Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

Xu Fu knew Duanmu Yu's thoughts very well, and also understood Yang Ling's strength, so he didn't say much.

At this moment, Yang Ling was brewing tea in the backyard. Rong'er was sent away, so he had to do it himself. As soon as Duanmu Yu saw Yang Ling, the spiritual power that had been stagnant for a long time in his body began to flow automatically. He seemed to hear the sound of the avenue, and the power of the sound wave directly broke through the bottleneck of his realm that had been stagnant for many years.

Xu Fu noticed Duanmu Yu's sudden breakthrough and his eyes widened in disbelief. Yang Ling was also surprised, but he was more surprised at Duanmu Yu's age and cultivation. At the age of 22, he had reached the sixth level of the human realm, and now he has broken through to the seventh level of the human realm, almost on par with Xu Fu.

Yang Ling knew that this level of cultivation was not only due to Duanmu Yu's own talent, but also closely related to the spiritual energy and resources of Southern Xinjiang. This further strengthened his determination to go to Southern Xinjiang.

"Thank you, master!" After stabilizing his state of mind, Duanmu Yu knelt respectfully in front of Yang Ling, his gratitude evident in words.

Yang Ling responded calmly: "It's time and fate. It's all your own chance."

Duanmu Yu wanted to express his gratitude again, but Xu Fu was afraid that he would make too many demands, so he quickly helped him up. Duanmu Yu was also full of gratitude to Xu Fu.

"Why did you come to see Master?" Xu Fu urged.

Although he knew Duanmu Yu's intention, he still hoped that Duanmu Yu would take the initiative to invite Yang Ling to go to Southern Xinjiang. Yang Ling saw through Xu Fu's thoughts, but did not stop him.

“Yes…” Duanmu Yu was so rushed that he had no time to be polite. He bowed to Yang Ling and said, “Master, the Duanmu family in Southern Xinjiang has recently cultivated several spiritual herbs with abundant spiritual energy, but for some reason they are always difficult to survive. I heard that the master is in Xianyang, so the Duanmu family specially ordered me to come and ask the master for guidance.”

Duanmu Yu's excuse was a bit blunt, and Xu Fu couldn't help curling his lips. However, Yang Ling was planning to go to Southern Xinjiang, so he didn't care about the quality of the excuse.

"Do you, the Duanmu family, still need to ask others for advice on spiritual herb cultivation techniques?" Yang Ling asked jokingly.

The Duanmu family had risen rapidly since the revival of spiritual energy, becoming a large grass-raising family with a great reputation. Yang Ling knew their strength very well.

"You are joking, Master. Those are just exaggerations from the outside world. In terms of alchemy and medicine, we are all juniors in front of you." Duanmu Yu said modestly, and suddenly added, "No matter which aspect, we are all juniors in front of you."

"That sounds good." Xu Fu showed a satisfied look.

Yang Ling glanced at Xu Fu and knew that he cared more about the outside world's views than he did. But this was normal, after all, Xu Fu's cultivation and situation were closely related to him.

"Master Duanmu, you are too kind." Yang Ling handed a cup of tea to Xu Fu, and then said calmly, "I am also planning to go to Southern Xinjiang recently. If Master Duanmu doesn't mind the trouble, please lead the way for us."

Xu Fu took the tea and passed it to Duanmu Yu. Duanmu Yu was flattered to take the tea, but because he was too excited, he drank it all in one gulp, and his face turned red as a result of being scalded.

Yang Ling and Xu Fu were both stunned. Xu Fu couldn't help but ask, "Have you never had tea?"

Duanmu Yu was already embarrassed by the burns, and even more embarrassed by this question. He has always been known as a jade-faced fox, so when has he ever lost his composure like this?
He was already extremely surprised to meet the legendary Yang Ling today, and coupled with the unexpected joy of breaking through his realm because of Yang Ling, he completely lost his usual composure.

Before meeting Yang Ling, Duanmu Yu still had doubts about Yang Ling's strength. However, when he actually met Yang Ling and broke through because of him, he regarded the mysterious and powerful power in Yang Ling as the most precious gift.

"When will Young Master Duanmu set off to return to Southern Xinjiang?"

Yang Ling understood that Duanmu Yu could not respond to Xu Fu's joke, so he took the initiative to change the subject and asked.

When Duanmu Yu heard Yang Ling's words, he bowed to him and replied respectfully: "If the master is willing, we can set off now."

His main purpose for coming to Xianyang this time was to meet Yang Ling, and he did not have high hopes of winning them over. Therefore, once he met Yang Ling, his mission would be accomplished.

Since his identity would likely arouse the suspicion of the First Emperor if it were discovered in Xianyang, he hoped to leave as soon as possible.

However, since Xu Fu took the Di Rong grass from Duanmu's family but did not respond for a long time, they could only delay it again and again.

