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Bo Yang's face changed, and he asked nervously:

"He didn't say who he was angry with. He was injured and couldn't..."

As if he sensed the inquiry in Shi Yao's eyes, he coughed lightly and said in a high and cold voice:

"Master is not feeling well, so you as his disciple must be more careful and serve him. Go to Elder Qishan's Zongyaotang and get some medicine for him. Tell him to take care of his health."

After saying that, he glanced at him arrogantly, flicked his sleeves and left.

Shi Yao's eyes twitched. Could this guy be sick?

Elegant and refined? How could he not see that? He was just an arrogant person who only talked to himself.

Qi Shan, a well-known miracle doctor in the world of cultivation, is a humorous person. His herbal medicine class is even more popular than Bo Yang's swordsmanship class. In the Wanjian Sect, he is one of the few people who can make Shi Yao look at him differently.

As soon as he entered the Zong Pharmacy, he was almost choked to death by the strong smell of herbs. He walked in, covering his nose, and saw a hunchbacked old man adding something to the medicine pot with a depressed look.

"I say, Old Man Qi, you're almost done with the marinating, what are you doing?"

Qi Shan made a hushing sound with his finger, asking him not to speak, and then continued to fiddle with it. Shi Yao curled his lips, opened the window, and then casually walked around the medicine cabinet.

After a long while, Qi Shan suddenly squatted down with his head in his hands, and shouted in distress:

"What should I do? I'm missing that one ingredient. I'm an old man and I have a terrible headache."

Shi Yao was so frightened that the skull fossil in his hand almost broke to the ground. He quickly picked it up and looked at it with some dismay:

"I'm wondering what's wrong with you? Are you short of treasures? My master has plenty of them."

Qi Shan and Shi Yao were at odds with each other, shaking their heads and saying:

"Your master doesn't have any either. I want to make a pill. You also know the Extreme Yin Saint Body, right? This kind of body can be cultivated very quickly, but it is very difficult to recover from injuries.

I have been researching for a long time, and the only thing missing is the Seven Clouds Lotus, which is said to bloom in the Fanyin Demon Realm and takes a thousand years to bloom. It is extremely rare."

Hi, what else did you think?

Shi Yao remembered seeing a seven-colored lotus in the treasure house of the Demon Realm, so it must be this.

He knew Qi Shan was doing this for Su Junli. Thinking that the man had helped him in his dual cultivation, this thing could be considered as a return gift. Shi Yao's eyes rolled:

"Old man, I know where it is. The Skyrim Secret Realm will be opened soon. Maybe it's there. I promise to help you find it. Please answer me a question first."

Qi Shan knew about this ancient secret realm, so it was a good idea, and he became more excited:

"Well, you ask?"

"Why was my master injured? What happened after the death of the Great Desolate Demon Emperor Hunxu a hundred years ago?"

Qi Shan glanced outside the door and pulled Shi Yao over:

"It is said in the outside world that Immortal Venerable Ye Heng was injured by the Demon Emperor. In fact, it is not true at all. He was struck by the thunder tribulation and the corrosive wind of the Nether Abyss. He has been drowsy for the past hundred years, and suffers from the backlash of extreme cold every day. He is in unbearable pain.

Even the head of the sect doesn’t know about this. Your master won’t let me tell you, so please don’t tell anyone.”

Qi Shan told this secret to Shi Yao because he was Su Junli's closed disciple, but it caused an uproar in Shi Yao's heart.

Su Junli actually fell into the Nether Abyss? Yes, otherwise how could he get the Blazing Sky Sword.

What on earth is going on? A thought flashed through Shi Yao's mind, but he quickly overturned it himself.

Impossible. That person loves to contradict me the most and must wish I were dead.

It was already evening when Shi Yao returned to Yeheng Mountain. He did not expect that the man was sitting on the top of the mountain, as if waiting for him to come home.

Home? Shi Yao felt that he was really pretending to be a disciple too much, haha...

Su Junli saw Shi Yao and stood up gracefully, looking at the thing in his hand with curiosity:

"What is it? Are you still going to cook tonight?"

Shi Yao stood a few meters away, looked at him for a while, and smiled brightly: "Yes, I will teach you how to make real fermented rice balls."

for real?

Su Junli's interest was aroused, and he and Suanni obediently followed Shi Yao towards the kitchen.

Shi Yao was already used to it, but today only Suanni was sitting by the door, and Su Junli was asked to knead the dough with clean hands.

After Shi Yao prepared the rice wine, red dates and rock sugar, he looked back at him, sighed, and had to walk behind him, hold his hands, and teach him how to knead the dough.

"Take your time, add warm water in small amounts and multiple times, the dough should be smooth and not sticky, then roll them into balls of uniform size one by one."

Su Junli couldn't hear anything at all, or he couldn't concentrate. The posture of being held in his arms made him feel dizzy. He wanted to avoid it, but it seemed too deliberate.

Shi Yao's joints were a bit rough, and there were thick calluses on his palms. Rubbing his hands made Su Junli feel itchy, which awakened certain memories in her body and made her feel shortness of breath.

Fortunately, at this time, Shi Yao let go of him and went to the stove, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When he came back to his senses, Shi Yao brought three bowls of sweet soup, one bowl for Suanni and two bowls on the table outside the yard.

Su Junli was sitting at the table, and was a little surprised to see the bright soup and the sticky and steaming food:

"Is this fermented rice balls? Why are they different from what Master made for me?"

Shi Yao was surprised: "Don't tell me that what Patriarch Xuqi did was exactly what you looked like that day?"

Seeing him nod, Shi Yao slapped his forehead and felt that the founder of the Wanjian Sect was also unreliable. He had misled his disciples for so many years and still looked so satisfied. It was really a sin.

Seeing Su Junli couldn't wait to scoop one up with a spoon and put it in his mouth, Shi Yao hurriedly stopped him, sat next to him, and blew on it for him:

"It's hot. Summer isn't the time to eat this. I don't even need to blow on it."

Su Junli looked at him in a daze, then saw the spoon reaching towards her mouth, and she opened her mouth and ate it unconsciously.

"How is it? Is it too sweet?"

He saw that this person seemed to like sweet things, so he added an extra spoonful of sugar to the taste, but he himself didn't like such sweetness.

But Su Junli shook his head like a fool: "I swallowed it, but didn't taste it."

Shi Yao was speechless and amused. How on earth did he regard this person as his opponent? He was so foolish in real life. But soon, a satisfied exclamation sounded from the side:

"So sweet and delicious, your fermented rice balls are better than those made by Master and Senior Brothers."

He finished the bowl quickly. Seeing him looking at him eagerly, Shi Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry so he pushed his bowl over to him. After thinking for a while, he asked:

"Are your brothers treating you well?"

Su Junli's cheeks bulged. After chewing and swallowing, he recalled and said:

"The eldest brother is old and takes good care of me. Senior brother Bo Yang makes me rice wine balls and always plays with me."

Shi Yao narrowed his eyes and said, "You mean, after Xu Qi died, it was Bo Yang who cooked?"

"No, he only makes it for me. He knows I like sweets. Speaking of which, Senior Brother Bo Yang really cares about me.

By the way, can you make this tomorrow? It’s really sweet.”

Shi Yao stood up and glanced at him coldly: "If you want to eat it in the future... make it yourself"