When he left, Li Shaojun pointed to the spiritual medicine in the mountains and said, "If you want to eat it, come and pick it, don't pick it for me, otherwise you won't have to eat it next year."

Fang Yan held Lian'er and lowered her head and chuckled, "Next time I want to eat something, come over by myself."

Lian'er meowed and signaled to know.

Fang Yan nodded with a smile, "Let's go, I'm in the room opposite, come and play when I have time."

Li Shaojun looked at her with a strange smile and said, "It must."

Fang Yan waved his hand and turned around and left gracefully.

Passing through the fruit forest and medicinal fields, walking through the sword forest, stepping across the cloud bridge, Fangyan returns to his house.

I looked up at the sky, but it was still early at noon.

Fang Yan Sifu decided to go and see the cheap master Zheng Yin, and then ask for a better stove to use for alchemy. Secondly, it is necessary to melt a large number of ores such as the star iron, meteor warhammer, etc. in her hand, and she needs to melt a new weapon. She has already thought about it. It is best to be a heavy sword, like Yang Guo in the Divine Constellation, which can fight in a big way, and then melt it with lightning strike wood, thousand-year peach wood, etc. into the remaining ores of the heavy sword to create a small flying sword, and she carves the formation herself.

For this purpose, I worked for those demon kings a lot, and the ore on them was definitely enough, even more than enough.

He looked down at Lian'er in his arms, Fang Yan stroked its hair and said, "You are here to see the house. If you are hungry, go to eat opposite you. You have grown up and you must learn to take care of yourself."

Lian'er meowed and before she could protest, she was thrown to the ground by the shoveler and abandoned it like a piece of shoes.

Fang Yan clapped his hands, put his hips on his hips and smiled, "I want to pick up Master's wool. It's less than ten days and half a month old. I guess I won't come back. Please ask for more blessings."

After saying that, before Lian'er could react, she quickly trotted away.

However, she underestimated Lian'er's speed. Fang Yan clearly felt that she was already very fast. Lian'er's speed was faster than her. She instantly caught up and hung behind her and followed her.

Fang Yan had to stop and said to Lian'er, "Oh, go home quickly, why do you follow me? I'm going to go to the ironwork. The forging room is very hot, you can't stand it. And the fruit on my body is almost finished. What should you do if you are hungry? I have nothing to eat."

Lian'er ran to Fang Yan quickly, used a big cat fist to her calves, and beat her.

Fang Yan quickly beg for mercy and said, "Okay, okay, if you are afraid, please take you there. If you don't have anything to eat, don't make a fuss~!"

Lian'er angrily slapped the floor with her paws and meowed.

Fang Yan leaned over and picked it up and continued on his way. It took about a quarter of an hour before he walked to the temple where Zheng Yin was, called Yunxiao Palace.

There were two Taoist boys on duty outside the hall. The door was open. Fang Yan looked over and saw Xu Zun reporting work inside.

When Zheng Yin saw Fang Yan coming, he waved to her in. Xu Zun couldn't help but look back.

Fang Yan walked in with Lian'er in her arms, bent down slightly, and said, "Greetings to Master."

Zheng Yin nodded, pointed at Lian'er in her arms, and asked, "Is this a heaven-swallowing beast?"

Fang Yan touched Lian'er's hair and nodded, "Yes."

Zheng Yin smiled subtly, "You are lucky, and you are worthy of being the only snake in the world who can suppress luck."

Fang Yan laughed and said, "Master, I'll come this time..."

Zheng Yin pulled the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a slight smile: "Is it the first time I call you Master? There must be no good things, I'll say it."

Xu Zun glanced at Lian'er curiously, and happily put his hands together and stood aside and waited.

Fang Yan ran over, squatted beside Zheng Yin, and said, "Master~! That... the disciple has no handy spiritual weapon. I think this is a big problem. Moreover, I am not good at building top-grade spiritual weapons and top-grade spiritual weapons. I can only ask for help from the master. In addition, the disciple also wants to earn some merit points. Unfortunately, he has the ability to refine alchemy, but he has the hardship of not having a good stove. So look at the master, are you..."

Zheng Yin's forehead bulged with blue veins and said sneeringly: "In this world, except for the sword immortals who are swords open to the sky, which can attract fairy energy, irrigate flying swords, and create immortal weapons, the most powerful one is the best spiritual weapon. As a master, I only have one flying sword that is the best, and even your senior brother Xu's flying sword is only the best."