However, their luggage had already been prepared, and they could leave at any time as long as they saw Yang Ling.

Because of this, Duanmu Yu could answer Yang Ling's question without hesitation when he heard it.

"There's no need to be so hasty." Yang Ling was amused by Duanmu Yu's decisiveness. He waved his hand and said, "Let's set off in three days."

"Yes, Yu will come to pick you up in three days." Duanmu Yu showed joy on his face for the first time. After bowing deeply to Yang Ling again, he was taken out by Xu Fu.

Yang Ling watched Duanmu Yu and Xu Fu leave, his eyes flickering slightly. He knew very well that Duanmu Yu was not as simple as he seemed.

Fusu had been away from Xianyang for some time as he led his troops to deal with rumors and rebellious forces in various places.

He was previously responsible for investigating Rong'er's background, but there was no result yet. Now Fusu has a more important task, so this matter has naturally been put on hold.

Ziying has now grown up and started to participate in government affairs. Although Ying Zheng noticed him, he did not really pay attention to him, so he was not sure whether Ziying was a useful talent.

Investigating Rong'er's background would not affect other overall situations, and it would also test Ziying's ability to handle affairs. Therefore, Ying Zheng handed the matter over to Ziying.

Ziying, who received the task, was a little confused and didn't understand why Ying Zheng chose him.

Later, the elders around him were persuaded by the eunuchs that this was a sign that Ying Zheng was going to use him, and they all urged him to work for Ying Zheng as soon as possible.

Although Ziying went to southern Xinjiang with Rong'er's portrait in a confused state, he was planning to find a quiet place to live in seclusion after completing his mission.

Ziying set out earlier than Yang Ling and the others, so naturally he arrived earlier than them as well.

However, this time he was operating in secret and could not reveal his identity.

The gates of the main city of Southern Xinjiang had already been closed, making it difficult for him to enter.

After staying in the surrounding small towns for about two days, he found out that the main city is now open only every seven days, and people coming and going are subject to strict inspections and body searches.

He heard that not long ago someone from Xianyang brought a portrait of a woman and caused a disturbance in the main city. The adults of the Duanmu family even gave orders to guard against these people.

Ziying realized that the people sent by Ying Zheng before were all good-for-nothings. Not only did they fail to do their job well, they also caused dissatisfaction among the local people in southern Xinjiang, and even resorted to sealing off the city.

If these things happened under normal circumstances, Ziying might not care.

But now that he has taken on the task, the mess left behind by those people has become an obstacle for him.

He was glad that he did not directly take out the portrait and ask the locals in southern Xinjiang whether they had seen the woman, otherwise he would probably be arrested immediately and imprisoned in the dungeon of the main city.

When Yang Ling and his companions arrived outside the main city of Southern Xinjiang, there were still three days before the city gates were opened.

Duanmu Yu wanted to go directly to inform the city guards to open the gate, but was stopped by Yang Ling. He believed that since the main city of Nanjiang had a rule to open the gate once every seven days, outsiders like them should follow the local customs to avoid causing trouble to many people.

"Your Excellency is kindhearted and considerate. It was Yu who was too reckless!" Duanmu Yu clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Yang Ling to express his apology.

The rule of blocking the city gates and opening them only once every seven days was actually set by Duanmu Yu, but he didn't expect to use this rule as soon as he returned.

If he knew that he could really invite the master back before going to Xianyang City to find Yang Ling, he would never have given this order.

The group stopped in a small town more than ten miles away from the main city. Duanmu Yu left early to arrange their accommodation for the next three days.

Although it was not the first time for Yang Ling and Xu Fu to come to southern Xinjiang, they were not familiar with the area, so they did not run around, but sat down at a nearby tea stall to drink tea.

Roadside tea stall culture is prevalent in southern Xinjiang, and the tea served there is more flavorful than that served in teahouses and teahouses.

Ziying also knew about this, so he often went out to find a tea stall to drink tea these days.

He arrived early and got a table first. Now is the peak season for selling herbal tea, and if you come a little later, you won't be able to get a seat.

Yang Ling and Xu Fu didn't have a seat now, but they all knew about the tea stall culture in southern Xinjiang and wanted to experience it, so they took the initiative to find Ziying.

Xu Fu had never seen Ziying before, so he didn't recognize him. He approached him and started a conversation, and the communication went smoothly.

Perhaps because he was treated poorly and never enjoyed any good treatment since childhood, Ziying lacked the nobility and pride of a young man from a noble family.

Xu Fu came over and asked if he could have tea together, and he agreed without thinking.

After all, meeting someone when you are out and about is fate, and he doesn't mind at all.

After Xu Fu asked, he cleaned a stool for Yang Ling and asked him to sit down.

