Master Qing Leng interprets it with his own body

However, Shen Yan was destined not to wait for his master, because on the day of alchemy, Han Han went down the mountain alone and left Yujianmen.

Yu Jian flew for an hour, until the boundary of Yu Jianmen's sphere of influence, before landing in front of a mountain peak.After walking east and west for a while, I came to a valley.

An enchantment was set up at the entrance of the valley, and Han Han injected a wave of spiritual energy, and saw a colorful spiritual wave slowly swaying at the entrance.

After a while, a delicate girl came bouncing from the valley.

Seeing Han Han, the girl first opened her small mouth in surprise, and then she waved her hand to remove the barrier, and ran out quickly, shouting as she ran, "Young master! Little master! Why are you here!"

Han Han has been an elder for nearly 100 years, and he is not used to being called a young master at this time, but he still smiled and replied: "Song Er, long time no see, how have you been all these years?"

The girl named Song'er grabbed Han Han by the wrist and carried her into the valley, smiling as she walked, "We are doing well! It's been a long time since the young master, everyone misses you very much!"

In the valley, there are patches of greenery and dense trees, dotted with rocks and shallow streams, and some houses built of stone and wood are scattered on the open space. Although they are not large, their style is quite wild.

Song'er had a loud voice, and soon more people came forward to greet her.Twenty or thirty people, men, women and children came out, and when they saw Han Han, they all smiled and surrounded him to say hello.Han Han was in a relaxed mood, with a rare smile on his face, and greeted everyone one by one.

Everyone flocked to him to the biggest house in the middle of the valley.The door opened automatically, and a middle-aged man with a kind face and sharp eyes greeted him. When he saw Han Han, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Han'er, why are you willing to come to my Sandalwood Valley?"

Everyone quieted down, Han Han cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Li, the sect has been busy with affairs for more than ten years, and I haven't come to visit you all, and I still look at Haihan."

Mo Li glanced at Song'er first, and ordered: "You guys go down first, and have a banquet for the young master tonight."

"Alright Uncle Li, we will definitely prepare the most delicious spiritual food for the young master!" Song'er said, and left happily with everyone.

When the crowd dispersed, Mo Li turned sideways to invite Hanhan into the house, and said as he walked, "What do you mean Haihan is not Haihan? You have been in the human race for a long time, how did you learn to be sour?"

Yan Han pursed her lips, showing a rare coquettish anger: "Uncle Li, I just feel sorry for you, but you made up for me."

"I know I'm sorry, why don't you come a few more times?"

Yan Han thought to himself that since he raised Shen Yan, a villain, and was trapped in Cuizhufeng fighting with him all day, how could he have the time to visit relatives and friends?After that, it was a ten-year retreat, and the reason for it was even more difficult to tell others.

At the moment, I had no choice but to hum, and let this stubble pass.

"I think you don't want to go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing, so what's the matter?" Mo Li asked him to sit down with him beside the small computer in the room, and make tea by himself.

Han Han and Mo Li have been friends for more than 100 years, and they don't hold back. They directly tell the story of his little apprentice who has a half-demon physique and has just formed a demon core, and finally tells him not to reveal it to other people in the valley.

Mo Li paused while pouring tea, raised his eyes to look at Han Han for a while, then continued to pour tea for him, and said: "Half-demon physique, whether it is a golden pill or a demon pill, is extremely rare. That child's What kind of cultivation are your parents?"

"Shen Yan is an orphan. Before he entered the Yujian Gate, he had been living in the mortal world begging for a living. I don't know his origin either."

"As you said, he has a very high concentration of moonlight to heal internal injuries on his own. This is not something that ordinary demon cultivators can do, let alone half blood. His demon parents must at least have Nascent Soul cultivation... ..No, even, it may be the practice of transforming gods."

"How is this possible? You know, after cultivating to the Nascent Soul, it is very difficult to leave any heirs." Han Han pondered deeply.

"Everything in the world is uncertain. For example, who would have thought that the old man would give half of the Dongzhou Demon King Token to you, a pure human being?"

Hearing this, Han Han uncomfortably picked up his teacup and took a few sips.

He was originally from the Eastern Continent, but after his family suffered a catastrophe, he hurriedly fled to the Purple Mist Forest, the site of the demon cultivators in the Eastern Continent.

Inside, he was bullied by demon cultivators, fled to the depths of the dense forest by chance, and met an old Shanmu tree that covered the sky and lived for thousands of years, and was rescued by the Sandalwood Fairy. Lived on the seven 80 years.

It took a long time to find out that this sandalwood fairy is the demon king of the Purple Mist Forest, and all the demons respectfully call him "Old Man".Because he likes himself, he insisted on cutting off a corner of the token that he can command Zhongzhou Yaoxiu to use as a storage space for him.

Han Han wanted to make a ring, but he was clumsy and accidentally made it too big.The old man said that the ring was too small to grasp the size, so he cut out a long square along the missing corner and asked him to make a bracelet. No matter how big or small it is, it can be worn anyway.

The old man doted on him like a close relative.He encountered a practice bottleneck in the Golden Core Stage, and had to go out to study and practice in a human environment. After choosing Yujianmen in the Central Continent, the old man arranged for Mo Li to come to the Central Continent to meet him, so as not to cause any trouble.

