In the small dark room, looking at him from such a close distance, the beauty of the other party is almost flawless - however, the most striking thing is not his appearance, but the aloofness that seems to be cold and cold in the face of everything.
At this time, Yan Lei was about 80% sure that those few foundation building pills were made by the young man in front of him. To be able to make a medicinal pill with such a high degree of fusion, he has no doubt that the talent of the person in front of him must have long been favored by the great master, and he will try his best to cultivate it as a disciple. Now there is only one problem -
With a suave smile on Yan Lei's face, he said, "I just ask your friend, is your teacher a member of the Holy Sect?"
Lin Zhizhi shook his head calmly.
"That's good. To tell the truth, I belong to the Qing Fengzong Yan Lei, and I want to cooperate with friends. I don't know if you know the 'Dan Yan'?" Yan Lei breathed a sigh of relief, and gradually introduced himself to dig three feet to find Lin the real purpose of knowing.
Lin Zhizhi continued to shake his head.
Yan Lei had already assigned Lin Zhizhi the identity of "a successor of loose cultivators who had been hidden for many years", and explained to him in great detail: "In Yuntian Continent, the Twelve Sacred Sects will be held in turn every ten years. The large-scale alchemy event is called 'Dan Banquet', and the Twelve Sacred Sect decides the allocation of resources in the past ten years through its final ranking. This year's 'Dan Banquet' is hosted by my Qingfeng Sect, but it is ashamed to say , Qing Fengzong has been weak in recent years, and even the chief disciple has fallen not long ago, and none of the remaining disciples can afford the strength to participate in the 'Dan Banquet'. If this is the case, it will be fine, but it will fall at the end. But in addition to the twelve sects, there are several major sects who are eager to replace the Qing Fengzong and enter the twelve holy sects. If they fail again this time, they are afraid that they will fall from one of the holy sects... These are the truth. I know, I don't need to hide it. This time I accompanied Master to go out, the purpose is to find someone to join my Qingfeng Sect to participate in this 'Dan Banquet'."
After hearing this, Lin Zhizhi questioned the process of 'Dan Yan': "Is it okay to join temporarily?"
Yan Lei said: "There is no need to worry about this. As long as the people we find agree, we will declare that they are disciples secretly cultivated by our sect - as long as they represent the Qing Feng sect, even if most people know the truth, they have to admit that the results are valid."
"Apart from that eldest disciple, does your sect have no other people who can fight?"
This time, Yan Lei hesitated for a moment before laughing bitterly: "This involves some inside information... Forgive me, I can't say. Of course, if fellow Daoists agree, we will tell you in detail. Not only that, as long as we can help our sect keep Holy sect status, we are willing to pay a great price—"
"for example?"
"We can provide you with spirit stones, medicinal pills, and medicinal formulas in unlimited quantities. Qing Fengzong will become your most loyal backing in the future. Naturally, some of my sect's secrets that have not been passed on will also be passed on to you, including the treasure of Zhenzong... However, to sign a soul contract, no rumors are allowed. If you have any requirements, as long as we can do them, we will try our best to meet them. I don’t know what friendship intentions are? "Yan Lei lured him to benefit. At the very beginning, he spoke plausibly, but later, looking at Lin Zhizhi's unmoved eyes, he immediately realized that such a person would not be easily moved by those material interests—Ya quickly turned the conversation around and led to him. The last sentence.
This condition is actually quite favorable. But Lin Zhizhi also guessed that there are more difficulties Yan Lei did not explicitly say.
- Such a big sect, there must be people who stick to the old rules, how can a young disciple decide such an important candidate? Presumably what Yan Lei is looking for is just a "candidate", and then he will face competition, tests from the elders, and maybe there will be more severe difficulties when he arrives there...
If he can't pass, Yan Lei's words are just looking to Mei to quench his thirst.
In Lin Zhizhi's original plan, he planned to have a long-term cooperation with the big chain brand Spirit Medicine Pavilion, and then hold an auction, and occasionally take action to practice pills for a specific cultivator, so as to gain popularity - as a cultivator in the Central Continent, the Lin family The young master doesn't even know what "Dan Yan" is.
Now that Yan Lei took the initiative to offer this better opportunity, Lin Zhizhi naturally would not refuse.
Competition and difficulty? He was never afraid of these.
Yan Lei nervously waited for the other party's reply. In the silence, he saw the black-haired young man in front of him open his lips and said, "It's really me who made the medicine pill. I can try to help you."