Yang Ling sat next to Ziying. The moment he sat down, Ziying felt a long-suppressed power surging in his body.

Although Yang Ling had never seen Ziying, he had read history books and restored drawings, so he would not be wrong.

Because of his joining, history has changed long ago. Ziying was not forced to sit on the throne of King of Qin and has successfully lived to this day.

Yang Ling could feel that he had not started practicing yet, but he had the talent to practice.

Ziying subconsciously wanted to get closer to Yang Ling, but before he got too close, he immediately realized that they didn't know each other yet.

"May I ask where you are from?" Ziying suppressed his desire to get close to Yang Ling, raised his eyes and asked Yang Ling curiously.

"We come from the same place!" Yang Ling glanced at Ziying and responded indifferently.

He had recognized Ziying, but did not intend to reveal his identity directly.

After all, they don't have much cause and effect. If it is revealed, they may have intersections in the future.

Hearing Yang Ling's words, Ziying was slightly stunned and couldn't help laughing: "How do you know where I come from?"

"The herbal tea is here!" Xu Fu walked back to the tea table with the herbal tea in his hand, respectfully placed it in front of Yang Ling and said with a smile: "Master, please try it. This is a herbal tea unique to Southern Xinjiang. Drinking it is good for your health!"

Yang Ling took the herbal tea and took a sip.

The moment it enters your mouth, a bitter taste rushes up.

An ordinary person would have spit it out long ago, but Yang Ling swallowed it with a normal expression, just like a native of southern Xinjiang who was used to drinking herbal tea.

"It tastes good!" Yang Ling put the cup back on the table and commented.

Hearing his praise, Xu Fu could not help himself and directly picked up the bowl in front of him and drank it in one big gulp.

Ziying, who was sitting opposite Xu Fu, almost popped his eyes out when he saw this guy's actions. He had never seen anyone drink southern Xinjiang herbal tea like this.

"Huff..." Xu Fu couldn't even hold his breath and vomited on the spot.

He even opened his mouth and used the Spirit Water Technique to clean it for a long time before he struggled to look up at Yang Ling and asked, "Master, didn't you say it tasted good?"

"Sir, everyone's taste is different. If you can't accept it, don't buy herbal tea next time. You've wasted so much!" Before Yang Ling could speak, the old man selling herbal tea looked at Xu Fu and reminded him with a frown.

"Got it!" Xu Fu's mouth was full of bitterness. He didn't want to waste time talking to the old man, so he waved his hand, took out the silver and threw it over.

"Go outside and see if Master Yu has come back!" Yang Ling raised his head and ordered. Xu Fu couldn't accept the cold tea from Southern Xinjiang, and staying here would be a hindrance, so it would be better to send him away first.

"Yes, Master!" Upon hearing Yang Ling's order, Xu Fu immediately stood up and walked out.

Only Yang Ling and Ziying were left at the tea table, and Yang Ling responded, "Southern Xinjiang is the old land of the Chu State, and most of the people living here are Chu people. It's a good choice to change into Chu clothing. But you can't get used to wearing Chu people's Feiyun shoes..." It's true that Yang Ling knows Ziying, but he can't directly point out Ziying's identity. Since he said he came from the same place as him, he had to find evidence.

The clothing of Chu was quite popular, and the Feiyun shoes were thin and simple, and only people who had lived in Chu for a long time could get used to them. A nobleman like Ziying, living in a place with changing seasons, naturally found it difficult to adapt immediately, so he still wore Qin people's shoes on his feet.

When Yang Ling's words reached Ziying's ears, he instinctively retracted his feet into his dress, but then he felt that this action was a bit deliberate, and a hint of shyness appeared on his face.

"The herbal tea and silver have just been paid for, please enjoy your meal, young man!" After saying that, Yang Ling saw Duanmu Yu appear outside the tea stall, so he stood up, greeted him, and then left.

"Master, have you gone to taste the herbal tea from Southern Xinjiang?" Duanmu Yu saw Yang Ling walking out of the tea stall, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and asked, "Master, what do you think of the herbal tea?"

"Very good." Yang Ling nodded slightly in response.

Although the herbal tea from Southern Xinjiang is bitter, the herbs used in it are all genuine natural treasures and are very beneficial to the human body. If you say that the herbal tea from Southern Xinjiang is good tea, Yang Ling has no objection.

"It's true that different people have different tastes. I can't tolerate that herbal tea anymore!" Xu Fu sighed helplessly when he heard it.

"Lord Xu Fu, why don't you try it a few more times? Maybe you will fall in love with the taste!" Duanmu Yu looked at Xu Fu with a smile and said, "We people in southern Xinjiang were not used to this herbal tea at first!"

Xu Fu waved his hands quickly after hearing this, his face full of rejection. It was obvious that he was unwilling to try the southern Xinjiang herbal tea again. (End of this chapter)