Reincarnated in the world of cultivation, the male protagonist and I became brothers

Rong Nian's mouth twitched, it turned out that he was here to steal the male lead, what did he think it was.

"6, he said he wanted to teach the male protagonist. It's okay if I don't teach him." Rong Nian was worried that he had no place to put it. Unexpectedly, this elder came to his door immediately. Someone gave him a pillow when he was really sleepy. Don't be too happy.

"No, no! If the hero wants to be taught by someone else, our plot will be messed up." 666 firmly objected. He didn't want the small world to collapse before the task was completed.

Rong Nian was helpless, it seemed that he couldn't let it go, he could only fight for it.

"Elder Zhang, you think too highly of yourself." Rong Nian held Rong Tian in one hand and Gui Quan in the other, looking like he was about to take action.

"Don't be rude!" The guards around him immediately stepped forward and stood in front of Elder Zhang with their swords drawn.

Wang Wu looked at the scene of the upcoming battle and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. The situation was really not optimistic. Wang Wu wiped the cold sweat on his head and watched Elder Zhang slowly get up.

"Fellow Daoist Rong, what does this mean?" Elder Zhang seemed not to want to give up, and his hands gradually covered the magic weapon at his waist.

"Zhao Wuyin worshiped me as his master for one day, and I will be his master for life. I will never worship him as a second master again." Seeing what Elder Zhang meant, Rong Nian probably wouldn't let him go, and he was ready with a flick of his wrist. Take action.

"Master...Master." Zhao Wuyin was stunned at the door. Naturally, he heard Rong Nian's bold words and felt a little touched in his heart.

Rong Nian looked at the door and saw that Zhao Wuyuan had returned carrying the blunt sword.

Rong Nian coughed twice, took back the fountain, pointed at Elder Zhang and introduced, "This is the law enforcement elder."

Zhao Wuyin saluted the law enforcement elder, "Hello... sir."

Elder Zhang nodded, indicating that he had received it, and then motioned for everyone to put down their weapons. It would be embarrassing to do something in front of the juniors.

"Come here." Elder Zhang waved to Zhao Wuyin, but Zhao Wuyin glanced at Rong Nian. Rong Nian nodded and motioned for him to come over, and then he moved closer.

Elder Zhang touched his wrist, but he didn't expect that Zhao Wuyin was already at the second level of Qi refining. The information he found from the leader clearly said that he was at the first level.

Elder Zhang let go and gave Rong Nian a meaningful look. Without saying anything else, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Rong Nian was relieved to see that he didn't embarrass Zhao Wuyuan anymore.

"Elder Zhang is leaving now, why not stay and have dinner." Rong Nian wanted to say something disgusting to the old man, but he didn't expect that Elder Zhang didn't seem to understand.

"Okay." After saying that, he sat down on the spot and waited for Rong Nian to serve him the food.

The corners of Rong Nian's mouth twitched, he would have stopped talking if he had known better.

So the situation evolved into Rong Nian and Elder Zhang staring at each other, while Wang Wu was furiously wiping the sweat off his head while serving food to the two bosses. It was really difficult for him.

Zhao Wuyin was not affected at all, but he just felt that this dish was not as delicious as Master's...

Not to mention Rong Tian, ​​she ate so happily that her mouth never stopped.

Seeing that Rong Tian was eating happily, Elder Zhang picked up a piece of meat and put it into her bowl, "If you like it, eat more."

Elder Zhang had a kind face and a sweet look on his face, which made Rong Nian unhappy. He took out the meat again and put it aside.

Elder Zhang looked at his behavior and asked him with his eyes what he meant.

Rong Nian coughed twice, "Rong Tian is still young and cannot eat such a large piece of meat."

After hearing this, Elder Zhang picked up another piece of soft and glutinous taro. Rongtian was still small, so he could only grab it with his hands and chew it. He enjoyed eating it.

Rong Nian's eyes seemed to be turning serious. He was staring at the taro in Rong Tian's hand, as if he wanted to kill the taro.

Wang Wu looked at this scene and still didn't understand what Rong Nian meant, so he reached out and took out the taro in Rong Tian's hand.

"Young lady, you should be fed by a little person." He put the taro aside, as if he didn't intend to give it to Rong Tian.

Rong Nian was very satisfied with this scene and gave Wang Wu an approving look. Wang Wu laughed with him, thinking that this was really not a good job to be in charge of.

After finally finishing the meal, Rong Nian was finally able to send Elder Zhang away. Unexpectedly, the old man turned back to stare at him.

"How about I ask Rong Tian to stay with me for two days." Rong Nian didn't expect that this shameless old man would not only rob the male protagonist, but also his young apprentice. It was as if he had no apprentice left.

"No, Rong Tian is still young and can't live without others." Rong Nian waved his hand and refused. Seeing Elder Zhang leaving with regret, Rong Nian felt very happy.

Rong Nian turned to look at Zhao Wuyin and asked, "Have you finished cutting the bamboo?"

Zhao Wuyin knew that he was asking about his homework, so he quickly replied: "It will take some time."

Rong Nian nodded. He knew that the male protagonist would not be able to finish the chopping for a while, so he waved for him to go back to his room to practice. Seeing that Zhao Wuyin was gone, he turned and went out.

He is going to find someone to settle accounts...

Ji Junming was inspecting the growth of spiritual grass in the garden, with several disciples reporting to him.

Suddenly a strong wind passed by, blowing away the field of spiritual grass in front of him. Ji Junming felt heartache. This was the spiritual grass, the main component of the Foundation Establishment Pill. With one strike of his sword, Ji Junming's medicine refining peak You have to pay a lot more.

"Rong...nian!!" Ji Junming naturally knew who cast that sword light. Who else could use Tianshui swordsmanship so well? It was naturally his senior brother Mu Mu.

