Children are not good at concealing their changing expressions. An Qingli saw some clues and flatly refused: "My saliva is all over the beads, it's inappropriate."
"Uncle An, I don't care, just wipe it and it will be clean. I want to become a roc." Ji Xiaopeng was still pulling An Qingli's sleeves to pray, and the tiger and leopard cat also jumped on An Qingli's legs.
An Qingli shook his head slightly. Did he really not understand the look of this familiar little talker, or did he understand and pretend not to understand? This kid's annoying and difficult spirit really impressed Ji Lianhao.
Somewhat authentic.
Ji Yanjin held his left hand behind his back, and with just a slight movement of his long white fingers, he moved Ji Xiaopeng in front of him, lowered his head and said to his little nephew who was hiding his thoughts: "It is taboo to look into other people's magic weapons. Don't be rude next time."
Ji Xiaopeng responded aggrievedly, and wanted to open his mouth to say something more, but Ji Yanjin directly pointed his finger at the dumb point. The reason was that if he talked too much, it would disturb An Qingli, who had just finished the fight, while he was meditating and recovering his spiritual power.
here we go again!
Don't let him speak!
Ji Xiaopeng pouted angrily, hugged the cat and went to An Qingli. Together with An Qingli, he honestly began to meditate and practice.
The corners of An Qingli's lips raised slightly, and his ears finally felt clear for a moment.
The inkstone-shaped flying magic weapon quickly shuttled through the clouds and mist.
The brown-yellow leopard cat let out a "meow" out of boredom, jumped up nimbly, and went to Ji Yanjin's shoulder. He lowered his head and looked at the scenery on the ground.
Under the clouds and mist, it seemed like there was flat land everywhere, with only one or two small mounds occasionally visible.
People are smaller than sesame seeds and can hardly be seen clearly, but from time to time there will be some black smoke or bright light, which should be monks fighting.
"Meow."
The leopard cat meowed again, probably to notify its owner that there was something going on down there to watch.
Ji Xiaopeng immediately opened his eyes and leaned down to the edge of the magic weapon to look down, but he couldn't see clearly. He could only send a message to Ji Yanjin, hoping that he would stop the flying magic weapon temporarily and watch the excitement for a while, maybe he could see it again.
Pick up a master uncle or master, and get a flying magic weapon to keep you company.
"That fight was too fierce." Ji Yanjin said with a smile, "It was the fighting style of Yuanying monks, so it was inconvenient to watch it."
Ji Xiaopeng had been imprisoned in the Spiritual Medicine Peak for several years, and after finally traveling far away, he naturally wanted to see more, so he sent a message: "Then let's wait until they finish fighting to determine the winner, and then go and see?"
"Why don't you stop after sealing the mute point?" Ji Yanjin said with a good-tempered smile, "Why don't we knock you out now and let you wake up after we enter the inn?"
Ji Xiaopeng was afraid of his second uncle's good-tempered smile, so he quickly shook his head and went to An Qingli's side obediently.
An Qingli was still meditating with her eyes closed, the rejuvenation formula in her body was running very fast, and her spiritual power was also recovering quickly.
Ji Xiaopeng took out many herbs from the storage ring and lined them up one by one in front of An Qingli.
The master taught him to recognize the medicinal properties of herbs, so he ranked them in order from least to most according to what he believed to be their medicinal properties.
An Qingli recovered his spiritual power, opened his eyes, and helped him move a few herbs.
"Isn't it right?" Ji Xiaopeng asked An Qingli through a message.
An Qingli sent a voice message to explain: "Although the fifth plant is older and stronger, it is lighter in color, so its medicinal properties are much weaker."
"Hey." Ji Xiaopeng, who was in his teens, sighed with emotion, "It's so difficult to make elixirs. It's hard to identify the properties of the medicine, and it's hard to control the spiritual power of the finger tips. When will I be able to refine a top-grade elixir?"
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"You are extremely talented at being able to refine middle-grade elixirs at such a young age." An Qingli made a pertinent comment. Many people who want to settle down in the secular world only reach this level in their forties or fifties.
Ji Xiaopeng was a little frustrated: "But compared with you, Master An, I'm still far behind."
"Why are you comparing yourself to me?" An Qingli said with a smile, "Uncle An and I are just like the skin of Lord Shanzhen, and there are many people who can't catch up. There is no need to compare with me.
My way is not your way. I follow the way of dual cultivation of alchemy and magic, which is full of dangers. But you can follow your way wholeheartedly, as long as you persevere in your way."
Ji Xiaopeng seemed to understand a little bit, but he didn't understand everything. He blinked and asked curiously: "Uncle An, are you really following the path of dual cultivation of alchemy and magic? Why don't you do anything on weekdays?
When it comes to alchemy, I just want to follow your path of cultivation, but why are you so good at alchemy!"
An Qingli pointed to his head: "I am refining the elixir in my head. When I have time, I use my fingers to practice the elixir refining techniques. Master An is much more diligent than you think."
"Oh!" Ji Xiaopeng nodded repeatedly to accept the instruction. In the future, he would also have to learn Master An's trick, quietly moving his fingers to practice the technique while chatting with others.
An Qingli lowered his head and looked at the fingers that the little chatterbox was moving wildly, raised his lips and smiled. This little guy was quite motivated, and he learned it so quickly.
While Ji Xiaopeng was practicing his finger skills clumsily, his eyes were shining, and he sent a message to An Qingli: "Uncle An, my nephew has a question that has been in his heart for a long time. He has always wanted to ask it, but he is afraid that the question may be inappropriate.
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An Qingli raised his eyebrows: "You know it's inappropriate and you still ask?"
Ji Xiaopeng showed a flattering smile: "I just really want to ask."
"Then you ask," An Qingli said, "but I reserve the right to refuse to answer."
"Then let me ask." Ji Xiaopeng said mysteriously, "Who is more talented, you or Grandmaster Mu Sheng?"
An Qingli was stunned, not expecting such a question, and asked, "What did your master say?"
Ji Xiaopeng truthfully transmitted the message: "My master said that when you were young, Master An, you were above Grandmaster Mu Sheng, but in the long run, you may not be able to surpass Grandmaster Mu Sheng. But I think, Master An, you were better than Grandmaster Mu Sheng when you were young."
Now, when you grow up, you will most likely be able to compete with the Grandmaster."
An Qingli pondered for a moment before saying: "My master's alchemy talent is undoubtedly the best in 20,000 years, and he was promoted to a ninth-level alchemist. Without the guidance of a master, he purely relied on his own reading and understanding.
The experience of our predecessors and this self-taught understanding are beyond the reach of others. Just like the skin of Lord Shanzhen, he is also the kind of person who can stand out from the crowd."
"What about you, Uncle An?" Ji Xiaopeng asked hurriedly, pleading with eyes full of pleading, "My nephew wants to hear the truth, the truest and truest truth."
"Me." An Qingli said, "In terms of understanding, I am the same as Master. If I wholeheartedly understand the experience of my predecessors, I may be able to achieve the same achievements as Master. However, my heart in alchemy is not as single-minded as Master."
My persistence is probably worse than that of Master. Without Master to lead the way, my journey of cultivating the Dharma will also be delayed."
Ji Xiaopeng hugged the cat tightly with both hands and asked urgently: "Uncle An, will you surpass your master in your future achievements?"
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