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Song Huaiqing was multitasking, feeling the melting state of the herbs with his spiritual consciousness while controlling the heat.

After a while, all the Seven Star Grass melted and mixed with the Turing Flower, exuding a burst of medicinal fragrance.

Seeing that the time was right, he made a small slit on his fingertip, and a few drops of blood fell into the alchemy furnace and was absorbed instantly. Then, a small buzzing sound was emitted from the alchemy furnace, which continued to ripple outward.

Song Huaiqing finally injected a burst of spiritual power and formed seals with his hands. After a moment, a snow-white elixir appeared in the elixir furnace, with traces of lines on it.

Is this Tuolingdan?

Song Huaiqing picked up Tuoling Dan and was a little curious.

He was very surprised that he succeeded in the first time. During the refining process, he felt that all the techniques were familiar to him, and the refining was successful naturally, as if he had refining it before.

Is this the instinct of the original body?

Song Huaiqing couldn't help but clicked his tongue. It seemed that the original person was really gifted and was born to cultivate immortality.

After putting away the Tuoling Dan, Song Huaiqing took a bath and fell asleep.

……

"Master, wake up, get up and have breakfast."

When Song Huaiqing was woken up by Xiao Fangchi, he had the intention of destroying the world.

"Are you looking for death?"

Song Huaiqing reluctantly opened his eyes, his eyes as cold as ice.

Xiao Fangchi took two steps back and whispered: "Master, it has been a long time. Elder Ye ordered his disciples to bring the tonic soup and told me to make Master drink it as soon as possible."

What time?

Song Huaiqing's mind turned around hesitantly. It seemed to be around nine o'clock in modern times, right?

Okay, okay, wake him up after nine o'clock, right?

"If you don't want to drink, get out."

Song Huaiqing fell back on the bed without even thinking about it.

He wanted to sleep quickly while he was still awake.

"Master, please drink the tonic soup first." Xiao Fangchi was afraid that he would fall asleep again, so he quickly stepped forward and kept calling him, "Master? Master? Wake up."

Xiao Fangchi's voice kept buzzing in his ears like a mosquito.

The drowsiness in Song Huaiqing's mind disappeared instantly, leaving only anger.

He was angry when he woke up, which was quite serious. Xiao Fangchi still insisted on bothering him, so don't blame him.

He sat up again, looked at the person in front of him, and stretched out his hand: "Give me the medicine."

Hearing this, Xiao Fangchi took the bowl aside and handed it over.

Taking the bowl, Song Huaiqing raised his hand and poured all the tonic soup towards Xiao Fangchi.

Xiao Fangchi was splashed all over his face, and the dark tonic soup flowed down his face, which was extremely funny.

Fortunately, the tonic soup was warm and did not burn him.

Seeing that Xiao Fangchi was not hot, Song Huaiqing became even more angry and threw the bowl on the ground, "I want to drink hot tea."

"Master, wait a moment."

Xiao Fangchi ignored his own embarrassment and turned around to make tea for Song Huaiqing.

After a while.

"Master, the hot tea is ready." Xiao Fangchi held the tea cup.

Song Huaiqing didn't answer, looked at Xiao Fangchi for two seconds, then stood up and picked up the teapot.

He came to Xiao Fangchi and tilted the teapot.

The hot tea inside poured down and poured on Xiao Fangchi's hands. The hot tea was made by him just now and it was very hot.

In an instant, the back of his hand turned red.

Xiao Fangchi trembled and was about to throw the teacup in his hand.

"No, no, throw it away."

Song Huaiqing spoke lightly.

Xiao Fangchi stopped immediately and squeezed the tea cup again, trying hard not to let the tea cup fall.

The back of his hand had begun to blister, and the pain caused the muscles in his hand to tremble unconsciously.

Song Huaiqing just quietly observed Xiao Fangchi's reaction, his hands moving unabated until he poured out all the hot tea in the teapot.

At this time, Xiao Fangchi's relatively fair hands were already red, with several bubbles rising, but he held the tea cup firmly without spilling a drop.

Song Huaiqing then took the tea cup in his hand, drank it all in one gulp, and praised, "The tea is well brewed."

Xiao Fangchi retracted his hand, but still kept squeezing the tea cup. His hands were numb from the pain, and his knuckles could not be bent easily. He could only carefully try to move his fingers one by one in small movements.

However, no matter how careful he was, he still touched it, and a burning pain shot through his body.

Fingers connected to the heart are never rootless words.

Song Huaiqing saw all this, and the anger in his heart had not dissipated, so he asked: "Does it hurt?"

Xiao Fangchi seemed to have a look of fear on his face, his body shook twice unconsciously, and he said aggrievedly: "It hurts, Master, it hurts me so much."

There was a strong cry in his voice, and his eyes were filled with mist, as if he was about to shed tears in the next second.

"Hmph." Song Huaiqing hummed, "It's okay if it hurts, just bear with it."

Who told him to insist on coming to him to seek abuse?

Deserve it.

"From now on, the hot tea I drink cannot be too hot or too cold, and the tea must be made with fresh morning dew. Do you understand?"

"Disciple knows."

Seeing Xiao Fangchi's resigned look, Song Huaiqing couldn't help but be a little confused.

[Zero Zero Zero, quickly check Xiao Fangchi’s blackening value. 】

[Okay, host. 】Zero zero seconds to reply to him, 【The target has no blackening value so far. 】

【What? ! ] Song Huaiqing was shocked, [How is it possible that I treated him like this yesterday and bullied him like this this morning, without any blackening value at all? Did you make a mistake? 】

How could his disciple be so tolerant?

Or is it that in Xiao Fangchi's eyes, his mentor filter is too heavy?

[Impossible, the system will not make mistakes, the target does not have any blackening value. 】

Oh shit!

Song Huaiqing couldn't help but cursed in his heart, was Xiao Fangchi sick? He had treated him like this and didn't have any other ideas?

He looked at Xiao Fangchi again, trying to see something from that embarrassed face.

Feeling his gaze, Xiao Fangchi raised his head.

"Master, do you have something to tell me?"

After thinking about it, Song Huaiqing finally spoke: "You...are you not angry if I treat you like this?"

Hearing this, Xiao Fangchi showed a harmless smile and bared his big teeth, "No, Master can punish me in any way. This disciple will definitely correct himself and strive to do better every time. He will not let Master down." !”

Master must have a reason for doing this.

Xiao Fangchi smiled silly, like a silly son of a landlord who didn't know anything about the world.

The concoction on his face dried up, leaving dark marks. He looked ugly and embarrassed, but his eyes were very bright, and he looked like he trusted him wholeheartedly.

Song Huaiqing suddenly felt blocked and a little uncomfortable.

He was so stupid that he could live on the streets for several years. I don’t know how he survived.

Could it be that his family was deliberately training him?

At this time, even after reading the original work, Song Huaiqing couldn't help but have doubts.

"Forget it, you go down and clean up first." Song Huaiqing was a little frustrated and threw a bottle of medicine to Xiao Fangchi, "For external application, three times a day."

"Thank you Master!"