"Junior brother, you are alright." Rong Nian was discovered and very calmly walked to Ji Junming slowly.

"Junior brother, what happened to this spiritual field? Why are all the fairy grass in it gone?" Rong Nian asked clearly knowingly, which made Ji Junming very angry. The disciples behind him also dared to be angry and dare not speak.

Ji Junming waved his hand and told the disciples to step back. None of them were capable enough to fight in Rong Nian.

"You're not just here to take revenge on my fairy grass." After Ji Junming said that, he ignored Rong Nian and walked towards his yard.

Rong Nian thought to himself that Ji Junming was really smart, and he was indeed here to settle accounts, but a piece of spiritual grass was enough. He came to Ji Junming to learn alchemy.

"I want to learn alchemy." Rong Nian said very seriously.

Over there, Ji Junming seemed to have heard some joke. He stopped, covered his lips and chuckled, "You want to learn alchemy?"

"Yes." Rong Nian didn't know what Ji Junming was laughing at, and was confused for a while.

"You are a sword cultivator who wants to learn how to make alchemy. Master, if you know it, you will blame me." Ji Junming just thought that Rong Nian was not smart and suddenly said that he wanted to learn how to make alchemy. The title of the first sword cultivator was not for nothing.

Rong Nian thought to himself that he was discriminating against sword cultivators. Why couldn't he learn alchemy?

"He's not discriminating against you, it's just that your talent in swordsmanship is too strong, so there is no need to learn these things." 666 heard his voice and quickly added.

"No matter how strong he is, he can't be used as food." Rong Nian hopes that this alchemy talent will help him make a fortune. He doesn't want to be separated from the male protagonist without a skill. After all, Tianshui swordsmanship must be taught to him. Male protagonist, what if the male protagonist can't think about it anymore and stab him?

"What you said makes sense." 666 saw Rong Nian's thoughts and expressed his appreciation for Rong Nian's spirit of taking precautions.

"Don't worry about how I should learn." Ji Junming's mouth twitched when he heard Rong Nian's words. Why didn't he care? He was the one who taught him.

"You come with me first." Seeing that he seemed determined, Ji Junming didn't say much and led Rong Nian to his alchemy room.

Rong Nian looked at the various kinds of fairy grass inside. There was also a zundan stove in the middle, burning blue fireworks, which was mysterious and attractive.

Ji Junming dug around on the bookshelf, took out an introductory book on alchemy, and threw it to Rong Nian.

"If you want to make elixirs, you should memorize the basic elixir formulas first." Ji Junming didn't care what Rong Nian thought, anyway, he was the most benevolent and righteous person.

"Then what should I use to practice?" Rong Nian said and looked at Ji Junming's stove. Ji Junming was helpless. He couldn't let Rong Nian ruin his fourth-grade alchemy stove.

Ji Junming waved his hand and gave Rongnian a simple alchemy furnace, "Take it. This is the furnace that my master gave me when I first learned to make alchemy. Now it belongs to you."

Rong Nian was very curious when he looked at the stove, but as long as there was a stove, he didn't choose. He sat down on the spot and started refining the Bailing grass just picked from the ground.

Ji Junming looked at this scene and let him go, minding his own practice of elixirs.

Rong Nian controlled the yellow fireworks in the furnace and felt it was very strange. He threw a spirit-enhancing grass into it. Before Rong Nian started practicing, the spirit-enhancing grass turned into ashes.

"6, what's going on?" Rong Nian looked at the book carefully to see if there was something wrong with the steps that caused the Spiritual Grass to turn to ashes.

"Your steps are fine, but your control is wrong. You need to extract Bailingcao. Do you understand the extraction?" 666 still knows much more than Rong Nian, and he still understands refining a pill.

"Extraction? What do you mean?" Rong Nian still didn't understand and looked at the book.

666 saw that he had no skills, so he could only think about how to explain to Rong Nian.

"Just like when you cook, take the essence and remove the dross, stir-fry and season, and finally get the delicious food." 666 thought about it and felt that with Rongnian's talent in cooking, he should be able to understand.

"Cooking?" Rong Nian touched his chin and thought deeply. He seemed to have an epiphany, and threw another spirit grass into the stove. This time he was able to refine it and differentiate it, but it couldn't be combined into an elixir.

Rong Nian was not discouraged. He felt that with more practice, it would be no problem to become an elixir.

Ji Junming turned around and saw Rong Nian refining the spirit cultivating grass. He didn't expect that Rong Nian was really talented in refining medicine. He could actually find his way in by himself. It took a lot of time to think that he was just refining it. Over the past few months, it’s been really frustrating.

Thinking about it, Ji Junming walked behind Rong Nian to see how he was refining.

Ji Junming didn't expect that Rong Nian could actually differentiate the properties of the medicine. Looking at the strands of Bailing grass, Ji Junming was a little excited. With this talent, he didn't need to learn swordsmanship. Wouldn't he be able to learn alchemy from him? Grandmaster.

Ji Junming was so excited. Seeing that Rong Nian couldn't make the elixir, he thought that he must have encountered a dilemma. He raised his hand and took a few spiritual herbs from the table and threw them in again.

Rong Nian looked at Ji Junming and didn't say anything. He knew that this person was helping him, and he concentrated on refining the spiritual grasses and trying to fuse them into elixirs.

Rong Nian controlled the fusion of flames, sweat dripping from his forehead. Rong Nian had no time to pay attention to this. He stared at the spiritual grass in the stove. The spiritual grass was spinning in the flames. There were finally signs of fusion. Rong Nian knew that success or failure depended on this one move. Gradually increasing the firepower, I saw the spiritual grass slowly merging.

"It's done!"