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Song Chuyi held the branch and started dancing.

He has an elegant posture, and there is a sense of coolness in every move.

After dancing a few moves, Song Chuyi looked at Si Yuanye expectantly.

Si Yuanye's expression was cold, "Your sword moves are too soft and have no killing intent."

Song Chuyi threw down the branch, "Because I didn't want to kill anyone."

"Master, you asked me to learn my own way of swordsmanship. This is my way of swordsmanship."

Si Yuanye looked at Song Chuyi in surprise.

"Have you figured out your own way of swordsmanship?"

"Yeah!" Song Chuyi nodded heavily, "Master, am I very powerful?"

【Hurry up and praise me! Hurry up and praise me! 】

Si Yuanye:......

"The talent is acceptable." He gave him two grains of breath soil, "This breath soil is for you."

"Now that you have figured out your own swordsmanship, you must practice it every day and don't let it go to waste."

Song Chu nodded repeatedly, but thought in his heart: [How can it be more fun to practice swordsmanship every day than growing moonlight grass, hehe. 】

Si Yuanye frowned slightly, "You are quite talented in the way of swordsmanship. You must not go astray and delay your future."

Song Chuyi responded to everything on the surface, but in his heart:

[Master really cares about me, he really does, I cry to death. 】

[Who said that my master is a cold and ascetic type? He is obviously a talkative type. 】

Si Yuanye, who heard Song Chuyi’s voice:...

He stopped talking and didn't even look at Song Chuyi.

The wind blew and he disappeared.

Song Chuyi was not in a hurry. Anyway, he would definitely get along with Si Yuanye a lot in the future, so he was not in a hurry for this moment.

The most important thing now is of course planting moonlit grass!

Song Chuyi quickly returned to his thatched house with two grains of soil. He sprinkled the soil, and the originally yellow soil turned into deep black in an instant.

He raised his head and glanced at the sky. There was still an hour before the ion hour, and he had to wait for the midnight hour to arrive.

Taking advantage of this time, he dug out an alchemy furnace from the ring Si Yuanye gave him.

The alchemy furnace is very small, about the size of a palm, and it is the most common kind.

Song Chuyi put the alchemy furnace on the ground, casually pulled a few grasses from the side, threw them into the alchemy furnace and started to make elixirs.

Long Aotian, his alchemy skills must be full, otherwise how can he make money?

You must know that practicing a religion costs money, and you cannot do it without strong funds.

A few minutes later, the alchemy furnace puffed and a plume of smoke came out.

Several black pills rolled out.

Song Chuyi picked them up and put them into the porcelain vase.

Xiao Tong, who witnessed this scene: [Host, how do you know how to make elixirs? 】

Song Chuyi: [You don’t understand, our Long Aotian’s alchemy talent is full. 】

Xiaotong: [……]

[Host, what is Long Aotian? 】

Song Chuyi: [Long Aotian is Long Aotian, he is a very awesome existence. You will know how awesome I am when you see that I can make elixirs from just a few weeds. 】

[Well... you can understand it as the son of heaven! 】

Xiao Tong: [Wow, the host is so powerful! 】

Song Chuyi chuckled, [Keep a low profile, anyway, there is no need to worry about lack of money in this world. 】

As he said this, he pulled out a few more weeds and threw them into the alchemy furnace, then casually pinched a Fire Condensing Technique.

[Although I don’t know what these elixirs do, they can definitely be taken. 】

[When I plant the Moonlight Grass when I am a child, I will take these elixirs to the auction, and then I will have money to buy other medicinal materials. 】

Xiaotong: [Come on host! 】

Xiao Tong originally wanted to tell the old man next to his host that he seemed to have become stronger after eating its energy, but the old man hadn't woken up yet, and the host was concentrating on refining elixirs. Well... it had better wait until the old man woke up before telling the host. Bar.

At this time, Song Chuyi had no idea that the old man who was supposed to die in the background of the story had been revived by Xiao Tong, and he was still concentrating on refining his elixir.

When midnight came, he planted the moonlit grass, cut his finger, and squeezed five drops of blood.

The seeds were buried in the soil and absorbed the moonlight and Song Chuyi's blood. In a matter of seconds, small sprouts sprouted out.

"Success!"

Song Chuyi spoke excitedly and touched the bud with his fingertips, "You must grow up well."

He stood up and was about to collect the pills he had made and take them to the auction.

At this time, an unknown wind blew up, and a flash of white appeared in front of him.

Song Chuding took a look and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Cat!"

He knelt down and stretched out his hand towards Maomao.

"Where are you from, Cat?"

Squatting next to the buds is a snow-white Maine Coon cat. It is very big and looks very majestic.

But the claws that kept testing the bud still exposed the fact that it was not domineering at all.

Song Chuyi saw that the Maine Coon cat was going to ruin the moonlight grass, and he quickly said: "No!"

The Maine Coon tilted its head, as if she didn't understand why he was stopping her.

"That's the moonlight grass that saves the world, don't waste it!"

Song Chuyi took advantage of the Maine Coon cat's unpreparedness and took it into his arms with a swoop.

The Maine Coon cat struggled, but Song Chuyi held its limbs, preventing it from struggling away.

Song Chuyi buried his head on Maomao's chest and took a deep breath.

"Mao Mao, you smell so good."

"Who raised you to be so beautiful?"

"It can't be my father and master, right?"

"Oh, what name will Master give you?"

"Xiao Si? Xiao Yuan? Or Xiao Ye Ye?"

"Don't they all sound good?"

"Looking at how white you are, why don't you call me Xiaobai?"

Maine Coon Cat:…

Si Yuanye didn't expect that he would change into his original shape after so many years.

Half of the demon blood flows in his body, and his father is a Maine among the demons.

He inherited his father's bloodline and will change into his original form when his mood becomes unstable.

What's more, he didn't expect that he would come to his newly accepted disciple without any control.

Just a few minutes ago, he smelled a special fragrance, and when he came to his senses, he was already standing here.

Still like the Maine people.

He was held in Song Chuyi's arms and couldn't break free.

And...his disciple talks a little too much.

The level of naming is also very poor.

but……

Si Yuanye's eyes fell on the mountain of pills next to him, and he could feel the pure energy emanating from the pills.

His apprentice also seemed to have extraordinary talent in alchemy.

Thinking about how he could find his own way of swordsmanship so quickly and his almost perfect sword moves, Si Yuanye had doubts for the first time.

Is there really such a genius in this world?

He didn't need to think too much, Song Chuyi stood here as if he was the answer.

"Xiao Bai, you didn't refute me, then you will be called Xiao Bai from now on!"

Song Chu made a decision one by one and decided on the name Xiaobai.

Si Yuanye, who never expected to be able to refute:...

He had a feeling that his life in the future would not be too peaceful, oh, no, it would not be too peaceful.