But I also know that these elixirs are good for me.
Since it is something beneficial, it should naturally be accepted.
"thank you all."
Guo Xiaoyun said politely.
Gongsun Yue was relieved when he saw that Guo Xiaoyun had accepted the elixir.
It seems that this apprentice of Ye Qingyun is quite easy to talk to.
Even though he looks silly, he seems to be a mortal.
But after the embarrassing incident of underestimating Ye Qingyun before, Gongsun Yue did not dare to really think that Guo Xiaoyun was a mortal.
Perhaps this apprentice, like his master, is hiding his secrets.
"Come in and sit down."
"Okay, okay."
Gongsun Yue and Bai Suyi entered the courtyard.
Guo Xiaoyun politely made a pot of tea for them and poured them all a cup.
Gongsun Yue picked up the tea cup and was about to drink it.
But I saw the tea was emerald green, and streams of extremely pure spiritual energy filled the air.
Gongsun Yue's expression changed.
"Earthly liquid?"
He looked up at Bai Suyi.
The latter also held a teacup and looked at Gongsun Yue blankly.
"Master, could this be a whole cup of spiritual liquid?"
Bai Suyi asked.
Gongsun Yue nodded solemnly.
Bai Suyi suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Isn't this too arrogant?
Just serve them a whole glass of spiritual liquid?
Fortunately, Gongsun Yue has a high level of cultivation. Drinking this cup of spiritual liquid directly can make his cultivation a bit stronger.
But if Bai Suyi drank it, it would probably be too much for her body to bear.
There is a risk of meridian rupture.
"Why don't you drink?"
Guo Xiaoyun cooed and drank a whole cup of tea.
He had been working all morning and was really thirsty.
As he said that, he poured himself another glass and drank it again.
After drinking, he went to hoe the ground with his hoe as if nothing had happened.
This made the master and the disciple look stupid.
Damn it?
Can I still drink spiritual fluid like this?
Just two cups of this Kaka?
He is not afraid that the majestic spiritual energy contained in the spiritual liquid will directly explode his body.
Not to mention a mortal without any cultivation.
Even a warrior like Bai Suyi, who has already achieved spiritual perfection, would not dare to drink the spiritual liquid like this.
"Master, he..."
Bai Suyi was a little dumbfounded.
Gongsun Yue looked solemn.
"This boy is worthy of being the disciple of that master. He is probably the kind of genius who is never born in the world. He has a special constitution and can drink spiritual liquid as water."
Bai Suyi was stunned.
"Are you really such a genius?"
Gongsun Yue's mouth twitched.
"Then is there any other explanation?"
Bai Suyi fell silent.
She suddenly envied Guo Xiaoyun very much.
No wonder he was accepted as a disciple by Ye Qingyun, he turned out to be such an extraordinary genius.
I really am far inferior.
Huh?
Why should I compare with him?
There’s no need to be jealous of him, right?
Could it be that deep down in my heart, I also long to become Mr. Ye’s apprentice?
No, no, no.
This bad idea must be eliminated.
Bai Suyi carefully took a sip of this pot of tea.
Then I didn’t dare to drink anymore.
Even this small sip caused Bai Suyi's spiritual energy to surge.
Thanks to Bai Suyi's continuous operation of the technique, he was able to digest this small mouthful of spiritual liquid.
The more advanced Gongsun was, the more he drank.
After drinking this cup, Gongsun Yue's whole body was filled with steam, and his eyes became extremely lively.
"Although my cultivation level has not broken through, my aura is three points thicker than before."
Gongsun Yue was secretly surprised.
I didn't expect that it would be such an opportunity just for a trip like this.
A pot of tea was just drank.
Gongsun Yue drank three cups.
That's called comfort.
However, after waiting until the afternoon, Ye Qingyun did not come back.
This made the master and apprentice a little confused.
Why does it take so long to go down the mountain to buy something?
Guo Xiaoyun was also puzzled.
Logically speaking, the market at the foot of the mountain is not far away. If you go there quickly, you can be back in two hours.
But why did Ye Qingyun go out early in the morning and still not come back when it was almost sunset?
Could it be that something happened?
Guo Xiaoyun was worried.
He looked at Master and Disciple Gongsun Yue.
"You two, why don't you go back first? I have to go down the mountain to find my master."
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm sorry for bothering you today. We'll come visit you next time."
Gongsun Yue stood up and said.
Although I didn't see Ye Qingyun, my trip was not in vain.
At least the gift was delivered.
And it can be considered that he has established a relationship with Ye Qingyun's apprentice.
The master and apprentice went down the mountain and left.
Guo Xiaoyun waited for a while.
Ye Qingyun has not returned to the mountain yet.
He was really anxious.
"Da Mao, let's go down the mountain and look for him."
"Woof woof!"
Guo Xiaoyun locked the courtyard door and headed down the mountain with Da Mao.
At this time, Ye Qingyun.
We did encounter some troubles.
He had bought some things and was going back to Fuyun Mountain.
As a result, a monk appeared out of nowhere and kept saying that he was some kind of Buddhist holy son and wanted to take him back to the Western Buddhism.
This confused Ye Qingyun.
I was perfectly fine, never became a monk, and never went to any temple to worship, so why did I become a Buddhist saint inexplicably?
This title sounds quite bluffing.
"Donor, this poor monk is really not a liar."
Monk Huikong clasped his hands together, stood in front of Ye Qingyun, and said anxiously.
Ye Qingyun was already on the verge of seizure.
He was pestered by this monk for two full hours.
From various Buddhist histories to the legend of the Buddhist Son, there are also various glorious achievements of Buddhism.
This monk Huikong kept chattering away without feeling tired at all.
Ye Qingyun said that everyone was stunned.
That's ridiculous.
"enough!"
Seeing that Monk Huikong wanted to chatter again, Ye Qingyun quickly stopped him.
Huikong was startled, then overjoyed.
"Is the donor planning to return to the ancient Xichan Temple with the poor monk?"
Ye Qingyun clenched his fists.
I really want to have sex on this bald head.
"I'll say it again, and I'll say it one last time!"
"I'm not the Buddhist saint you mentioned!"
"Don't talk to me about the Buddhist Qiqi anymore, I don't want to hear it!"
Ye Qingyun almost gritted his teeth and made a sound.
Then he walked past the monk Huikong.
Unexpectedly, monk Huikong followed him again.
Ye Qingyun was angry.
"Get out!"
He cursed at Monk Huikong.
Monk Huikong was not angry at all, and even showed a smile.
"It seems that the donor still doesn't believe the poor monk, so the poor monk will tell the donor about the legend of the Buddhist Holy Son..."
Ye Qingyun took a deep breath.
"You've been talking for so long, it's time for me to do the talking."
Huikong was startled: "What does the donor want to say?"
"Do you know why I don't want to go to some Western Buddhism school with you?"
"It's because there is no real Mahayana Buddhism there!"
Ye Yun said sharply.
Huikong shook his head repeatedly.
"This is impossible. There are thousands of Buddhist temples in our Western Region. How can there be no Mahayana Buddhism?"
Ye Qingyun sneered: "Then tell me, what is Mahayana Buddhism?"