The days of cultivating immortals with golden fingers

Chapter 2

It was noon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, but there was shade everywhere on the Dingtian Peak.Winding up the path leading to the top, the sights along the way are full of greenery.Tall trees supported huge green crowns, and under the shady trees were small patches of forbidden elixir fields, all kinds of low-level elixir densely clustered together, mixing together a refreshing medicinal fragrance.Occasionally, there are spirit beasts and spirit birds looming in the forest, adding a little vitality to the silent Dingtian Peak.

A young man in white was walking on the path with a faint smile. He was dressed in white, with a silver sword exuding a faint aura on his back, and his extremely handsome face showed consistent gentleness.

While walking, the young man secretly sighed.This Ding Tianfeng is good at everything, but there are too few disciples.The first member of Dingtian Peak of this generation is an alchemy madman, and his personality is very picky, and it is difficult for ordinary people to catch his eyes. Since he took over Dingtian Peak, there are only three or two cats in the entire peak, and only Dingtian in the entire Lingyunzong. Feng is specialized in alchemy, so there are only a few people, although they did not miss the supply of elixir from the sect, they always give people a feeling of fright.Finally, after his master, the real head teacher lost a few hairs, he came to him, the first junior, and threatened and lured him. After paying a lot of benefits, the old man reluctantly agreed to accept a hundred dollars. An outer disciple.

Yes, outer disciples.

In the eyes of this head real person, these disciples are of mediocre aptitude, and he looks down upon them very much, and it is even more impossible to send them to the inner sect "for fear of ruining Dingtian Peak's reputation".

In fact, in the eyes of young people, these words are really against their will.Among the outer disciples of Dingtian Peak, some of them have good qualifications.Not to mention being placed in other sects, even staying in other peaks of the sect is still a respected elixir master, but it is really speechless to be a disciple of an outer sect in Dingtian Peak.

However, Ding Tianfeng has always been in a detached position, and the first real person is one of the only three ninth-rank alchemists in Hanyuan Continent, no matter how weird he is, he can only be tolerated.

However, this real person with his nostrils up and his chin looking at people suddenly went crazy, begged for nothing, and kissed a little girl, crying and shouting to take her as a disciple, but when he failed, he resorted to rogue Dafa, He was stubborn and stubborn, completely disregarding the decency that a Daoist in the Nascent Soul Stage should have. He acted violently, almost causing the two peaks in the sect to fight each other.

That's right, this real person who has always been defiant fell in love with Mo Yinhuang, the six-year-old daughter of the head of Zhaoyun Peak who was also the head of the same peak.The offspring whom the first seat of Zhaoyun Peak had been looking forward to for hundreds of years originally wanted to personally teach and inherit his mantle, but unfortunately, he was taken by a guy who used to be a bastard and a rascal in his bones. He is so proud of his daughter's excellent aptitude that even the Nascent Soul cultivator wants to snatch her, but he refuses to let her go without saying anything.In other words, couldn't he find a good alchemy for his daughter?

This lawsuit lasted for three full years, and it finally came before Zhenren Zhangjiao, who was the first person in Yifeng Peak. Zhenren Zhangjiao was in a dilemma, but he still slightly favored Duanmu Jin, the first person in Dingtian Peak.God is pitiful to see, this junior with eyes above the top finally wants to accept apprentices, the head teacher is really a bitter tear, and hearing Duanmu Jin assert that this Mo Yinhuang must be a ninth-rank alchemist, the balance in his heart It's going faster and faster.Two ninth-rank alchemists in one school almost woke up laughing from a dream!
In the final result, Yi Mo Yinhuang worshiped Dingtian Peak, and Zhao Yunfeng was the first to leave.However, the initial uneasiness caused by Zhangjiao Zhenren's selfishness disappeared after that.

But half a year!

In half a year, this little girl who was less than ten years old was promoted to a third-rank alchemist. If it wasn't for her low cultivation base and limited spiritual power, she might have been promoted even higher, but this little girl is now also at the eighth level of Qi training up.

How did she cultivate?As we all know, in today's comprehension world, as long as he has cultivated to the eighth level of Qi training before the age of 20, he is considered to be extremely talented, but he has a place in the inner sect, even if he himself is now 25 years old in the early stage of foundation establishment, he is even the disciple in charge. !And still in the case of concentrating on cultivation.And alchemy is the most energy-intensive thing, most of the alchemists' cultivation level is not too high, even the first Duanmu Brocade of Dingtian Peak, the time to advance to Yuanying is 200 years later than other brothers of the same school.

Exhaling lightly, the young man shook his head and chuckled.With such qualifications, even he felt jealous.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, a towering and simple hall slowly came into view.There were not many people at the peak of popularity just now.I saw that most of these people were dressed in gray clothes, unkempt, with dull eyes and muttering words, and what's more, there was a big cattail fan stuck behind their necks.What made people's lips twitch even more was that he was a handsome young man after all, yet he had no sense of existence in the eyes of these people.Thinking that he joined Daoist Zhangjiao's sect since he was a child, and has always attracted the attention of all people, but only in Dingtian Peak will he not be underestimated.The young man touched his face, once again clearly feeling a wonderful sense of frustration.

Sighing secretly, he carefully avoided those Ding Tianfeng disciples who were walking rampantly, and his face became serious. The young man slowly pushed open the door of the main hall, not daring to enter, and hurriedly took a shelter outside the door. "Pingyang Peak disciple Han Baiyi has met a real person."

