Legendary Pharmacist

Zheng Qiu scratched his head and thought about it, but couldn't figure out what Qingyue's disk was in a circle, so he finally had to ask it to announce the answer.

Qing Yue giggled and said, "Boss is so stupid today, I am in the shape of a bottle.

Does Boss still remember the grass in the bottle? "

Of course Zheng Qiu had a reflection, that grass was discovered by him when he was a medicine boy in the Xunwu Sect, and he brought it to the Qianyun Sect.

Later, I didn’t bring it with me when I went to the lonely city of the wilderness, and I sneaked into Fangcao Peak to find it when Qianyun was counting the books.

Qingyue liked this grass very much at the time, saying that this grass was a treasure, and she insisted on using the "wood spirit" to save it and raise it herself.

Now it suddenly mentioned this grass, could it be that the grass has changed again?

"I remember that thing, what, is the grass going to bear fruit or is it going to bloom?"

Qingyue still shook her head: "Nothing is right, the grass is about to come back to life!

Boss, wait a few more days, and I will show you the results of my raising! "

After reporting the good news, Qing Yue quickly yawned again, opened Zheng Qiu's collar and rubbed it, and went back to sleep.

Zheng Qiu glanced at Han Fufu outside the carriage, the fat man was in a state of meditation and did not hear himself talking to Qingyue.

If according to what Qingyue said, the fancier sect's food refining technique is very poor and cannot be refined completely, then the suzerain and elders of the sect will probably be fatter.

After driving for about two hours, the carriage came to the outside of a valley.

Zheng Qiu opened the car window and looked around. This place is far away from the town, and the farmland and plains outside Fengshou Town can't be seen.

Looking forward, the valley is open and flat, with the peaks on both sides hundreds of feet apart, allowing plenty of light in the valley.

At the entrance of the valley, there is a spoon the size of a carriage reclined.

The spoon is chiseled from a single block of stone, and the surface has been carefully polished to a very smooth appearance.

Han Fufu jumped out of the carriage and opened the door respectfully: "Senior, the fanatic sect has arrived, and this is the gate of our sect."

Zheng Qiu stepped out of the carriage and said intentionally or unintentionally: "I didn't expect your sect to be built in a valley, I thought it was on a tall and handsome mountain."

Han Fufu scratched his head and smiled innocently, looking a little embarrassed: "I made senior laugh.

Everyone in our sect is fat. If the sect is built on a mountain peak, it will be inconvenient to run up and down. It is better to be in a valley. "

He stretched out his hand to lead the way: "Senior, please come in. I am one of the big disciples in the sect. I have a high seniority. No one will come to make trouble."

Following Han Fufu into the valley, Zheng Qiu looked around and observed the situation of Fanfanzong.

The architecture of Xifanzong is quite traditional, with wooden columns, brick walls and tile roofs, which is quite similar to Wenjianzong's architecture.

However, in front of each building, there is a tile-roofed shed.

There are long kitchen tables, large and small stoves, and a lot of cooking tools in the shed.

There are a lot of ingredients piled up on the side of the kitchen table, all tied up in mesh bags, and half of the stove is lit, cooking all kinds of things.

At a glance, smoke is rising in front of every building, and the aroma of food permeates the entire valley, making people dizzy.

This fanatic sect also has its own characteristics, it is not like a cultivator's sect at all, it is more like an oversized kitchen.

wrong,

It is a culinary school for learning cooking skills.

Many disciples of the fanatic sect shuttled between buildings and tile sheds, taking care of the stoves that were cooking.

Take a shovel and turn the food from time to time to prevent the food from being burnt.

Sure enough, everyone in Fanfanzong is fat, young children are less obese, and older people are more obese.

"Senior, please wait here for a moment, I will enter the hall to call the elder."

Fatty Han's words interrupted Zheng Qiu's watching and thinking.

Zheng Qiu nodded, and stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting.

A thin man stood in the gathering area of ​​fat people, so conspicuous, when the disciples of the Fanatic Sect passed by, they all cast curious eyes.

Guess where this cultivator came from, why he came here, and whether he will join the fanatic sect and become a member of the sect.

Although curious, none of the disciples came over to ask, and they all knew Senior Brother Han.

Since he was brought by Senior Brother Han, his strength must be similar to that of Senior Brother Han.

These low-level disciples, it seems impolite to ask and say hello.

After about a little more than a stick of incense, Han Fufu ran out of the hall, followed by a big round ball, which bounced down the stairs.

It wasn't until the big meat ball approached that Zheng Qiu could tell that it was a person.

Compared with the swollen body, the limbs looked so short at this moment, and most of them were buried in the flesh.

He couldn't help wondering, does such a fat practitioner have the ability to fight?

Can it fly with light?

Han Fufu ran to Zheng Qiu, nodded and bowed his head and introduced: "Senior, this is the Fourth Elder of our fanatic sect, Elder Si Kun."

This Elder Si Kun's face was covered with thick fat, and there was no expression at all.

He said in a dull voice: "Are you the strong man that Han Fufu mentioned?

Unexpectedly so young, I don't know how to call it.

I thank you here first for the kindness of saving my sect disciple.

Also, I'm curious, is your cultivation really higher than mine? "

The corners of Zheng Qiu's eyes twitched. What did Fatty Han say just now?

Why is this elder named Si Kun looking eager to try, as if he wants to compare himself with himself.

Zheng Qiu didn't want to talk nonsense with him either, and the white light mist lit up on his body during the interim exercise, which was a symbol of the power of the Qi Condensation Realm.

Elder Si Kun was obviously frightened. He could raise his strength to the Qi Condensation Realm in an instant, but he couldn't do it himself.

The cultivation level of the young man in front of him is really higher than his own, just as Han Fufu guessed.

He hurriedly bowed to Zheng Qiu, apologizing for his rudeness just now, but with his round body, it was hard to tell if he bowed or not.

Then, Elder Si Kun said respectfully: "My honored guest, your cultivation level is indeed above mine, let me call you senior.

I also hope that the seniors can tell me the name, and I am very grateful. "

"The medicine saint!"

Elder Si Kun murmured to himself when he heard these three words, feeling that this name was very arrogant.

But the young man's cultivation level is there, calling him a saint is not a shame.

So he moved his hands closer to his chest, as if he was going to clasp his fists, but there was too much fat on his body, and he couldn't hold them together even though they were a foot apart.

"Senior Medicine Sage, your cultivation level is so advanced, please stay with me for a few days at Fanzong.

I'm going to find the suzerain right now, I need the help of the sage for something important. "

Zheng Qiu felt very strange, could it be that the words "good old man" were written on his face? Why did the elders of the fanatic sect want to stay and help when they saw him?

No, you can't easily agree to help!

If you agree easily, you, the medicine sage, will be too cheap, and you won't get any benefits.

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