Yan Lei breathed a sigh of relief, and put on a happy expression again. He was too handsome to fight: "Then we are allies now. Will something happen to Brother Lin Xian? Come to see my master with me this afternoon?"
Lin Zhizhi gave him a leisurely look: "I'm going down the mountain before you come."
Yan Lei was probably someone who didn't know how to read his face, so he was stunned: "I accompany you?"
The young master of the Lin family glanced coldly at the handsome young man with his mentally retarded eyes, waved his long sleeves, and Yujian went down the mountain. When he came back after eating the noodles contentedly, Yan Lei was still waiting at the door of his house - he didn't know if he had just come or had never left.
Yan Lei is also wearing a blue shirt today, with a small green phoenix embroidered near the neckline, which is a sect uniform. Standing together with Lin Zhizhi, he looked like a pair of brothers with different temperaments from a distance.
"I just came back from Master, and he said he wanted to see you." Seeing Lin Zhizhi coming back, Yan Lei pulled him excitedly and was about to leave.
Lin Zhizhi avoided his outstretched hand, raised his chin, and gestured for the other party to lead the way in a natural way: "Don't touch me, I'll just follow you."
Yan Lei: "..."
-Feeling despised...
The current eldest disciple of Qing Fengzong faced bitterness, took on the role of a wayfinding guide, and brought Lin Zhizhi to the small courtyard prepared for Qing Fengzong by Biyun Sect.
Yan Lei's master is an old man with a personality very similar to him. He is dressed in a gray robe, with layers of golden runes on his cuffs, and a purple gold gourd hanging around his waist. He is sitting in the lobby drinking with a woman in pink. Tea. On the left of the two, there was also a gloomy-looking man, chatting with the old man from time to time.
"Oops, why is he here?" Yan Lei screamed badly from the first second he opened the door. The young man immediately closed the door again, pulled Lin Zhizhi aside and said softly, "Let's come again when that person is gone."
"Who is he?"
"His name is Yan Qilu, and he is also a disciple of Qing Fengzong. He is not right with me. He wants to recommend his person to represent Qing Fengzong to participate in the Dan Banquet. I chose you. Originally, I wanted Master to see you first, as long as Master Satisfied, he can't say anything anymore." Yan Lei squeezed the word "Chuan" out of his brows and explained to Lin Zhizhi angrily.
"—Yan Lei, what are you hiding here? You haven't brought guests in?" The old man's voice was poured into his spiritual power, and it came out loudly through the door.
"Understood, Master." Yan Lei shouted at the door with a drooping face. Turning his head, he looked at Lin Zhizhi eagerly again: "I'm so sorry, he will probably make things difficult for you later, can you?"
In Yan Lei's heart, Lin Zhizhi should have been the kind of person who had been taught by a loose cultivator since childhood, and had developed such a temperament that he didn't like to talk or be touched by others. Yan Qiluo likes to use aggressive methods to insult others the most. He is really worried that Lin Zhizhi will not be able to bear the humiliation and will be hit.
The black-haired boy did not answer him directly, but said lightly, "Go in."
At the door, Yan Lei trivially tidied up the messy clothes from the journey, smoothed the fluffy hair, and finally adjusted his expression, restrained his demeanor, and pushed the door with his chest and back straight.
"I've seen Shizun. Hey, Junior Sister, you're here too." He first said hello to the old man, then he looked at the pink-clothed woman, nodding to her, ignoring Yan Qilu the whole time - Lin Zhizhi also glanced at the charming girl The woman found out that this was the person who chatted with Yan Lei on the second floor of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion that day.
"Don't be sloppy!" the old man scolded. Seeing that Yan Lei didn't speak anymore, he looked at Lin Zhizhi - this person was absolutely extraordinary in both manner and bearing. Even because of the blue shirt, he faintly let him give birth to the idea of "this child should be my apprentice". A white light flashed between the old man's fingers, and a round medicinal pill appeared on the table: "Yan Lei told me. Little friend, is this the medicinal pill you made?"
The old man's words caused the eyes of the rest of the people present to fall on the black-haired boy.
Lin Zhizhi took a look and saw that this was one of the Lingling Pills he sold to Lingyao Pavilion: "Yes."
The frame above the old man's head [favorability index 30, attitude is scrutiny] praised: "It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and the degree of integration is as high as 70%. Looking at the holy sect, it can be regarded as one of the best."
This paragraph of his seems to be a compliment, but in fact he is revealing a message: There are many people who can make this medicine pill in the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Sects, you don't need to be too proud, boy.
Lin Zhizhi understood the meaning of his words and followed Mao: "Don't dare."
