Sign in to the Heavenly Master Palace, the Downhill Is Invincible

"How am I, am I not, so what?"

Xu Cheng looked at the old man in front of him, as well as the few inner disciples he met just now, and said softly.

His words were not considered respectful.

The face of the old man on the opposite side sank slightly.

Those inner disciples in white shirts all showed joy on their faces.

So what if you are capable?

Can you still ask for favors in front of the elders?

The more arrogant you are, the more embarrassed you will be later.

"Boy, if you say that you are a disciple of Luoxue Sect, then show proof."

"If it's not, hmph, I don't welcome outsiders to enter the Snow Sect's gate."

A young man with narrow eyebrows and a shoehorn face stepped forward and shouted loudly.

"That's right. I, Luo Xuezong, have rules." The white-bearded old man nodded, looked at Xu Cheng and said.

Xu Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

To him, the mere Luo Xuezong, whether to stay or not, is not a big deal.

But Yu Luo wanted to stay here and be a carefree mortal.

Then he'll stay here for now.

Xu Cheng raised his hand, and a light blue jade tablet appeared in his hand.

"I am a disciple of the Snowfall Sect."

Seeing the jade tablet, the white-bearded old man's complexion changed.

"The saint gave this to you..."

After finishing speaking, he took one more look at Xu Cheng, turned around and left.

When he left, all the inner disciples behind him were at a loss.

What does that jade tablet represent? Why did the elders ignore it?

Seeing that Xu Cheng had stepped forward, several people remembered how he kept cutting off the long sword before, so they hurriedly turned around and fled.

Xu Cheng shook his head and walked down the mountain.

A clown, but an ant, he is too lazy to bother.

Until Xu Cheng left,

Those inner disciples turned around again.

"No, I'm going to see the saint, and I must not let the saint be deceived by this kid." A young man with a long sword on his back gritted his teeth.

"We can't get in Huafanju," another person whispered unwillingly, then looked into the distance and said, "By the way, there are quite a few direct disciples in the sect who are interested in the saint."

"What will happen to them if they know that this kid has transformed into a mortal residence?"

His words made the eyes of the others light up.

"Yes, those direct disciples have no scruples in their actions. If they know that this son has plans for the saint, they will definitely take action!"

"It's just that this matter is helped by their hands..."

"I can't control that much anymore, who of you can swallow this breath?"

...

When Xu Cheng arrived at the wooden house where he lived, Shao Santong, Mu Yang, and Gao Chong were all waiting.

Shao Santong was relatively old, and after saluting to Xu Cheng, he reported today's site selection for building a residence.

"Don't worry, my lord, the residence can be built in less than half a month."

Seeing that Xu Cheng had no objection, Shao Santong said.

Half a month is pretty fast.

Xu Cheng nodded, and then said: "Shao Santong, show me the way of medicine you have cultivated."

medicine?

Shao Santong was overjoyed, he quickly bowed and said, "I'll go and sort it out right now."

After speaking, he led Mu Yang to turn around and walk out of the cabin.

When he reached the door, Mu Yang whispered puzzledly: "Master, why are you so happy?"

Hearing his words, Shao Santong couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed out loud: "Haha, Mu Yang, you are here to teach me the way of medicine."

guide?

Mu Yang was taken aback for a moment, thinking of the elixir he had swallowed, he immediately showed joy on his face.

Indeed, it is easy to use the method of a son to guide the master.

And when the master gets advice, he naturally benefits too.

"Come on, let's go find a pen and paper, I want to write down all the pharmacology I have mastered."

The two left, Gao Chong in the wooden house was a little nervous.

At first he was a little apprehensive towards Xu Cheng, but after swallowing Xu Cheng's elixir and practicing his cultivation, he felt that he was at a loss in front of Xu Cheng.

"Show me the swordplay you practiced."

Xu Cheng suddenly made a sound.

Practice swordsmanship?

Gao Chong looked at the small wooden house that was only a few feet away, pondered for a while, and raised his hand and drew his sword.

"Canglang—"

The sword light is cold, showing agility in the cabin.

Every move and style is quite satisfactory, which shows that Gao Chong is a hard worker.

There were not many sword moves, and Baixi finished swimming.

"Do it again." When Gao Chong retracted his sword, Xu Cheng spoke again.

again?

Gao Chong didn't know why, but he still stretched out his hand and drew his sword.

"Don't look ahead, draw the sword directly." Xu Cheng's voice came.

Gao Chong was taken aback.

Staying for a while, he found that every time he drew his sword, he would subconsciously look forward.

Nodding his head, he lowered his eyes and swung the long sword out of his hand.

"Jianfeng raises three points and stabs the opponent's front door. You have no killing intent in this move, it can only disturb the opponent's eyes."

"Hand the sword out, and if you score more points, the opponent will be more afraid."

"Don't turn around, it's wrong to connect this style like this, you have to pick another sword."

...

Gao Chong himself was dumbfounded.

He only knew how to give instructions and how to modify according to what Xu Cheng said.

