No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 28 I miss you guys
Elder Ge's heart suddenly jumped, and a very ominous premonition came to his mind.

Could it be that Baimei has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

I will say that the thousands of years of inheritance of Shangqingguan, even if it is not complete, is of great value. Why doesn’t the Taoist Association send experts to put pressure? Why don’t the major sects come to fight the autumn wind? Why don’t the evil cultivators and demon sects come to harass them? I, a foreign affairs elder from the fifth level of Qi training, come here?
Huh, I must be worried that Baimei will fall out and slap them to death, so they sent me to constantly test their bottom line.

Pit.

This is obviously a constant operation on the edge of life and death. One day, my brother may fall into the abyss.

Brother Baimei, no, senior Baimei, is it too late for me to regret it now?

"Oh, so that's how it is. Look, I misunderstood you!" Elder Ge smiled all over his face, extremely amiable.

"I wonder what your surname is, little master?"

"I don't dare to be a real person. I'm just a registered disciple. Just call me Yi Fan."

In the realm of Shangqingguan, how dare he let others call him a real person.

"Yi Fan, good name, old brother Ge Hong, the elder of the foreign affairs association of the Daoist Association, is in charge of the daily affairs of the Yuzhou sect. This time, I am here to invite the Tianjiao disciples of each sect to participate in the Daoist reserve talent training conference held every ten years." Ge Hong The elder explained.

This reserve talent is actually once every ten years. It is to select talented disciples from the 360 ​​registered sects to register and make a book, and they will be included in the Taoist reserve talent pool for unified management, unified resources, and unified training.

Strive to use limited resources to cultivate as many talents as possible, and strive for a glimmer of hope for the Taoist sect in this era of Dharma-ending times.

It's just that in the past few decades, Shangqingguan has always abstained from voting and has never accepted a new disciple, so this quota has been openly used by Elder Ge.

From this year's point of view, I am afraid that the Shangqingguan will not be able to sit still, and there is a possibility that there will be big moves, so I have to be very careful, don't lose my life in the evening, and hit someone's gun.

"Since it's Brother Baimei's new disciple, I can't help but say something when we meet for the first time. You accept this bottle of Qi Yang Pill, which will be of great help to your future Qi training and Dharma cultivation."

Yi Fan curiously took the elixir, opened the bottle cork, and suddenly a refreshing fragrance hit his face, he couldn't help but take a big sip, tasted carefully, there were sweeteners, a lot of magazines, and erysipelas, long-term use Not having diarrhea will also affect the practice.

Yi Fan quickly put the cork on the bottle, threw it to Ge Hong, and said with a look of disgust: "Where did you get this elixir, you have been cheated!"

"What?"

Ge Hong was not happy at that time, who would dare to lie to me, the dignified foreign affairs elder of the Daoist Association?
Besides, this elixir is produced by the Alchemy Holy Mountain, a top-ranking sect in the world of immortality. It is not sold to ordinary mortals for ten thousand gold. It is not easy for even those in the world of immortality to buy such a large bottle.

If he hadn't had a special status, Dan Shengshan wouldn't have given him such a large bottle half-sold, half-gifted.

You kid is only in the physical state of body training, do you know the goods?
"Brother Yi Fan, maybe you don't know him. This Yangqi Pill is the masterpiece of Danshengshan Fuling Master. Look at them!" Ge Hong pointed to the Tianjiao who had a bruised nose and swollen face and slowly approached, and continued: "They all They are outstanding talents from various sects, and they usually take this kind of elixir."

"Hehe, thank you, you should keep it for yourself, if the second senior brother who taught me alchemy sees me taking such a rubbish elixir, he can't beat me to death!" Yi Fan thanked Bumin.

"Who? Who taught you how to make alchemy? Dan Wuxin?"

Ge Hong was startled, isn't that guy a rat medicine maker?
According to Bai Mei, it was thanks to Dan Wuxin's decades of research on pills, that he wiped out all the snakes, insects, rats and ants within a hundred miles of the sect.

As a result, Shangqing Temple has never been plagued by insects and ants for so many years, and Dan Wuxin has played an important role in this aspect.

In addition, Dan Wuxin, Zhen Wudao, and by the way, there is that one named Fu Wuyuan. They have been taking the exam for eight consecutive years. All three of them have failed.

Anyway, one of the 360 ​​schools is decent, but all of them are interns playing support, you are also embarrassed.

No, no, no, there must be a problem.