It can be said that Sandalwood Valley is Han Han's home in Central Continent.However, in the past, Yan Han devoted himself to cultivation, and only came to visit occasionally.

Mo Li usually has nothing to do in the valley and concentrates on his cultivation. Now he is Yuanying Dzogchen.For a cultivator, practicing in the East Continent is the same as practicing in the Central Continent.

The rest of the demon cultivators in the valley all met Han Han for many years and came here voluntarily.Living in this secluded and isolated valley is comfortable and comfortable.

Seeing that Han Han didn't speak, Mo Li knew that he also felt that the old man did whatever he wanted, and that sometimes the pressure on others was really great, so he stopped discussing Shen Yan's background and started to talk about business: "The disciple's alchemy, not to mention his Whether it is a demon core or a golden core, it is a good thing, what can you worry about?"

"Uncle Li, my little apprentice has been a good man for 30 years, and suddenly he knows that he is a hybrid of a human and a demon. He must not accept it. How will he face his friends in the future? How will he walk outside?"

"Suffering is always inevitable, but practitioners should not be too fragile. It may be more helpful for cultivation to experience a blow."

"Uncle Li!" Facing this elder who has always loved him dearly, Han Han put his hand on the table directly without putting on airs of being an elder, "Are you going to help?"

"Why are you still angry?" Mo Li hurriedly coaxed, "Help me, I came to Zhongzhou to help you, so you can do whatever you say!"

After finishing speaking, he muttered in a low voice: "You spend so much time thinking about being a monster, and you are still angry with your Uncle Li. You spoil your disciple too much."

Han Han is naturally displeased with the other party's attitude towards half-demons, but this is the norm in the cultivation world, and there is nothing he can do about it, so he can only talk about his own request: "Then please ask Uncle Li to teach me how to restrain the demon clan in the past few days." I will go back and tell my little apprentice after I learn it. Also, I need to forge new weapons after forming the alchemy, since Uncle Li is the master of the demon clan's weapon refining, I have to trouble you."

"Well, easy to say." Mo Li folded his arms, raised his head and rolled his eyes.

Han Han also felt that his attitude was not humble enough, but neither the old man nor Uncle Li, nor the other big monsters in the Purple Mist Forest, liked being put on the airs of etiquette of the human race. Some indulgence.

After hesitating for a moment, he leaned forward leaning forward while supporting the table, and whispered, "Thank you, Uncle Li."

Seeing the shy smile of this white and pretty person in front of him, Mo Li couldn't help scratching his nose: "Thank you, as long as you are happy."

Han Han, who was treated like a child, was even more embarrassed.However, Uncle Li is already a thousand years old, and he is only two hundred years old. Although he is a Nascent Soul, he can only silently accept the age difference.

Yan Han hovered in Shanhuagu for several days. Although he couldn't control the aura of the monster race, he learned the principle of how the aura works thoroughly, and then bid farewell to Mo Li, Song'er and other demon cultivators.

Song'er and the others didn't know the purpose of Han Han's trip. They heard that he would bring his apprentices to make weapons in the near future, so they happily asked him to go and come back soon.

In the past few days, Shen Yan thought that the master was practicing behind closed doors in the dormitory, so she didn't dare to disturb her, so she could only refer to the method of breath adjustment after forming the alchemy with Gu Qing, and recover her body by self-exercise.

Life was boring, and I also received a gift from Senior Brother Su Qian.

Hearing that Shen Yan was forming an alchemy, Su Qian specially made a stack of sound transmission symbols.Usually, people use the communication talisman to transmit information, but the communication talisman can only display text on the surface of the talisman, but this kind of sound transmission talisman can transmit sound.Although a pair of sound-transmitting symbols can only convey a few words, it is more interesting than words.

Shen Yan found that every time the third senior brother appeared, he could make himself feel inferior for a while.Looking at the homework that others are minoring in, talismans, they are upright and useful; and looking at the things that I am minoring in, one is poison refining, which is sneaky and shady, and cannot be used at any time.

Very melancholy, remembering Senior Brother Gu saying that Ling Cang often stayed in the alchemy room recently, so I went to see him.

Pushing the door open, he saw Ling Cang sitting beside the alchemy furnace in the center of the alchemy room, staring at the furnace wall with piercing eyes.

Hearing someone coming in, Ling Cang glanced sideways, then turned his gaze back.

"Why did you start alchemy? You can't help but throw a poisonous weed into it?" Shen Yan walked in with her arms folded, and closed the door.

"Next." Ling Cang suddenly raised his hand and threw a porcelain bottle over.

"What?" Shen Yan grabbed the bottle and turned it around.

"Kidney tonic, let's celebrate your alchemy." Ling Cang slanted the corner of his mouth.

Shen Yan raised her eyebrows, and threw the bottle back to Ling Cang's chest: "You should keep it for yourself, it's been a deficit for more than 300 years, why don't you make up for it?"

"Tsk, I don't know good people."

"You said, should I pick up alchemy as a side job? After forming an alchemy, it won't be too fast to advance. Meditation and practice all depend on water grinding skills. It's better to do something useful when you have free time."

Shen Yan sat down beside Ling Cang, concentrating on sensing the aura and heat of the medicine in the pill furnace.

Ling Cang thought that you were suppressed by your master even if you were full of evil spirits, and you still had time to think about alchemy.