Too ruthless, I will become a group favorite in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 91 Among the Precious Wealth of an Instrument Master
The child grew up day by day, he ate a lot, and soon he was taller than the boy.

The young boy was very generous to him, and let the child blow up several pill stoves without the cultivation base of holding the alchemy stove.

After realizing that he didn't have the talent for alchemy, he brought back a lot of talisman formations and pressed his head for him to learn.

A child's brain is dull and he can't learn. The only function is to annoy him and amuse him.

No matter how old they are, Fang Ling is very aggressive when playing Dilong and Dragonfly.

The young man can have fun every time.

Fang Ling is often very embarrassed.

Compared with the young master, he is really not good-looking and not outstanding.

Fang Ling didn't like to join the crowd, but even he knew how powerful the young master was. Others called him a genius, saying that he could produce high-grade pills in the foundation building stage, and he had the potential to become a master of alchemy in the future. Very powerful people want to take him as a disciple.

It's a pity that the young master refused, he was so lonely that he didn't let anyone bother him.

But what Fang Ling couldn't understand was that some women always came to the young master with soup.

But the young master hated those people very much.

It wasn't until one day that Fang Ling was stopped by those women when he passed by that he understood the reason.

"You are the person next to the young master, speak good words for us."

"Yes, the master is only one child, and he will definitely listen to him. The master hasn't come to see me for several years."

I don't know if the young man has a good temper or a bad temper. If he says good-tempered words, he will always make it hard for Fang Ling to do things he doesn't want to do. He will throw his things at every turn to tell him to shut up and be quiet. If he says bad-tempered words, he will And always watch women come to the door with an indifferent face, neither rejecting nor agreeing.

If it wasn't like this, those women wouldn't dare to keep approaching him.

He doesn't blame it at all.

But Fang Ling knew that he didn't like contacting these people at all.

Once Fang Ling asked him why.

The young man added a handful of spiritual herbs to the alchemy furnace.

This alchemy furnace has been practiced for a long time, and it is almost time to release it.

The young man said with cold eyes, "Of course I have to see what kind of woman made him kill my mother."

Fang Ling's eyes widened.

The young man laughed, "He killed my mother's heart, so my mother died."

Fang Ling remembered that he was squatting in front of the alchemy stove at this moment, his eyes were tired and careless.

"Later I understood."

"Understand what?"

"I understand that these things have nothing to do with women at all, it's all his own fault."

The young man shrugged, "It doesn't matter. He looks good on him, and it's enough for me to use my talent to keep him from giving up on me."

Fang Ling couldn't understand.

The young man smiled, "Only in this way, can I concentrate on rotting and stinking in the corner as I wish, and no one needs to care about me. I love myself who rots and stinks."

Fang Ling shook his head, but he couldn't say anything consoling, so he fanned him politely, "You don't stink at all! It smells good!"

"What's wrong with the corner? If you don't like it, get out of this dark place, face the gazes from all directions, and walk to the center."

That's what the young man said, but not what his eyes said.

With a sick face, a pair of eyes looked at him, as if as long as he nodded, he would put him into the fire.

Fang Ling shook his head violently.

The young man chuckled, "Stupid."

Fang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, "It's fine if you don't get angry."

The young man nodded, "Don't fan the fire, the fire is too big to fry the furnace."

As soon as the words fell, the furnace exploded with a "bang".

The young man knocked on Fang Ling's forehead, "I knew it!"

"……sorry."

"Hurry up and clean up!"

"I'm going right now!"

Not long after the young man's good life, his father died on the woman's belly.

He was impatient with running the family business, so he simply changed all of them into spirit stones to concentrate on alchemy.

The young man dismissed the servants and did not pay Fang Ling, but he still consciously became his employee.

He told Fang Ling, "A monk must always remember what is most important to him."

"What is it?" Fang Ling asked stupidly.

Even though he is so big, he always asks some stupid questions.

The young man said, "Of course it is cultivation. For monks, everything else is secondary. If one day you put the cart before the horse, don't blame me for kicking you into the alchemy furnace."

Fang Ling felt aggrieved, "You always blame me."

"Am I wrong?"

Fang Ling couldn't say anything to refute anyway.

Several years passed, and the young man finally died the heart that made him a magician.

"Can't I become a Dharma cultivator?"

The young man looked at him, "The aptitude is so poor, why don't you have the talent to take shortcuts?"

Fang Ling has been hearing from the young man that other Daoist monks are no worse than Faxiu, on the contrary they are more pure.

Fang Ling wiped away his tears, "But I don't have anything, neither qualification nor talent."

The young man ignored his tears, thought for a long time, and finally came up with, "You can try Qixiu."

On the way of Fang Ling's cultivation, there is always someone who keeps trying different possibilities for him.

There were many forks in front of him, and in the end the young man chose the most suitable path for him.

After refining the unique and complete magic weapon and the unexpected good effect, the young man just nodded and suddenly realized.

"Yes, such a simple and rough job is perfect for you."

Fang Ling was hit by him.

But the young man is really powerful. He just entered Jindan not long ago, and he has already become famous around him.

And his fame is gradually spreading.

"You are really amazing!" Fang Ling admired from the bottom of his heart.

The young man was lying on the bed very tired, and kicked him, "Stop talking, let me be quiet for a while."

Fang Ling shut up obediently.

He babbled and went to refine the weapon.

He also imagined that he was as powerful.

The two of them are really not talkative, and there is no delay in doing their own work.

Because refining tools was too noisy and refining cliffs was convenient, Fang Ling moved back to his stone house.

When he practiced a magic weapon that he was satisfied with, he went to find the young man, but found that the young man became even more sick, and his eyes looked hollow.

"What's wrong with you!" Fang Ling was very worried about him.

The young man spread his palms, "The elixir that has been practiced recently has black spots. Although the properties of the medicine are not bad, but I did not agree to sell them. Then the damn buyer will buy and sell by force, and it pissed me off."

"Ah? Are you alright then?"

"Why are you still staying like this? What can I do?"

Fang Ling is sad.

The young man glanced at him, "What are you doing here?"

Fang Ling came to his senses and took out the magic weapon, "Give it to you!"

It's a little clay figurine, with its head raised and it looks like it can't be dragged.

"After inputting spiritual power, he will protect you! Even a blow from Senior Nascent Soul can stop you!"

The young man was surprised, "Did you do it like me?"

"Yeah! It's very similar!"

The young boy kicked him, "Get out!"

(End of this chapter)