped Ji Xiaopeng hard on the back, and cursed, "I'll beat you, unfilial nephew!"

Ji Xiaopeng was afraid of pain, but this slap was merciless. Ji Xiaopeng, who was more than a hundred years old, was beaten to the point of crying, and he really lived up to the reputation of "the shame of the elixir peak".

After crying for a while, Chu Yaohe said with red eyes: "What about me? Although I am inferior to Mochen in several aspects, I am a thousand years younger than him, so there is a great possibility."

Ji Xiaopeng cried and didn't have time to answer, Elder Qu sent him out of the hall with one sleeve, and told him to stay away so that he would not be an eyesore.

The door of the meeting hall was closed, and Qiu Xuanjing said, "You are the master of the elixir peak, how can you serve disciples?"

"Why not! I can!" Chu Yaohe hurriedly said, "The peak master doesn't have to do it, but he must learn the skills! This time is such a good opportunity, Master Qingli has to refine so many pills, I must go!"

Hearing what Chu Yaohe said, the rest of the eighth-rank alchemists, who were originally calm, also became excited again.

Not long ago, Qiu Xuanjing led people to take a lot of high-level spiritual plants from the Spiritual Medicine Peak. Besides sending them to Grandmaster Qingli, where else could they send them!

"I have to go, I am the orthodox Grandmaster Mu Sheng's lineage, and it is easier to understand the teachings of Grandmaster Qingli." Chu Yaohe grabbed Qiu Xuanjing and said in a deep voice, "It's not good to favor one over the other, and you can come with me to talk and talk and."