My Daily Cultivation Life with a Clumsy Female Disciple

At noon, Huang Feiyu went to Danfeng alone with his sword.

While he was in the air, he glanced down and saw that there was no one on the vast grassland below, except that the mud pit in the middle was a little bigger.

It seems that Junior Sister Li has been working hard in the past two days, he thought to himself, but for some reason he did not practice training today.

He stopped directly in front of the wooden house, knocked on the door, and shouted, "Is Master Qin at home?"

After a while, there was movement in the corridor upstairs. A girl with wheat-colored skin poked her head out from the railing and said in a cold voice: "Master is in the research building."

Huang Feiyu heard the movement, took two steps back, looked up and saw that the girl who stuck her head out was Li Shiyin. He smiled and was about to say hello, but he accidentally took a closer look. Suddenly his smile froze, his pupils shrank, and his words were interrupted.

"The early stage of foundation building... Dzogchen!?"

when? !

If he remembered correctly, at noon the day before yesterday, the little junior sister named Li Shiyin had not yet established the foundation.

But what happened in two days? Not only has she succeeded in building a foundation, she is about to break through to the mid-stage of building a foundation! Although I know that Li Shiyin has a good foundation, but...

Huang Feiyu still couldn't understand.

"Junior Sister Li!" But he was Huang Feiyu after all. He quickly adjusted his attitude and smiled at Li Shiyin, "I came to Uncle Qin to receive the Ice Ning Dan. I hope I didn't disturb you."

"No." Li Shiyin looked down at him from a high place, looked at the research building on the other side of the river, and said, "Master is in that building, you can go there to find him...

She paused and then said, "You can also come into the house and wait for him for a while."

Huang Feiyu thought for a while and replied: "I think my uncle has something important to do, so I don't want to disturb him, so I'd better wait for a while!"

Li Shiyin nodded, her figure disappeared in the corridor, and then her footsteps moved to the left. Huang Feiyu knew that he was probably going downstairs.

He waited for a while, and the door in front of him opened, revealing Li Shiyin's tall figure.

He looked at her carefully and thought to himself: "If her skin is white enough, Junior Sister Li's appearance may be comparable to Tian Wenjin."

"Please!" Li Shiyin stepped aside and motioned for him to enter the room.

"Thank you, junior sister." Huang Feiyu nodded and walked into the house, thinking in his heart, this junior sister has a face as cold as frost and a voice as cold as ice, she looks like a genius.

"Sit for a while. Master should be here soon." Li Shiyin pointed to the sofa and asked, "What to drink? Tea? Soda? Boiled water?"

"Junior sister, there is no need to be busy." Huang Feiyu replied, and then thought, what is soda? I really want to try it.

He looked into the living room and complimented, "Uncle, the living room is decorated in a unique way."

"Yeah." Li Shiyin nodded, she thought so too.

Huang Feiyu walked towards the sofa. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped. Looking at Zhui Feng sleeping on the sofa, his eyes became weak and he asked: "Then... is that the Xuanming Spirit Tiger?"

"Yes." Li Shiyin responded casually.

"Xuanming Spirit Tiger!" Huang Feiyu was startled, the expression on his face changed rapidly, and finally he smiled and said tentatively, "I wonder if Junior Sister knows that a Xuanming Spirit Tiger passed by the mountain gate the night before yesterday."

"I rested early and didn't pay attention." Li Shiyin didn't want to talk, so she responded like this.

Huang Feiyu quietly looked at Li Shiyin, secretly thinking about how deep the city was.

He sat down on one side of the sofa, far away from Zhui Feng on the other side. The Xuanming Spirit Tiger was a very scary monster, and he had some not-so-good memories.

So the Xuanming Spirit Tiger cub was very good. He organized his words and continued to test:

"The Xuanming Spirit Tiger can swallow darkness, which is very scary. It chased lightning that night..."

"Snapped!"

As he was talking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Qin Ran walked in from the outside with a gloomy face.

Huang Feiyu's heart skipped a beat, she quickly stopped, stood up, and saluted Qin Ran: "Uncle."

