Immortal, my aptitude is mediocre

Chapter 338 Huanyi Lane, quiet
  The courtyard door rang softly again. Butler Zhao had returned from buying wine. He got into the kitchen and saw smoke rising from the kitchen. After a while, a banquet table was laid out.

Everyone sat down and smiled happily.

"Thank you for your hard work this time, fellow Taoist Hu Yun."

Chen Sheng toasted Hu Yun. In this dangerous situation, with swords and swords flashing, this man just accompanied him on the trip, which was indeed righteous.

"happy."

Hu Yun picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. The strong alcohol burned his stomach, and the heat rushed up his trachea. He couldn't help but let out a low drink, which was extremely free and easy.

"Are you worried again?"

Chen Sheng's eyes turned and fell on Jiang Ming. He saw a hint of sadness in his eyebrows and said, "Boss and second are fighting again?!"

This is a disaster that Jiang Ming cannot avoid. It is too cold for a prominent family and a leader to issue orders to attract brothers to fight against each other.

"They didn't deal with me, but they made me cautious."

Jiang Ming said depressedly.

There is no such thing as a harmonious family, he admitted, but the fight between the two eldest brothers always affected him, which was uncomfortable.

"It will pass."

Mo Huan comforted.

For those who are never young, when the time comes, the two competitors of the Runan Marquis Mansion will inevitably differentiate themselves.

"These three young people are really harmonious."

During the banquet, Hu Yun looked at the three young figures with some envy. At such a prosperous age, a small world without calculations had all the opportunities to take off.

……

One night passed, Chen Sheng and Hu Yun returned to the guard room.

There are thousands of hectares of books here, it is peaceful and splendid. After staying for a long time, I have been tainted with a bit of Taoism, and my body and mind feel clean.

"Calm down, someone came along Yunze's route to inquire about your deeds, but I have sent him away."

Shouzang Shi met with Chen Sheng and told him that trouble had come to his door. It was not difficult to guess that it was probably due to these two outings.

This was the person who was guarding his ancestral home, and he sent him back because he didn't care about others coming to make trouble.

"Where are they from?"

Chen Sheng asked.

He was a little surprised that he didn't find anything in Yunze, but someone else came to him first.

"I don't know. It's not something you can provoke now. That person is at the Nascent Soul Realm and is just an errand boy."

Shouzang Shi shook his head. He didn't know what Chen Sheng was investigating, but it must be deeply involved. He warned him seriously and must keep a low profile.

"I see."

Chen Sheng secretly thought that it was a good chance that Yushou Zangshi had pushed back the tentacles in the dark, saving him a big trouble.

At the same time, he also confirmed that something was indeed revealed this time and the direction was correct, otherwise some people would not have come looking for him.

"What did you two do? To make even Shouzou Shi speak out?"

After thanking Shouzang Shi, Chen Sheng and Hu Yun returned to Shouzang's room. When Xiaofeng saw the two of them, he walked forward happily.

The guard room was very large, but there were very few people taking care of it. He was alone these past few days and felt extremely lonely.

"Killed several people."

Chen Sheng said simply.

"Which force..., I won't ask, I can't help you."

Xiao Feng was very concerned, but before Chen Sheng went out, he thought about the "Nascent Soul's combat power" and wilted again, saying: "Practice the flute!"

Something had changed in his state of mind, which could be heard in the roar.

A prodigy who was not deeply involved in the world hid in the sorcerer's room. Later, he gained enlightenment from the sound of the suona, and slowly untied the knot in his heart. His state of mind improved, and he gradually moved towards the light.

"It's getting better and better."

Chen Sheng nodded, and Hu Yun didn't dislike it much anymore. It really had that flavor, and it had an extra Taoist rhythm, a rhythm that could really touch people's hearts.    …

The days spent guarding the Zang room were leisurely. Chen Sheng, as in the past, was searching for the words "Netherworld Blood" among the Taoist monks.

Yunze and his party discovered that this thing contained strange power and should not be lost to the public.

"Except for Fang City, no search related to Nether Blood has been found yet."

Unfortunately, he didn't find any other useful clues. Thinking of Shouzo Shi's warning, he simply stayed quiet and acted in a low-key manner.

"Crash..."

Chen Sheng was sitting cross-legged on the futon, with the True Spirit Book on his lap. He slowly flipped through page after page.

He has already stood in the Great Perfection of the Golden Core Realm. He can already touch the barrier of Nascent Soul when he reaches up on his tiptoes. Only by becoming stronger can he face the terrifying opponent.

"call"

After flipping through the True Spirit Book for a long time, Chen Sheng closed his eyes and rested his mind. The health-preserving meridians in his body started to circulate. There was a slight wind blowing in the guard room, which was the trajectory of the flow of spiritual energy.

Wave after wave of spiritual energy poured into his body, rushing through the meridians, walking in circles, turning into condensed mana, and fell into the dantian.

As soon as the golden elixir was turned, all the magic power disappeared. It seemed to be a little bigger, and it felt like a ripe melon.

"This Qi refining method is too suitable."

Here, Xiao Feng looked at the path of the spiritual energy flowing. Chen Sheng's figure on the futon was shining brightly, so mysterious. He knew that the technique he practiced was extremely extraordinary and had the ability to absorb the heaven and earth in all directions.

"What is the origin of this person?"

Shouzang Shi didn't believe that Chen Sheng came from the frontier. This man was broad-minded and strong-willed, and he was considered a genius even in the capital of the gods.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head. This had nothing to do with him. As long as the guard room was peaceful, everything would be fine.

January passed.

Huanyi Lane.

Chen Sheng knew that people were following him because of his experience as a guardian. In order to avoid the turmoil, he did not go to Fangcheng, so he took his third vacation and finally stayed in his own courtyard.

"Master, I have brought the spiritual grass needed to refine the Huang Ya Fu Qi Pill."

The courtyard door shook, and Mo Huan trotted in, holding a storage bag in his hand, containing precious third-level spiritual grass, but it was a commission he had told Chen Sheng last time, to refine Huangya Qi Pill.

"it is good."

Chen Sheng put the storage bag away with a calm expression. He had been immersed in the third-level alchemy path for hundreds of years, so he didn't have much pressure anymore.

"Are you going to make elixirs today?"

Manager Zhao's eyes shone brightly. He knew that Chen Sheng was good at alchemy, but he hadn't really seen it yet. This time it was an eye-opener.

"Yes."

Chen Sheng nodded.

"Om..."

As soon as he thought, the Wuxuan furnace flew out and landed in the courtyard. It rose to two or three feet tall and was majestic and majestic, like a Wushan mountain.

Then, the black alchemy furnace glowed with red light, but the alchemy fire fell into the sky and the earth inside the furnace, making the inside and outside glow red, very fiercely.

"Crash..."

Seeing this scene, Chen Sheng waved his hand, and the third-level spiritual grass in the storage bag, like broken beads, was dropped into the alchemy furnace and allowed to be refined by the alchemy fire.

He did it with ease, refining the essence of the spiritual grass, but it was just ordinary. The most difficult part of refining alchemy was the integration of medicine and medicine.

"Is this the style of an alchemy master?"

But just this hand made Mo Huan fascinated by it. A person of low level could not see the subtlety of it, so he could only say it was good. As his alchemy skills improved, he realized that Chen Sheng's skills were so good. To what extent, it is the kind of majesty that cannot be seen when looking up.

"Okay, really nice."

This was Butler Zhao's idea. He couldn't see the subtlety of Chen Sheng's alchemy, but the skill of controlling fire with his hands was so wonderful that if he used offensive methods, he could move a thousand pounds.

(End of this chapter)