After just one study, he had already learned that Feng Xingying was forcibly pushed out of the Xihuang Sword Space.
The current capacity of the Xihuang Sword space is a whole day, which means that Feng Xingying studied in the space for a whole day.
After being sent out, Feng Xingying's brain was also swollen and he started writing again.
"Master, eat something. Don't be hungry. Tutu will feed you." Sesame held the cake and stuffed it into Feng Xingying's mouth.
Feng Xingying only took a sip, then stopped writing and his eyes lit up.
"Where's Yunxiang?"
"Miss." Yunxiang timidly showed her head from behind a machine beast:
"I originally wanted to practice hard, but the master said it would be dangerous for me to stay in Dali Congress, so he sent me here."
"Oh? What happened to Dali Kingdom?" Feng Xingying's eyes lit up.
"It's nothing serious. I don't understand it. There are just a lot of strange people here. The master said those people are bad people and we should ignore them, so he brought me here." Yunxiang was just a little confused. Except the meal was well done.
"What about Qin Shiyi?"
"He went into seclusion. My master said he would repay his life-saving grace for me and gave him a book of exercises, and he went into seclusion."
"Where's your master?"
"I don't know. He sent me here and disappeared."
“…”
Feng Xingying stopped asking, how could Yunxiang, a little confused person, understand the tricks of an old fox like Master Mei Yu.
Anyway, Master Mei Yu sent her a little cook, and Feng Xingying was in a good mood.
After so long, she finally ate Yunxiang's pastry, and Feng Xingying felt like tears filled her eyes.
In particular, Yun Xiang is not only good at cooking, but also knows how to cook a large batch at a time.
No, in just half a day, the seniors in Taiji Palace treated Yunxiang better than she, the palace master.
Feng Xingying almost snatched four or five pastries from the wolves' mouths and hurriedly entered the space again to honor her heavenly master.
Being able to eat cakes, Lihuang Tianzun was in a good mood and gave Feng Xingying something:
"This portable stove was made for your little maid when Master Xianlai was bored. Let her play with it as she pleases. You can also study it. This is something between weapon refining and mechanism art."
Lihuang Tianzun looked arrogant.
Arrogant, your sister!
Feng Xingying couldn't even complain. Isn't it just a portable automatic temperature-controlled oven driven by spiritual crystals? I really thought I was crazy.
But this thing is really useful. With this thing, Yunxiang doesn't need to stare at the stove when making pastries, which can save a lot of time.
Without saying a word, Feng Xingying went out again, threw the things to Yunxiang, and asked her to ask Senior Sang Zhi, who was good at mechanism skills in Taiji Palace, for advice, and then slipped into the space.
"The current mechanism technique has long since declined. Only the gods can possess the truly powerful mechanism technique."
After Feng Xingying struggled for three days and three nights, and finally made a strange machine man with right arms and legs that looked like he was wearing a piece of iron armor, Lihuang Tianzun looked arrogant and began to increase the difficulty of education again.
"But the Gods no longer exist, so let's just make do with it. Could it be that the mechanism technique used by the Gods is different from the one we use?" Feng Xingying looked helpless.
No matter how good the Protoss is, it is still history.
"Of course it's different! The machine people and machine beasts of the Gods are alive, and this thing of yours is just a piece of junk at best."
"..." Feng Xingying was speechless.
Looking at the machine in front of me, it looks quite shabby. It looks like a machine for nothing and doesn't have many functions at all.