Qin Cheng flicked his fingers lightly, and the talisman was like a spirit insect, passing through the air and landing on Hu San's clothes behind him.

This object is extremely small, and even the talismans laid out by Shanhai Pavilion cannot be seen.

With this thing, Qin Cheng was able to attach a wisp of spiritual consciousness to Hu San and hear the movement inside.

Hu San was in a good mood today and received a message from his master. Even the anger of being cut off by Qin Cheng yesterday was suppressed a lot.

Walking on the road, he did not feel the talisman attached to him, and he was thinking about meeting his master in his heart.

"Damn it, that bastard is lucky. Master has arrived today. Otherwise, if he dared to break my hand yesterday, I must have Master cut off his limbs."

Hu San snorted coldly, and a deep hatred flashed in his eyes.

Since the law enforcement monks in Linyuecheng City learned about their identity, they could almost walk there. This is the first time that they could not steal chickens and lose rice, and their arms were trampled in public.

It made him feel extremely humiliated.

However, I went to the market this morning and didn't see Qincheng, which made Hu San feel regretful and felt that the opportunity to take revenge was gone.

After all, he had never seen Qin Cheng before. Most of the monks who came here by this way would be difficult to meet again after leaving.

"I don't know what kind of martial arts Master will teach me this time. After practicing the mysterious skill last time and swallowing the pills, I felt that I was one step closer to breaking through to the fusion realm."

Hu San muttered to himself, and a hint of expectation flashed across his eyes.

My own luck has always been good, otherwise I would not have been able to practice all the way from a casual cultivator to the realm of distraction.

But at this level, I feel that my life will be almost over.

Unexpectedly, fifteen years ago, a powerful man in the fusion realm suddenly wanted to accept himself as his disciple when he saw his hidden talent.

Over the past ten years, he has been good to himself as his own flesh and blood, which has made Hu San's cultivation level rise and he has a little desire.

"But unfortunately, the bad thing was ruined by that brat. This time, the spiritual coins were not obtained. The immortal herbs needed by Master to refine medicine could only be asked to help him pay for it. Alas, teach me the best skills, refine my fairy pills, and also ask Master to spend the spiritual coins. Master is so nice to me."

Hu San sighed.

I can't even figure out what special talents I have.

But it is strange that since he transformed his spiritual energy into his body according to the master's mental method, his cultivation that had been stagnant for many years has finally improved, and his cooperation with Master's immortal pills has made great progress.

This made Hu Santou very grateful to Master, this noble man.

Thinking about it, Hu San walked to the door.

He took out a token with great knowledge and pressed it on the formation that rose outside the courtyard to activate the spiritual energy.

Buzz!

When the token breath was sensed, the light of the surrounding formation flashed and it automatically dissipated.

Hu San then pushed the door and walked into it.

In the living room, an old man in gray robe sat cross-legged. When he saw Hu San, the old man opened his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth. It was Jingchen.

"I've seen Master."

Hu San knelt respectfully and bowed to the old man.

"Well, this recipe is the elixir you need to take this time of cultivation. You go to the market to buy all the medicines, and I will refine medicines for you when you come back."

Jingchen nodded, waved his hand, and a note fell into Hu San's hands.

"Yes, Master." Hu San put away the notes and nodded.

He was also very moved. Most monks regard such immortal pills as secrets, and even those close to him were unwilling to inform him.

But Master never hides medicine from himself and buys all medicines by himself. In his opinion, this is also a manifestation of trust.

"By the way, Master, I have something to ask for advice." Hu San did not get up immediately, but spoke.

"Last time after taking the pill you refined, when I was operating the mind method, I always felt a little drowsy and not clear enough. But I have indeed made great progress in my practice, and I don't know why this is."

"The consciousness is drowsy." Jing Chen's brows moved, and then said, "It's okay, this should be because your cultivation is too fast and your spiritual consciousness has not kept up. I will refine a few more elixirs to nourish your spiritual consciousness. In a few months, I will find another martial art for you and it will be fine."

"Thank you for your concern, Master." Hu San said gratefully, then he was a little hesitant.

"Master, I have used up all the spiritual coins recently, so..."

"I told you a long time ago that even if a monk indulges in desire, no matter how many spiritual coins there are, they will be exhausted. These are two thousand purple gold spiritual coins, which should be enough."

Jingchen frowned when he heard this, but he still threw out a storage bag and threw it to Hu San.

"Master, I almost got more than a thousand spiritual coins yesterday, but an annoying monk made trouble. Not only did he ruin my affairs, but he also broke my arm. I lost all my money." Hu San quickly explained.


Chapter completed!