Half an hour later, his swordsmanship was completely different from what he had practiced before.

Every move seems to have the shadow of the original swordsmanship, but when the sword is released, the weirdness and agility are not comparable to the previous swordsmanship.

"Okay, go back and practice yourself." Xu Cheng waved his hand.

"Thank you, young master." Gao Chong cupped his fists in a salute, and then exited the wooden house.

Seeing Gao Chong walk out, Xu Cheng shook his head slightly.

"It's still a lot of poor aptitude, otherwise it wouldn't take half an hour to complete."

But turning around, he smiled again.

Compared with those elite disciples of Tianshi Palace back then, for ordinary people, this high impact is not bad.

"Don't worry, I will definitely find you all through the long river of time."

Whispering in his mouth, Xu Cheng slowly closed his eyes.

Around him, a blue fairy air began to surge.

The fairy spirit in this world is so strong that it can be practiced directly without transporting it.

In such an environment, how could one not improve one's practice quickly?

After moving it overnight, Xu Cheng felt that his immortal foundation was solid.

He is practicing now, and he no longer has any concept of realm.

After all, this method of practice was also explored by him according to his own situation.

"Even if it's in the Foundation Establishment Realm, there's no problem with controlling Qi and flying, but for Yujian..."

Raising his hand a little, the blue bamboo sword was unsheathed, with blue light flashing, it shuttled through the wooden house.

The sword light was so vivid that the naked eye couldn't catch it at all.

Practitioners who have not cultivated their divine sense have no power to resist such a sword.

Putting away the bamboo sword and walking out the door, Shao Santong and Mu Yang were already waiting.

Shao Santong stepped forward and handed a stack of books to Xu Cheng.

"My lord, this is the way of medicine that I sorted out overnight."

Xu Cheng stretched out his hand to take it, and Shao Santong said again: "My lord, it's fine if Mu Yang is not in Yaoshan, why don't you let him follow you first, and there is someone who serves tea and water."

Mu Yang hurriedly bowed and said, "Mu Yang pays his respects to Young Master."

Xu Cheng glanced at the two of them, nodded and said, "OK."

He raised his hand, and the bamboo sword in the room flew out, hanging quietly in the air, and the bronze alchemy tripod placed on the long table also flew out.

This move made Mu Yang's eyes widen.

"You still don't want to thank you son for taking me in?" Shao Santong shouted.

"Thank you, Mr. Mu Yang." Mu Yang stepped forward and stretched out his hand, and both the bamboo sword and the bronze alchemy tripod fell into his palm.

Standing at the door of the wooden house, Xu Cheng opened the book in his hand.

He read very quickly, every page passed in a flash.

After a while, he had finished reading the book.

After closing the booklet, Xu Cheng frowned slightly.

The way of medicine that Shao Santong cultivated is much more refined than that in the Great Wilderness World, and the compatibility of many medicinal materials is very regular.

It seems that the way of elixir in this world should still have merit.

After all, this frozen and snowy area is not the center of this world, and it is relatively backward in practice.

The alchemy in this world should have made some achievements.

"I will help you reorganize the combing of the way of medicine." Xu Cheng said, putting away the booklet in his hand.

Shao Santong already has a good foundation in the way of medicine, what Xu Cheng has to do now is to improve his cultivation of the way of medicine while correcting his mistakes.

It's not difficult.

"Thank you son!" Shao Santong bowed happily.

"I'm going to Yaoshan to find some herbs." Xu Cheng looked into the distance and said lightly.

He doesn't need to swallow the pill himself.

But Yuluo's practice requires the improvement of the pill.

This little girl is now determined to be a mortal, and she has nothing to do with cultivation. She needs to use pills to improve her foundation.

"Then I'll go with the young master." Shao Santong said out loud.

Although he was expelled from the medicine hall, he is still a second-level pharmacist and the deacon of the medicine hall.

His cultivation of the way of medicine can also be ranked in the medicine hall.

What's more, now that his body has recovered, even if he doesn't go back to the medicine hall, he is still qualified to go to the medicine mountain to collect medicine.

"No, just let Mu Yang follow me." Xu Cheng shook his head, then strode away.

Mu Yang glanced at Shao Santong, saw him nodding, and hurriedly followed.

Not long after Xu Cheng left, Gao Chong arrived with dark circles under his eyes.

"Uncle Shao, Young Master, Young Master is gone?" Gao Chong asked a little disappointed.

He was carrying a long sword, and there was a sharp aura surging around him.

Shao Santong sized him up, reached out and patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you still have things to do."

"Your cultivation is so advanced that even I can see it."

Hearing his words, Gao Chong blushed and murmured: "I have some understanding, so I don't know if it's right to come to see the young master..."

Shao Santong looked at him enviously, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, there is no rush for cultivation."

"Let's go and build the place where the young master lives first, so that we can practice safely in the future."

Gao Chong nodded.

Indeed, the outer gate is a bit messy now, and many things are inconvenient.

