The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

At this time, Yaoyue flew to Qin Shou's side. She stretched out her delicate hand and gently touched Qin Shou's forehead. Her eyes were full of concern and she asked softly, "Shou'er, are you okay?" Qin Shou felt the care of his master and felt a warm feeling in his heart. He smiled and responded, "I'm fine. Fortunately, Senior Sister Lin protected me just now." Yaoyue heard this and looked at the beautiful figure that had disappeared in the sky. She knew that it was Mo Chen's apprentice. She had had contact with Lin Xiaoyu for a period of time and knew that she was a kind and obedient child. It's just that this girl is a sword fanatic on weekdays. She loves swords more than anything else, so her emotional intelligence is very low. But what surprised Yaoyue was that Qin Shou could have such a good relationship with the sword-crazy Lin Xiaoyu, which was really incredible.

At this time, Song Zhixue floated to Qin Shou like a snowflake.

She asked softly: "Are you sure it's that person?"

"Yes!" Qin Shou replied confidently.

Hearing Qin Shou's affirmative answer, Song Zhixue's eyes flashed with a trace of determination, and she was ready to take action.

Yaoyue, who was standing aside, was a little confused and asked with a puzzled face: "Shou'er, what are you talking about with the acting headmaster?"

Qin Shou smiled slyly and said to Yaoyue: "Master, I will show you a good show later."

"Good show? What good show?" Yaoyue tilted her head and looked at Qin Shou in confusion.

In the sky, Lei Potian and Ning Chen were whispering.

After a while, Ning Chen bowed respectfully, as if he was ready to fly away on his sword.

The other elders were also like this. They realized that the opening of the mountain protection formation was a complete misunderstanding and there was no point in staying here, so they prepared to go back home and concentrate on practicing.

At this moment, Song Zhixue's crisp voice sounded, echoing in everyone's ears like a silver bell: "Elders, please wait a moment, I have something to say!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked and stunned.

Lei Potian's eyes flashed with a trace of vigilance, staring at Song Zhixue closely, thinking in his heart: What exactly does Song Zhixue want to do?

Could it be that she noticed something wrong?

It was because Ning Chen had just told him that Song Zhixue had something to do with him, and he didn't want to go, which led to a conflict between him and Qin Shou.

Song Zhixue raised her eyes slightly, stared straight at Ning Chen, and asked sternly: "Do you know some pharmacology knowledge?"

This sudden question made Ning Chen shudder. He secretly glanced at Lei Potian beside him, and was terrified. He didn't dare to answer easily.

Lei Potian's expression also became uncertain, and there was still a trace of luck in his heart. He shouted sternly: "The acting headmaster is asking you a question, why don't you answer truthfully!"

Ning Chen was even more flustered after hearing what Lei Potian said, and hurriedly reported to Song Zhixue: "Replying to the acting headmaster, the disciple does not understand pharmacology."

"Huh? You dare to deceive me?" Song Zhixue frowned slightly, and there was a hint of majesty in her voice.

She is not so easy to fool. Although she doesn't go out often on weekdays, she secretly knows many people in the sect.

Especially the direct disciples of each elder.

This Ning Chen is Lin Yu's direct disciple. He has reached the Jindan stage and is a good at growing spiritual medicine.

If he doesn't know pharmacology, how can he take care of the growth of spiritual medicine?

A chill rushed straight to Ning Chen's body like a tide. He felt that the chill was like a poisonous snake entwining himself. The spiritual power in his body was strangely stagnant, as if covered by a layer of ice, unable to move at all.

"I..." Ning Chen felt the changes in his body in horror, stuttering and even speaking incoherently.

He sighed in his heart that the beautiful acting head Song Zhixue was not a vase at all, and her strength was so strong! This was beyond his expectation.

Finally, he struggled to utter two words: "I understand!"

At this moment, Song Zhixue waved her sleeves, a flash of spiritual light flashed, and an exquisite porcelain bowl slowly floated out.

As soon as this soup came out, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

The elders who were unaware of the situation looked at each other and asked in confusion:

"Acting Master, what is this?"

"A bowl of porridge?" an elder guessed.

"No, porridge is made from rice, and this is obviously made of meat, so it should be a bowl of soup!"

Yao Yue also cast her eyes on her disciple and asked softly

: "Shou'er, what do you mean?"

Qin Shou made a gesture to keep quiet, and said with a smile: "Shh - Master, you will know in a while!"

Yao Yue's curiosity was aroused at once. She walked forward angrily, pinched Qin Shou's arm lightly, and said coquettishly: "Shou'er, tell me quickly! Master really wants to know!"

Qin Shou shook his head after being pinched, and refused to say it.

At this time, Lei Potian's face was terribly gloomy, like a dark cloud, but he suppressed the anger in his heart and didn't say a word. Only his clenched fist showed his inner restlessness.

On the other hand, Ning Chen's face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. The whole person seemed to have been drained of all his strength.

Because this thing was brewed by him, he knew very well what the ingredients were.

He knew very well that if the fairy investigated, he would definitely die!

"Do you know what this is?" Song Zhixue looked at Ning Chen and asked knowingly.

Ning Chen gritted his teeth and uttered a few words with difficulty: "This is a bowl of soup!" The voice was full of helplessness and fear.

"Did you make this spiritual soup?"

Song Zhixue's voice was colder than before, like ice piercing the bones, and it also carried a strong questioning meaning.

Ning Chen lowered his head, and was extremely hesitant in his heart.

If he told the truth, he would offend Lei Potian; but if he lied, how could he deceive Song Zhixue?

He was also a Yuanying cultivator after all. It was too easy to force the truth out of him, a Jindan cultivator!

At this moment, he was in a dilemma, as if he was on the edge of a cliff. No matter which way he went, it was a dead end!