Xu Zun interrupted at the right time and muttered: "There are also good or bad."

Zheng Yin couldn't help glaring at him and said coldly: "Shut up!"

Fang Yan secretly praised the cold-faced senior brother in his heart, and reached out to pull Zheng Yin's sleeve, "Master~!"

Zheng Yin's chest was undulating, calming down for a moment, and finally waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll practice it for you, but I can only give you a medium-grade spiritual weapon for the alchemy furnace, and the better it is to be used tightly by others. Our peak also needs to complete the tasks assigned by the sect, so we can't do it nonsense."

Fang Yan quickly took out things from the Qiankun Ring and piled up all over the ground. There were star irons that had been made into long sticks, meteor warhammers, and many rare precious ores. What surprised Zheng Yin and Xu Zun was the thousand-year-old lightning wood and the thousand-year-old peach wood heart, which was really rare.

Zheng Yin picked up the thousand-year-old peach wood heart with a sharp look and teased: "I remember there is a peach forest in Yanxing Sect, which is more than a thousand years old. This thing is rare in other places, and the method of peeling off the peach wood heart is also very familiar."

Fang Yan laughed awkwardly and said, "I picked it up on the roadside."

Zheng Yin's eyelids twitched wildly, but in the end he didn't say anything, but just sighed: "What kind of spiritual weapon do you want to build? I'll help you while you have a rare time now."

Fang Yan recited it backwards like a flow: "A very heavy sword, an ordinary flying sword, is the kind that is three feet and three inches long."

Zheng Yin nodded and said, "How to build it, what are the requirements."

Fangyan made a request for what he thought of and waited seriously.

Zheng Yin asked: "The heavy sword only requires hardness. Do you want to portray the ban on flying swords yourself?"

Fang Yan suddenly slapped his forehead and suddenly said, "Master, you can do it, so you won't bother the second master in one thing~!"

Zheng Yin stood up, patted his Taoist robe, and said, "Okay, come with me."

Fang Yan just got up and hugged Lian'er and wanted to follow Zheng Yin's footsteps, so he listened to Xu Zun's inquiry.

"Master, the specific matters of Junior Sister Fang's personal transmission..."

Fang Yan suddenly looked up at Zheng Yin and asked, "Uncle, what's the situation?"

Zheng Yin stopped, glanced at her, and said angrily: "If you don't want to die, I don't have to worry about it."

Fang Yan touched the back of his head in confusion, not understanding the reason.

Xu Zun explained: "There are rumors that the dragon energy of the royal family of Qian Kingdom is on the junior sister. It is so convincing, saying that Lin Yu's clone gave the dragon energy to the junior sister with his own eyes in the palace."

Fang Yan had an idea and said in a pissing voice: "Nonsense, there were no outsiders at that time, they were all..."

Halfway through, Fang Yan quickly covered his mouth and pretended to be speechless.

Zheng Yin looked at her with golden eyes, stretched out his fingers and pointed her, and said angrily: "Just kill me!"

Xu Zun continued: "So, the master discussed with the head and included the junior sister in his own teachings. As the master's closed disciple, it was to deal with possible accidents in the future."

Fang Yan nodded clearly and said, "To put it bluntly, I can have a better excuse to support me if you have an accident in the future~!"

Xu Zun nodded and said, "This is exactly the reason."

Fang Yan quickly put away the ore on the ground, trotted forward and bowed, "I'll thank you, Master."

Zheng Yin waved his hand and said, "Okay, get up."

Then he said to Xu Zun: "You have seen it too. She has already given a tribute. I will make a spiritual weapon for her. It is a ceremony for apprenticeship after being personally passed down. Just burn your name into the ancestral hall of the sect."

Xu Zun's forehead bulged with blue veins, and he finally bowed helplessly: "Abide by the teacher's order."

Secretly, Xu Zun shouted in his heart, "This is too casual, right? He doesn't talk about etiquette or law at all. If the disciples below see it, what is the majesty of Master? It's like the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked!"

Xu Zun swept away his wide robe and sleeves, strode away, and was indignant.

Zheng Yin glanced at Fang Yan who was puzzled without any attention and smiled: "Just get used to it, maybe this kid is secretly choreographing me~! He is so kind and he is very strict in his work. Although he can't find fault, it makes me a headache as a master."

If you have a dialect, you cannot arrange Zheng Yin at will, otherwise you will have to make a few words to be happy.
Chapter completed!