After studying death all morning, Qin Ran had some problems with his mental state. As soon as he opened the door and saw Huang Feiyu, he immediately felt unhappy. He looked back at the vast lawn and thought to himself: "We should set up a mountain protection formation, otherwise My Danfeng has become a public toilet. You can come and leave whenever you want."

Thinking about it, he glanced sideways at Huang Feiyu and said, "Is it you who's here?"

"I just arrived..." Huang Feiyu has a very high level of cultivation and a very low posture. He secretly thought to himself, why are the faces of these two masters and disciples colder than the other?

Qin Ran knew what Huang Feiyu was here for, so he impatiently took out a porcelain bottle, threw it to him in the air, and said: "Twenty pieces, medium quality."

He took the time to refine this Bing Ning Dan yesterday afternoon.

Huang Feiyu took the porcelain bottle, opened the jade seal and took a look. The elixirs inside were all icy blue and filled with cold air. They were not comparable to the waste elixirs he bought at the Zhishen Valley stall that day. He was overjoyed. Master Qin's The alchemy technique was even higher than he imagined.

He quickly thanked: "Thank you, uncle."

"Yeah." Qin Ran nodded and looked at him, waiting for something.

Huang Feiyu understood, and quickly took out a bag of spiritual stones, took it over and offered it with both hands, saying: "This is the cost of refining the elixir. Please accept it, uncle."

Qin Ran was very poor at using the spirit stones, so he reached out to take it and tried it. There were about three hundred spirit stones in the bag. Including Huang Feiyu's previous deposit, this alchemy made 400 yuan in spiritual stones alone.

Should I say it or not, this is alchemy, an extremely profitable profession. Once again, there is no poor alchemist, except for Qin Ran - he is a deadbeat.

For a special pill like Bing Ning Dan, twenty pills of low quality cost five hundred spirit stones; if the skill is good, twenty pills of medium quality cost at least one thousand spirit stones. And the raw materials may be only a dozen spirit stones.

This is called robbing money, and others are begging the alchemist to rob his money.

For this alchemy, the raw materials belong to Huang Feiyu, and Qin Ran is only responsible for refining. The processing fee alone has charged him four hundred spirit stones... and Huang Feiyu has to accept his favor, because Huang Feiyu knows that this is a friendly price.

As for the unused raw materials... that is the embodiment of the alchemist's skills, and they deserve it.

Although he was in a bad mood, Qin Ran still said, "If you need to refine pills in the future, you can still find me to refine them. I don't charge if I have the recipe."

"Yes!" Huang Feiyu was waiting for this sentence, and hurriedly smiled and agreed.

He held the Ice Condensation Pill, a little anxious, and said, "Uncle Master, now that we have the Ice Condensation Pill, we only need the Frost Sword Technique. Brothers, please wait, I have to go first."

"You are in a hurry, please do as you please." Qin Ran stepped aside to make way for Huang Feiyu to go out.

Huang Feiyu came out, summoned the flying sword, stepped on it, flew to the middle of the air, suddenly stopped, turned around, and shouted: "Uncle Master..."

Qin Ran came out, looked up at him, and asked: "What's the matter?"

"How did you get that Xuanming Spirit Tiger?" Huang Feiyu asked.

Qin Ran remained silent.

Huang Feiyu continued: "The night before yesterday, a Xuanming Spirit Tiger chased the Thunder Unicorn and passed by the sect. Uncle Master, do you know?"

"Yes." Qin Ran nodded.

"Then Uncle Master, do you know why?"

Why? Qin Ran thought about it, but he didn't understand it. The Xuanming Spirit Tiger was a seventh-level demon king, an existence comparable to the Yuanying period. How could it be like an ordinary tiger, chasing prey and running to human territory? This doesn't make sense.

But he was too lazy, too lazy to think so much, too lazy to explore so much.

Now that Huang Feiyu asked this, he must know the inside story, so he waited for his answer.

"There is something strange in the depths of the Hengduan Mountains." Huang Feiyu told him.