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"I think this person is quite kind!" Chen Muyu said.

"Amiable? You haven't seen him fierce before!" Qin Hong shook his head, as if he didn't want to explain too much, "Anyway, I didn't let him come this time, but there will be a Dharma conference in Shao'e Mountain after the year. It is an annual practice for the Dharma gathering to be held. Shao'e Qingshen Jingyun three sects, as well as some colleagues from other sects, sit together and talk about Taoism. However, in the past few years, Laojun Guan and Qingjing Guan have become estranged. Laojun Guan has not participated in it for three years. I'm afraid this year I won’t be absent.”

"That's your Shao'eshan matter, and it has nothing to do with me." Chen Muyu replied indifferently.

Qin Hong looked at him and said, "Why doesn't it matter? You have brought down people's face and beaten them up. They only think that you are from our Shao'eshan people. If they try to punish us by some means, it has nothing to do with you." Hanging high, we don’t have many capable disciples, won’t we, Shao’e Mountain, be trampled into the mud in front of so many comrades?”

A black line was drawn on Chen Muyu's forehead, "Old man, are you blackmailing me?"

"I'm not blackmailing you, it's because Shao'e Mountain can't live without you for the time being. Why do our sect have so many people?" Qin Hong sighed, looking a little lonely, "After all, we were once a prominent sect in Shu, and now we don't even have decent disciples." There are only a few, less than twenty people in total. Each generation is really inferior to the last..."

Chen Muyu sat down next to Qin Hong, "Who can I blame? I don't blame you. I don't work hard enough. I blame my disciples for not working hard enough. I took the opportunity to visit Laojun Temple this time. Apart from anything else, I don't blame them. The conditions are indeed much better than yours."

"Senior brother said earlier that the throne would be passed on to you. How about you take the responsibility? With your ability, you should be able to carry forward the Shao'e sect." Qin Hong said.

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Hearing this, Chen Muyu waved his hands quickly, "No, I won't get on this broken ship of yours. I don't want to cause trouble for myself."

Khan, this little mouth is so sweet.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you, this is the herbal tea factory's share."

Qin Hong lost his temper. After all, the concept of tranquility was poor. This was a fact and there was no way to argue.

A check was returned from the tea table.

20 million, no more, no less.

"Old man, what you are doing is so bad..."

Chen Muyu was a little embarrassed. To be honest, he was a little embarrassed to mention this matter. Although they had talked about the herbal tea factory in advance, he didn't do anything at all. The 20 million was completely given to him.

This is 20 million, not 20,000, nor 200,000.

Qin Hong just gave it to him.

"Okay, stop pretending." Qin Hong shook his head helplessly, "Although I'm not as wealthy as Mo Zaiyan, who can make 100 million just by popping out from under his fingernails, I can still afford this little money. "

Holding the check in his hand, Chen Muyu smiled sarcastically.

I feel sorry for holding this money.

He knew in his heart that Qin Hong was afraid that he would regard him as his successor, and deliberately wanted Chen Muyu to have some contact with his business. The 20 million yuan was nothing more than to seduce Chen Muyu and let Chen Muyu follow Teng Hu to familiarize himself with the business process.

The elder gave it to him, but he didn't dare to refuse. He comforted himself, and Chen Muyu kept the money.

"Old man, I don't get this money from you for nothing."

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Muyu reached into his pocket and took out two porcelain bottles from the storage ring.

Put it on the table and handed it to Qin Hong.

"what?"

Qin Hong looked at the two porcelain bottles and looked up at Chen Muyu in confusion.

"Of course it's a good thing."

Chen Muyu smiled mysteriously, "A seventh-grade Shen Yuan Pill and a seventh-grade Condensing Yuan Pill are both pills used in the Yuan Shen realm. One pill for you and one for Senior Li will have much effect, so I won't Clear!"

"Elixir?"

When Qin Hong heard this, his eyes lit up.

Picking up a porcelain bottle, he opened the cap hesitantly.

Suddenly, a strong medicinal power hit his face, making Qin Hong's breathing stagnant, and he quickly covered the mouth of the bottle tightly for fear of losing his breath.

He raised his head, looked at Chen Muyu in shock, and lowered his voice, "Where did it come from?"

Alchemy recipes handed down in the martial arts world are already very rare. In today's era, even if there are alchemy recipes, it is difficult to find sufficient medicinal materials and mature alchemists. Therefore, elixirs are very rare. Very rare.

Especially this is a seventh-grade elixir, an elixir used in the Yuanshen realm, and there are two of them.

The moment he opened the bottle and felt the strong medicinal power, Qin Hong had no doubt about the authenticity of this elixir.

How could this boy Chen Muyu have such precious elixirs?

Regarding this issue, Chen Muyu had already made an excuse and said immediately, "The day before yesterday, I met an old man named Gu Zheng at Laojun Temple. He is almost 150 years old and has reached the peak of the Void Refining Realm. This She gave me the elixir."

"Senior Ancient?"

Qin Hong was shocked, "Is she still alive?"

"When I saw her, she was still alive and well!" Chen Muyu laughed, "Why, old man, do you also know this ancient senior?"

Hearing this, Qin Hong smiled bitterly, "How could I not recognize the two former presidents of the Xichuan Martial Arts Association? There are probably not many people like her in the country. There were some in the past few years. There were rumors that she had passed away, but I didn’t expect that she was still alive..."

Yes, 149 years old has reached the limit of human lifespan. It is incredible that a person can live to such an old age.

"She is also from our Chen Jiayan, old man, do you know about this?"

"Um?"

Qin Hong almost choked on his tea, "What are you talking about? Who did you listen to?"

"She said it herself. Her ancestral home is Chen Jiayan. I asked my dad last night and he didn't know that there are any families in Chen Jiayan with the surname Gu!"

“This is the first time I’ve heard of this!”

Qin Hong was obviously surprised by this information. He was stunned for a while and then turned to Chen Muyu, "Is she still in Laojun Guan? Then I have to find time to visit!"

"Come on!"

Chen Muyu was happy when he heard this, "Old man, Master Mo wanted to come to Shao'e, but you declined. Now you want to go to Qingshen to have fun?"

"That's different!"

Qin Hong's face trembled slightly, "I'm going to pay homage to the ancient senior, not to see him Mo Zaiyan..."

"It's in vain to go!"

Chen Muyu waved his hand, "When I came down from Qingshen Mountain, she had already left Laojun Temple. She said she wanted to find a place to cultivate and break through her current realm!"

Hearing this, Qin Hong was slightly startled, "That's right. If she is still alive, her lifespan should have reached its limit. Breaking through the realm is indeed a top priority for her..."

After a while, Qin Hong came back to his senses, looked at the two bottles in front of him, struggled for a while, and pushed them back to Chen Muyu, "Senior Gu gave it to you, and you can't give it to me again!"