If the registered disciples are all so powerful, how can their senior brothers be useless?
Besides, the analysis made by this boy just now is very clear and sound, and it doesn’t look like nonsense. Is it possible that his alchemy is more powerful than Master Poria?
Oh my good boy!
If so, how strong should Dan Wuxin, who taught this kid to make alchemy, really be?
By analogy, is it possible that the Shangqingguan, which has been practicing for more than half a century, is actually a group of unfathomable old monsters?

Seeing Ge Hong's obvious disbelief, and the obvious contempt in his expression and words, is it okay?
My second senior brother has mastered the highest realm of alchemy, a peerless master of Taoism, who do you look down on?

"Bring the pill!"

Yi Fan decided to teach these people a lesson.

Ge Hong was stunned and subconsciously handed over the jade bottle.

He poured out one casually, then threw the bottle to Ge Hong, and said solemnly: "Look carefully, what is the real elixir?"

With Yi Fan's palm, the pure white pill the size of a longan floated in the air.

"Pillage, the essence is the creation of heaven and earth. It is based on the spirit of all things. It is refined and extracted to obtain its essence, and then it is made with a suitable ratio!"

Yi Fan, who has mastered Tianlian, is like an academician of the Huaxia Academy of Sciences going back and solving elementary school students' problems.

"Look, the age, ratio, and refining method of the three herbs, Xuanxuegen, Lingmagpie Feather, and Five-colored Flower, are wrong, so there are so many erysipelas, and there are still many impurities that have not been refined out. This stuff Can people eat it?"

Yi Fan spoke clearly and logically, and a group of people were dizzy from hearing it.

Elder Ge dragged out the big, stupid man who was taking drugs, and hurriedly asked: "You are a disciple of Pill Sacred Mountain, tell me, is Yi Fan's comment correct?"

The man was dumbfounded and stammered: "Well, that seems right, right?"

"you ask me?"

Ge Hong is angry, you will take drugs when you are in love, right?

"It's true that I made a mistake. I didn't expect that the little master is not only brilliant in martial arts, but also has such extraordinary skills in alchemy. It seems that in this reserve talent reserve training conference, you Shangqingguan will no longer be lonely."

Elder Ge suddenly thought in his mind, could it be that Shangqingguan also learned about the incident, couldn't help but feel lonely, and wanted to get a share of the pie?
After figuring out the reason for his visit, Yi Fan took out the formation token, and brought Elder Ge and a group of young talents with bruised noses and swollen faces back to the sect.

"Oh?"

As soon as Elder Ge entered the mountain gate, his eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief.

Is this still the view of the Qing Dynasty?
Not right.

The building is still the same as before, but why does it feel like walking into a vegetable base?

Looking around, in addition to the simple and old buildings, the mountains and plains are full of cucumbers.

Yes, that’s right, it’s cucumber.

These cucumbers are growing well, big, thick and straight. Countless puppets are walking back and forth between the fields, fertilizing, picking, and the most basic cloud and rain formations are running in an orderly manner.

Everything seemed so peaceful and comfortable, but it was full of weirdness everywhere.

"This? This this?"

Elder Ge was speechless for a while, and all the young talents were also stunned.

Is this prestigious family tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years going to sell cucumbers?

"Hey, isn't this Elder Ge? Why didn't you tell me in advance? How disrespectful! How disrespectful!"

Baimei was watering the vegetables with a manure bucket in one hand and a manure spoon in the other, when he caught a glimpse of a large group of people coming in from a distance.

Taking a closer look, okay, that Elder Ge is here again.

Every time this guy comes, nothing good happens. He makes things difficult and sarcastic in every possible way, which makes Bai Mei fearful and helpless.

But this time he is not afraid anymore. Now that we have money, I will ask you if you are afraid of tens of millions.

Isn't it [-] a year dues?

Come on, come on, give us a guarantee for ten or eight years, and give you a tip of two hundred, which is considered hard-earned money.

Before people arrived, the thick stench of feces and water was already blowing in our faces.

Young talents are all god-like figures in the world, and they are also of great status in the world of cultivating immortals. Where have they seen such filthy things, all of them are shining brightly, covering their bodies, shielding the stench.

Unexpectedly, Elder Ge, who has always been domineering, was uncharacteristically bowing his knees, with a flattering smile on his face, stretched out his hands to meet him from afar, and said with a flowery smile: "Oh, brother Baimei, brother, I miss you so much!"

(End of this chapter)