When Gao Chong practiced his sword, he avoided outsiders.

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Before Yaoshan, seeing Xu Cheng and Mu Yang coming, those handymen were a little dazed.

"My son is going to Yaoshan to collect medicine."

Mu Yang carried the bamboo sword on his back, held the alchemy cauldron in his hand, and spoke directly.

At this moment, his bearing was imposing, and his face was full of agility, making him extremely extraordinary at a glance.

Those handymen didn't dare to stop him and Xu Cheng, they made way.

When Xu Cheng and Mu Yang walked away, everyone came back to their senses.

"This Mu Yang boy, the change is too big, right?" A handyman frowned and said in a low voice.

"That's right, this is still the little guy in the medicine hall who can be shouted at by others. He looks like a young master." Someone muttered, looking up towards the direction of Yaoshan.

"Quickly, inform Senior Brother Zuo Yao, he said that he wants to give that guy a good look."

Someone's eyes lit up and said hurriedly.

The others were moved immediately.

Zuo Yao said that there is a big reward.

"Go!"

Someone has turned around and ran over.

After a while, a few people arrived in front of a hut.

Some pharmacists in green robes and white robes were there, and there were many utensils in front of each of them, some were dispensing medicine, and some were boiling medicine.

"Senior Brother Zuo Yao—" a handyman let out a low voice.

Zuo Yao, who was holding two small medicine bottles in his hand, frowned.

In front of him, several medicine hall disciples turned their heads.

"Who is yelling? Brother Zuo Yao is demonstrating the technique of preparing medicinal liquid for us."

"Don't you know that you can't be disturbed when dispensing medicine?"

"If this liquid medicine is broken, all of you can't afford it."

...

Those handymen shrank their heads in fright.

Ahead, a thirty-year-old nun wearing a purple robe frowned slightly, looking at the liquid medicine in Zuo Yao's hand.

Zuo Yao was very steady in his hand, and while continuing to dispense the medicine, he said calmly: "If you need me, please tell me."

Those handyman disciples did not dare to speak.

"Senior brother tells you to say it." Some medicine hall disciples couldn't bear to drink low.

"Who is senior brother? It's not easy to use two things at once? Don't worry, the medicine in his hand will never be mixed." A disciple in a green robe said with a smile.

Everyone else nodded with a smile.

All the handymen looked at each other, and the person who spoke before was bold enough to step forward and whisper: "Senior Brother Zuo Yao, you asked the person you were paying attention to go to the Herb Mountain to collect herbs."

pay attention to?

Watch out for who?

Most people present don't know.

Even Zuo Yao was slightly taken aback.

Seeing that Zuo Yao seemed to have forgotten, the handyman hurriedly said: "It's that outer disciple who is said to have a good relationship with the saint, who came to gather medicine last time."

"You also said, seeing him tell you again, you have a big reward..."

"Boom—"

The medicine bottle in Zuo Yao's hand exploded.

There was silence all around.

Up front, the female cultivator in purple shook her head slightly.

"Okay, I'll go and have a look."

Zuo Yao threw away the broken medicine bottle in his hand, turned around and left.

"Saint? What's the situation?"

"No way, senior brother Zuo Yao is planning to propose marriage to the saint."

...

A group of medicine hall disciples all looked out the door, and some people had already moved their feet.

"Featherfall?" the female cultivator in purple whispered.

"I'm afraid it's not ordinary people who can be valued by this little girl?"

"Well, our great reward, what should we do..." The handyman disciples looked at each other with disappointment on their faces.

They looked up, and suddenly saw the sullen face of the female cultivator in purple.

"Break into the medicine hall indiscriminately, disrupt the order of the medicine hall with unreasonable things, affect the operation of the medicine hall, and remove all of them from the qualifications of the medicine hall disciples and expel them from the mountain gate."

After the female cultivator in purple finished speaking, she flicked her sleeves, turned around and left.

Those handymen were completely dumbfounded.

...

At this time, Xu Cheng was already on the mountain of medicine, gathering enough herbs for himself.

This time he didn't pick much, only the useful ones.

"That's where medicinal herbs are grown for more than a hundred years." Seeing Xu Cheng looking towards the valley not far away, Mu Yang hurriedly said.

Xu Cheng walked over.

In the valley, the fairy spirit became more and more intense, and it had already turned into spiritual mist.

This place can be called a spiritual place.

He reached out and pulled up a foot-high green herb.

This medicine has hundreds of years of potency, cool and refreshing, and there is a sense of warmth in it, which is suitable for warming and nourishing. If it is combined with several elixir, it can refine a good pill that stabilizes the tendons of the dantian.

Stretching out his hand, Xu Cheng went to pick another plant.

"Boy, one elixir is three thousand silver, can you afford these two?" At this moment, a voice came from ahead.

Xu Cheng raised his head and saw an old man in white robe standing there, holding a small medicine pick in his hand and a bamboo basket in the other hand, squinting at him.

"I don't have any money." Xu Cheng shook his head, reached out and pulled up another plant.