"Master, these are the herbs you handed over last time." Hong Yi handed the storage bag containing the herbs to someone next to him who was concentrating on guarding the medicine stove.
It’s rare, it will probably take two days to be delivered.”
"Yes." Fan Chen responded, but his eyes still did not leave the medicine stove in front of him. He just fanned it gently and motioned for the other person to put it on the table in front of him.
Hong Yi put it down as he was told and looked at the person in front of him who was seriously brewing the medicine. He couldn't help but asked curiously, "Master, why do you ask your disciples to do such a small thing as brewing the medicine, or use spells directly? Wouldn't it be more...
Faster, why bother..." Do it yourself every day and stay here for half an hour.
The other party finally turned to look at him, his eyebrows twisted in disapproval, and after a while he said in a deep voice, "Making medicine is similar to refining elixirs. Only by controlling the fire at all times can the properties of the medicine be fully stimulated. How can you forget such a simple truth?
?”
He had an expression on his face that said, "Where have you gone in your cultivation?"
Hong Yi choked, "No, Master, you didn't care so much when you were refining alchemy! Hey! The corner of his mouth twitched, but he still didn't say this complaint. It seemed that the master had just come out of seclusion and wanted to find something to do.
That's all.
So he touched his nose and no longer dwelled on this matter. Instead, he mentioned another matter, "By the way, Master, the day before yesterday I received a message from Senior Brother Qi Kuo, saying that he had finished what he was doing and might do it again.
I’ll be back in two days.”
Fan Chen's fanning hand paused for a moment, as if he thought of something, a complicated look flashed in his eyes. After a while, he continued fanning the stove and responded softly, "Well, that matter has been investigated?"
"There are still no clues." When talking about business, Hong Yi's expression returned to his previous seriousness, and he said in a deep voice, "Senior Brother Qi said that he tracked him all the way to the Northern Territory, and the aura suddenly disappeared, and it has not been found yet.
That’s why I decided to come back and see if there was anything I missed.”
"North?" Fan Chen's eyes darkened, "Where has he been?"
"We have gone to almost all the places we can go. Over the years, Senior Brother Qi has secretly searched the entire Northern Territory. But the strange thing is that every time he looks for some clues, they are immediately broken again, as if..."
"It seems like someone deliberately erased the traces!" he said.
Hong Yi frowned, obviously he thought so too.
"That's all!" Fan Chen sneered, his gentle and soft eyes turned into a look of condensation, and said softly, "Those immortals in the north are always difficult to deal with, let them go! When Qi Kuo comes back, let him
There is no need to check again." Now he just wants to cure Ah Ran's old illness quickly, and he doesn't want to worry about anything else.
However, Hong Yi couldn't understand. Didn't Master intend to stand on the side of the Emperor of Heaven? Logically speaking, this matter is related to the Northern Temple, and it should be investigated thoroughly. Why did it suddenly stop investigating?
Just as he was wondering, the medicine was ready. Fan Chen had finished pouring the concoction and had already stood up and left him behind.
Hong Yi then remembered something and quickly reminded loudly, "Wait a minute, Master! That His Highness doesn't seem to be in the West Courtyard now."
The other party paused and looked over in confusion. Where could he be if he wasn't in the West Courtyard?
"At this time... it should be at the side hall of the main peak." Hong Yi turned around and pointed in the direction of the side hall and explained, "I just heard from my disciples that the Emperor of Heaven sent a handsome immortal king over to His Highness.
Send some items for practice and the like."
"Immortal Lord?" Still 'handsome', Fan Chen's face instantly turned cold, "The Emperor of Heaven often sends people here?"
"That's right!" Hong Yi didn't notice anything was wrong with his master, and nodded honestly and replied, "About five or six times a month, they all send some daily necessities or some spiritual plants for practice.
, magic swords and other things, the Immortal Lord who comes to send them is different every time!"
His face turned even darker, and he managed to squeeze out a sentence after a while, "Why?" Their Zhentian Pavilion wasn't so poor that they even had to prepare their own magical swords for the outer disciples to practice, right?
"Of course it is to create opportunities for those Immortal Lords!" Hong Yi said with a bit of ridicule, thinking that the other party might not pay much attention to the gossip of the Immortal World, and immediately explained, "Didn't the Holy Oracle of Heaven say that His Highness's
Can bloodline solve the dangers of the Six Realms in the future? But Her Royal Highness the Princess has no Taoist companions now, so naturally everyone has a chance. Only then will the Emperor of Heaven... Huh? Master! Where are you going... Master!"
Before he could finish his words, the person who was in front of him turned around with a swish of wind, and even used the technique of shrinking to an inch, and instantly left the bamboo forest and headed towards the side hall.
In an instant, he appeared outside the side hall. Just as he was about to go in, a dissatisfied male voice came from inside.
"Please also ask Your Highness to inform the Emperor of Heaven not to send any immortal kings to Zhentian Pavilion in the future."
Fan Chen paused, "..." Is there such a good thing?!
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As soon as Yu Hai finished speaking, the two people in the room were stunned. As soon as Jiang Ran and Qing Jue arrived, the Immortal Lord had a serious look on his face, saying that he had something important to tell him, but he didn't expect that what he said was actually
These words made the two of them unable to react for a moment.
When the other party frowned, he looked upright and continued righteously, "I'm sorry to say it bluntly, but His Highness came to Zhentian Pavilion to practice. He should concentrate on cultivating to become a fairy as soon as possible, instead of being distracted by external things.
You will forget your origins if you are distracted."
As he spoke, there was an accusation in his eyes, as if she was some naughty playboy who treated cultivation as a child's play because of her status.
Qing Jue, who was watching on the sidelines, couldn't help but get angry and blurted out, "What does Xianjun mean?"
"Yu Hai is just telling the truth." He straightened his waist more and more, with a righteous look that was upright and determined not to be oppressed by power, and said plausibly, "The immortal kings in the immortal world have gone through all kinds of hardships to achieve immortality.
We all have the heavy responsibility of protecting the common people on our shoulders, and we cannot let it go easily. Although His Highness’ status is noble, no one can predict the future, and besides, there are far more important things than the future.”
"What did you say?!" Qing Jue was furious and was about to step forward to argue, but Jiang Ran stopped her.
She took a step forward and for the first time began to look at the Immortal Lord in front of her who was sent by the Emperor of Heaven in the name of delivering things, but actually for a blind date in disguise. I have to say that the appearance of the other party is indeed good, although it is not as good as that of Little Lotus.
It was against the sky, but it was better than the previous immortal kings. And from the beginning to the end, he put on an air of risking his life to remonstrate, as if he was born upright and would never give in to evil.
But it just seems like...
"What the Immortal Lord means is that your coming here to deliver things to me will delay your efforts to save the common people?" Jiang Ran frowned, feeling a little angry after a long absence.