Ji Xiaopeng, a tall man, stood at the door, his eyes red for a moment, and no one present knew what he was thinking.
He was sincerely concerned for his master, but as a serving disciple, Elder Mo Chen immediately sent a message: "I have received such a great blessing for my master, what is there to cry about? No matter how many people ask for it, I can't get it. Put it away."
There is nothing to feel aggrieved about with a sad face. Moreover, the arrogance is in the heart, not on the surface."
When Ji Xiaopeng heard this, he thought for a moment that it was true, so he raised a smile and followed Qiu Xuanjing into the hall happily.
An Qingli was sitting there sipping tea. Xiao Huzi hummed and said, "There are no rules."
Mo Chen stood beside An Qingli, looked at Ji Xiaopeng who swaggered into the palace, and scolded: "You haven't paid homage to your master yet?"
Ji Xiaopeng looked sad again, but he could not disobey his master's order, so he had to lower his seniority again, knelt down and bowed his head and said: "Disciple Ji Xiaopeng, pay homage to Master Qingli."
An Qingli said calmly: "Get up, your master Mo Chen is not my official disciple, and you are not my disciple. Don't bother me with trivial matters in the future."
"Ah?" Ji Xiaopeng looked even more disappointed.
Qiu Xuanjing, who was sitting next to him, was even more happy. Finally, a good thing happened, and the sect was very lucky.
After a few words, An Qingli said that he would go into seclusion to refine elixirs, and Qiu Xuanjing stopped disturbing them. Elder Mo Chen personally escorted Qiu Xuanjing and Ji Xiaopeng out of the palace.
Ji Xiaopeng looked back frequently and hesitated to speak. Finally, at the moment when he left the palace, he shamelessly and sincerely shouted that he also wanted to be Grandmaster Qingli's disciple!
This voice is considered high, but not too high.
In short, it was listened to by people outside Grandmaster Peak.
The news spread quickly like wings.
Especially when it reached the ears of the elders at Spiritual Medicine Peak.
What?!
The entire elixir peak was shocked!
Grandmaster Qingli is so open-minded that he accepts his disciples to serve him!
Everyone knows what the master’s intention is when he accepts and serves his disciples!
Isn't it just to pass on the skills and train him to become a master of alchemy?
Who wouldn't want such a good opportunity?
I want to go bankrupt and dedicate all my wealth to Grandmaster Qingli!
Even if I can't reach the ninth level, I still want to go up a small level on the basis of the eighth level!
"Grandmaster!"
"Grandmaster Qingli!"
Several eighth-level elders from Spiritual Medicine Peak, including Chu Yaohe, dropped what they were doing and hurried to Grandmaster Peak.
Especially Chu Yaohe, he is a serious member of Mu Sheng's lineage, with both talent and hard work, but why did he let others get there first?
He could also serve the disciples by serving tea and water, or he could directly resign as the master of the elixir peak, or he could give up all his wealth, as long as he could always serve the new grandmaster.
"Close the palace door quickly!"
Ji Xiaopeng knew that he had caused trouble, so he quickly asked the An family in the Grandmaster Hall to close their doors and refuse guests.
The palace door was hurriedly closed.
Several people who came one after another couldn't get to An Qingli, so they surrounded Qiu Xuanjing and entangled him.
"Let's talk back to the sect's meeting hall." Qiu Xuanjing put his hands behind his back and stepped forward. He knew that this scene would come sooner or later.
"Okay, Sect Leader, you'd better explain it clearly."
Several eighth-level alchemy masters felt sad and unfair. They were no worse than Mo Chen. How did they lose?
Chu Yaohe grabbed Ji Xiaopeng and carried him away together.
In the sect's meeting hall, no one was in the mood to sit down and talk. An elder pinched Ji Xiaopeng's face and said angrily: "Is this kid just relying on his acquaintance with Grandmaster Qingli to build a bridge with him?"
"No, no." Ji Xiaopeng, whose cheek was pulled, denied it repeatedly, and then said, "My master earned it all by himself. He is already an eighth-level alchemy master, and his rate of making alchemy is the highest among you.
And even now, I still study tirelessly and often go to the library to understand the inner teachings. Regardless of other things, just talking about this passion for alchemy until death, you can compare with Elder Wu and Elder Qu."
"Tell... what the truth is!"
The sullen elder let go, Chu Yaohe said nothing, and Elder Wu and Elder Qu blushed even more.
They have all been praised as geniuses, and they have all been praised as possible future ninth-level alchemy masters.
However, the advancement of Alchemy is difficult and difficult for outsiders to understand.
Especially after reaching the seventh and eighth grades, every time you advance a small level, it can take anywhere from decades to hundreds of years.
The ambitions and pretentiousness of the past were all worn away over the course of hundreds of years.
Elder Wu and Elder Qu are one of them. They have long been satisfied with the current situation. They are satisfied with refining the eighth-grade elixir. They are rich and comfortable every day and are sought after by thousands of people. They have long lost their ambition to make progress.
"Then...then you continue, we are listening." Elder Wu and Elder Qu stepped aside in shame.
"What about me?" A more than 3,000-year-old god-incarnation elder spoke in dissatisfaction.
Qiu Xuanjing glanced at Ji Xiaopeng and asked him to continue to tell the truth, so that these alchemy elders who were usually aloof could wake up.
As expected, Ji Xiaopeng lived up to his trust, and with Qiu Xuanjing's support, he continued to speak: "Elder Qu, although your cultivation level is high, you are still my uncle, but your elixir success rate is not as good as that of my master. After all, you are worse than my master."
Some. Moreover, you are extravagant. Although your understanding is high, you are often informal. Among so many seventh- and eighth-level alchemy masters, you are the one who explodes the furnace most frequently."
Elders Wu and Qu were holding back their laughter. Fortunately, Ji Xiaopeng's surname was Ji. Otherwise, he would have been expelled from the school if he spoke to his uncle like this.
Elder Qu raised his hand angrily, slapped Ji Xiaopeng on the back hard, and cursed: "I'll slap you, your unfilial nephew!"
Ji Xiaopeng was originally afraid of pain, but this palm was merciless. Ji Xiaopeng, who was over a hundred years old, cried on the spot after being beaten. He really lived up to his reputation as the "Shame of the Spiritual Medicine Peak".
After crying for a while, Chu Yaohe said with red eyes: "What about me? Although I am not as good as Mo Chen in several aspects, I am a thousand years younger than him, so there is a good chance that I am."
Ji Xiaopeng cried and didn't bother to answer, so Elder Qu sent him out of the hall and told him to stay away and not to be an eyesore.
The door of the meeting hall was closed, and Qiu Xuanjing said: "You are the master of the first peak of the Spiritual Medicine Peak, how can you serve a disciple?"
"Why not! I can!" Chu Yaohe said quickly, "Peak Master doesn't have to do it, but he must learn the skills! This is such a good opportunity, Grandmaster Qingli has to refine so many elixirs, I must go!"
After hearing Chu Yaohe's words, the other eight-level alchemy masters' originally calm moods became excited again.
Not long ago, Qiu Xuanjing led his people to take away many high-level spiritual plants from Spiritual Medicine Peak. Besides sending them to Grandmaster Qingli, where else could they be sent!
"I have to go, I am the orthodox Grandmaster Mu Sheng's lineage, and it is easier to understand the teachings of Grandmaster Qingli." Chu Yaohe grabbed Qiu Xuanjing and said in a deep voice, "Don't favor one over the other. You can come with me to talk and talk.