The hall was silent, and Han Bai didn't dare to raise his head, but his attitude was a little more respectful.After a long time, I heard a cold hum. "come in."

With a secret breath, Han Baiyi stepped into the hall with a face full of respect, and saw behind the red and gold scrolled table in the center of the hall, an old monk with white beard and hair was leaning on the soft couch behind him without any image, holding a Writing a volume of books seems to be extremely calm and breezy.

No one would dislike a handsome person, not to mention that Han Baiyi had always been respectful to him.After letting the kid hang out for a while, Duanmu Jin still kindly raised his eyelids.

"Today is not the day of releasing alchemy, why are you coming to my Dingtian Peak?"

Han Baiyi smiled, his eyes were clear and handsome under the sun, and he was extremely handsome. "Really, the master sent his disciples to report that Shen Qian, the head of Guantian Peak, will return to the sect today, and," he paused, "Master Shen has broken through the stage of transforming gods..."

The next words were interrupted by a loud noise, Han Baiyi raised his head in astonishment, and saw Duanmu Jin slapped the table hard with his palm, his face was uncertain.

Sure enough, the rumors in the door are somewhat credible.It is said that there is a bit of discord between Duanmu Zhenren and Shen Zhenren.Han Baiyi lowered his head and thought to himself.

"What! He broke through!" The old monk's eyes dimmed, and he saw Han Baiyi standing respectfully in the hall, with a sneer on his face. "I just said, you can go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do. If it weren't for this, the master master would never have thought of our remote village. Tell me, what brother thinks, I'll just listen."

Who doesn't know that you are the richest in Dingtian Peak, and the threshold for alchemy is too high for ordinary monks to do it.But once you become an alchemist, even if it's only a low level, you can get a lot of spiritual stones.

After a few words in his heart, Han Baiyi smiled warmly, "Master always said that a real person is the most generous, and Shen Zhenren breaks through to transform into a god, and our Lingyun sect is more powerful, so I asked the disciple to ask the real person for three magic pills, three thousand-year-old Purple Zhucao is a reward."

"What?" A high-pitched scream echoed in the hall, and Duanmu jumped up vigorously, his face flushed from suffocation, and he did not have the demeanor of a Nascent Soul Stage real person. "Bastard! Three magic pills?! He Qingping thought that the eighth grade magic pills were Chinese cabbage in the field, huh?! Three! Bah! Not a single one!"

Die, die, die!The big enemy of the mother advanced into a god, and I still held a generous gift to apologize for laughing. Duanmujin covered his heart, saying that this kind of plot is really cruel!
After bouncing a few times, the old monk threw himself back on the soft couch, looking like he was dying.He ignored Han Baiyi for a while.

really!Thinking of Master's earnest advice before leaving, Han Baiyi turned a blind eye to Duan Mujin's expression of "Get out of here, I won't serve you anymore", and said softly, "Because it's a major matter for the sect, Master asks the real person to put the overall situation first. It also makes Shen Zhenren's God Transformation Ceremony look more decent in a few days."

It’s true that if you didn’t cultivate in the previous life, you have today’s retribution!
Duanmu Jin looked as if he was about to die. He gazed at the ceiling of the hall affectionately for a long time with lifeless eyes, before he feebly took out a crystal bottle from his bosom and threw it at Han Baiyi. "There is only one Zhuan Ling Pill, is there any more? There are still a few thousand-year-old purple vermilion plants, you can go and get three and take them away."

Han Baiyi hurriedly caught the pill bottle, flipped it into the storage ring before exhaling.It's no wonder that he was so nervous, any eighth-grade elixir would cause a bloodbath in the cultivation world.That is to say, the sect of Lingyun Sect is powerful and there are countless high-ranking monks, so they can protect it.And before leaving, Master is just satisfied with getting one.

Putting away the elixir, Han Baiyi looked at Duanmu Jin eagerly again. The old monk who had blood on his heart was stunned by the sight. He pointed at the young man and roared, "Aren't you going to get out?"

Thinking of the reason why this kid is here, he started shouting outside the hall, "Ah Huang! Ah Huang!"

There was no answer from outside the door for a long time, Duanmujin hammered the bed angrily. "Sinister! Sinister!"

Lao Tzu is in pain, don't you want to live, don't you say come and comfort Master's wounded heart, where did he die? !

After another half hour, a monk in gray rolled in, trembling all over. "Really, real person, senior sister has been in seclusion for several days, and I have informed you." Please, be quiet, because of your roar, I don't know how many people will blow up the furnace.

"Why are you shutting down!" Duanmu Jin was furious, "You! Go! Find her! Just say her master and I will die!"

Depend on!Why don't you go yourself!The grey-clothed monk had tears in his eyes.Since the first guy who dared to come to the door when that ancestor was in retreat half a year ago was seriously injured by the water cloud sword energy outside the door, until now, people and beasts within a radius of seven miles outside that cave mansion have avoided, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Seeing the stupid look of the gray-clothed monk who only knew how to shake on the ground, Duanmu Jin was stunned and rolled his eyes.

Seeing that he was about to explode, his anger was suddenly dissipated by a chuckle.

Han Baiyi's heart skipped a beat, he turned around, and what greeted his eyes was a flamboyant streak of fiery golden red.

(End of this chapter)