Wang Cheng suddenly had a smile on his lips and said coldly: "There is someone in the carriage who refuses to help me, but calls for an outsider." He looked at the window of the carriage and asked, "Do you feel at ease sitting inside?"
"Liu Feng, tell him to get lost!" the voice said coldly.
Liu Feng was outside, looking angry.
"Didn't you hear that? Junior brother!" He didn't hear Liu Feng's reply, and his voice became more serious.
"It's really pathetic for you to have such a senior brother! I advise you to leave the school as soon as possible, otherwise you will be killed by such people sooner or later." Wang Cheng cupped his hands to Liu Feng, turned around and left.
"Looking for death!" A nine-section whip was thrown out of the car, like a white snake spitting a message, breaking open the door and drilling into the back of Wang Cheng's head.
Wang Cheng turned slightly to avoid it, flicked it with one hand, and the nine-section whip was bounced away, falling weakly on the front of the car.
"Third level of mortal realm?" His expression was cold and his tone was surprised.
"You ignorant countryman!" A boy of 12 or 13 years old walked out of the car. He had thin lips and cold eyes staring at Wang Cheng. "Get out of here if you are told. Why are you talking so much? It's a matter of the teacher's sect."
, and I can’t tolerate comments from a country bumpkin like you."
Wang Cheng smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I don't have any skills, but my mouth is quite smelly." He took out the iron piece that was still on his body from his arms, attached it with half-formed profound energy, and threw it towards the young man's knees.
The young man's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously shouted: "Master!"
"Feng'er." A thick voice came from inside the car.
Liu Feng obeyed his master's orders, rushed forward, and flicked away the iron piece.
A tingling sensation came from the palm of my hand.
"What a sharp mysterious energy!" He was shocked. He knew that the opponent did not use all his strength.
Wang Cheng glanced at the carriage and smiled coldly: "Young and old, you really feel at ease sitting in it! This carriage is not worth pushing!" He glanced at Liu Feng, turned around and left without saying anything more.
"Asshole! Guy from Xiaofeng Town, just wait for me, I'll let you taste what regret is!" The young man cursed bitterly and got back on the carriage.
"Feng'er, don't worry about it. Lin'er is young and ignorant, so don't take it to heart. Wait a minute. If there is no one around, I will come down and push the cart." The master in the car coughed and said.
"Master, Ji Qing and Sao Qing can come back by themselves. Why worry so much and have to come in person?" Liu Feng shook his head and sat at the front of the car. "You are old and have difficulty moving. Sit properly in the car. This road
"Rugged, wait a little longer, if that doesn't work, I'll spend some profound energy and steady the direction of the carriage towards Xiaofeng Town."
"Among all the disciples, you are the only one who is the most up-to-date and the most obedient to my master!"
"Where's Lin'er and me?" the young man said hurriedly.
"Don't cause any trouble for me, and everything will be fine!"
"Master! I think I'm very good!" The young man was dissatisfied.
Xiaofeng Town.
Wang Cheng lowered his head and walked towards the remote alley.
After a while, we arrived at the gate of the palace.
He couldn't help but frown when he saw the Yang family warrior sitting at a street tea stall drinking tea, his eyes aimed at the backyard of the palace.
Feeling that the guy would not divert his attention for a while, Wang Cheng took out the iron sheet, walked to the middle of the alley, jumped on the wall, hooked himself, and locked his eyes on the Yang family warrior.
The mysterious energy attached to the iron piece, and with a slight exertion, it was quickly and accurately thrown towards the chest of the Yang family warrior.
At this moment, Wang Cheng didn't hesitate at all. He used the Wind Strike under his legs, quickly jumped into the alley and ran towards the backyard of the palace.
The Yang family warrior was at the fourth level of the mortal body after all. Suddenly he felt a strong wind blowing against his face. He looked up and saw a black dot coming towards him, and he rolled to the ground without any hesitation.
"boom!"
The piece of iron hit the ground, leaving a white spot.
The Yang family warrior was furious and ran towards the alley. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the Wang family's backyard, still the same as before. Then he set off to chase his attacker.
Wang Cheng exhaled, rushed out from the wall of a shop, and jumped into the backyard of his home.
Back inside, Rao Yang sat at the table, looking at the note on the table in a daze.
"Girl."
"Sir!" Rao Yang raised his head with surprise on his face, and then his face fell. He tore the note left by Wang Cheng into pieces and threw it to the ground, lowering his head and saying nothing.
Wang Cheng raised his eyebrows, coughed, sat next to Rao Yang, and said lightly: "Did you sleep well?"
"You don't need to care about me, sir. You don't have to worry about my life or death!" Rao Yang stood up and cleaned up the debris on the ground. "Are you hungry, sir? I'll heat up some food for you."
"No, no, no!" Wang Cheng smiled softly and took Rao Yang's hand, "You have a good rest, I'll do it!"
"I'm just a maid, and the young master is a young master. I should do what I do!" Rao Yang said with red eyes and full of resentment.
"Without you, my maid, what's the point of returning to this place?" Rao Yang couldn't understand what Wang Cheng said, but it didn't mean that she couldn't hear the affection in his words.
"Every time I go out, the girl is very worried, but the young master never thinks about it." After Rao Yang said this, he felt his body fell back and fell into Wang Cheng's arms...
"Sir, I'm going to heat up the food!" Rao Yang blushed and ran out of the main room to the kitchen. When leaving, he didn't forget to tidy up his messy clothes. She was so sullen that she unknowingly dissipated.
Wang Cheng sat at the table and murmured: "When I am reborn, my greatest spiritual sustenance is you! Rao Yang!"
Some things cannot be appreciated until they are lost.
In his previous life, he climbed to the pinnacle of strength step by step, but he could never forget the death of Rao Yang until he died in the tide of beasts.
Now that he was reborn, since he could make up for the lifelong regrets in his heart, he would never give up.
"Wait, Rao Yang, I will change the status quo!"
He ran to the kitchen.
"There's no need to heat breakfast, I'll just make the medicine!"
"Sir, you went out just to buy medicinal materials?" Rao Yang said in surprise.
"The medicine you brew is much more nutritious than eating these."
"Then let me help you."
"No, this prescription has been handed down from my Wang family, and I am the only one who knows it."
"oh..."
Rao Yang rolled up his sleeves, idly put his two little hands in front of him and clasped each other, and walked towards the main room.
Unknowingly, she discovered that she was used to resting, eating and sleeping in the master's main room...
In the kitchen, Wang Cheng turned on the stove, placed the steel pot on it, put some water in it, and prepared to heat it up.
Taking out the medicinal materials from his arms, he selected ten kinds, then took out the prepared bear bile, spread them all on the stove, then palm down, released the mysterious energy, pressed it, rotated it slightly, and collected it.
Palm, the medicinal materials were thinly crushed, and some other medicinal materials were not crushed and kept as they were.
The steps for brewing medicinal materials for cultivators need to be very precise. There are clear regulations on which medicinal materials are boiled at which step, and whether they are mashed and blended into the potion. Otherwise, the potency of the extracted medicinal materials will not be enough for cultivation.
conditions for the person to eat it, thus failing.