When the young master of the Lin family wants to please someone, it is actually very easy. He has a good appearance, the kind of face that elders and peers will appreciate - but in the current situation, Lin Zhizhi's appearance has two huge flaws.
One is too young, and the other is too good-looking. It doesn't look like a pharmacist who is addicted to alchemy all day and can't extricate himself.
Although the pink-clothed woman unabashedly showed curiosity, that Yan Qiluo was Chi Guoguo's distrust, and the favorability index was quite low: [Index 13, attitude is hostile]... His suspicious eyes were when Lin Zhizhi nodded. When he reached the peak, he looked at the old man and nodded his head in satisfaction. He suddenly said: "Shenzhen, I think the color, color, smell and smell of this medicine pill are all good. It seems that this little friend has a high level of achievement in the Dan Dao. I ask The guest who came here just happened to be worried that no one could compete with each other, so I don’t know if we should let them compete, so as to avoid the dilemma of the real person.”
Yan Lei glared at Yan Qilu viciously when he heard the words, then turned back and hurriedly said to the old man: "Master, I just had a good talk with Brother Lin Xian, and he was not prepared at all—"
"Junior Brother Yan's words are bad. Dan Dao is something engraved in the bones, do you still need to prepare?" Yan Qilu looked polite, and what he said also blocked Yan Lei's mouth without leakage.
Yan Lei said angrily: "Even selling oil, practice makes perfect! The person you hired has been preparing for so many days, and now compared with Brother Lin Xian, are you ashamed?"
Yan Lei's appearance gave Yan Qilu unlimited confidence - if Lin Zhizhi really had real talents and practical learning, he would not be so angry. Yan Qilu pretended to be broad-minded, smiled at Yan Lei's offense, turned his head and said to Lin Zhizhi calmly: "This little friend, if you are not fully prepared, just say it directly, and I will not force you to be with you. ."
- It's a pity that although the words are nice, everyone present understands that as long as they retreat, there is no chance for the old man. Pill Dao is also a kind of practice. If you don’t have self-confidence, how can you make a divine pill
Lin Zhizhi's eyes were black and shining. The young man's crisp and sweet voice was enough for everyone to hear: "You don't have to prepare, you can do it now."
Yan Lei stomped: "Don't be provoked by him!"
Yan Qilu laughed and clapped his hands in praise: "It's so bold, but it's much better than my junior brother."
During the period, the old man had been sitting in the upper position and did not stop the two of them. It seemed that he also had the intention to give it a try.
Yan Qilu called someone on the spot to find the alchemist he had found—a few of them set off to the pill room together.
I have to mention that Yuntian Continent is really a holy place for refining medicine. Even if it is the yard where the guests live, apart from the necessary bedrooms and kitchen, the most extensive area is the Dan room. It is spotless inside, and there are professional testing instruments. The spring sun shines on the floor, which makes people feel warm.
Yan Qilu's mood is just like this sunshine, waiting for the sunshine to be fierce and all things to appear - he has enough confidence in the people he invited.
Sadly, Yan Lei seemed to think the same as he thought. He kept repeating in Lin Zhizhi's ear, "Brother, you should calm down." This sentence has been repeated by him until the arrival of Yan Qilu's people.
Yan Lei shut up, because he knew this person, and Lin Zhizhi had no chance of winning. He is regretting it at this time, has he changed his impulse? It's just an elixir, and there are not many people who can make it in the holy sect. Why do I feel so inexplicably... How can Lin Zhizhi be better? They even invited each other as soon as they met, and didn't investigate again. Well now, I will be eliminated immediately!
The people invited by Yan Qilu conformed to the public's unanimous impression of alchemists. It was a middle-aged man, about forty years old, with deep circles at the end of his eyes and blue eyelids, but he looked very confident.
He is a loose cultivator with some fame in the alchemy circle. At a young age, he became a master in alchemy with one hand. He was famous for having defeated a disciple of the Twelve Tianyuan Sect on the Dan Road. In the realm of self-cultivation, in his forties, he was nothing more than forty years old. It's the age to start. Like Yan Lei's master, he is nearly three thousand years old. The age limit of the Dan Banquet itself is only within a hundred years old.
Compared to Lin Zhizhi, who looked like a teenager, he was more reliable than him in any way.
Yan Lei sighed and comforted Lin Zhizhi softly: "It's okay to lose, he is older than you by the last round."
The young master of the Lin family looked back at him with a strange expression.
- The feeling guy suddenly stopped, it was not that he changed his mind and wanted to trust himself, but that he had already decided that he had lost
"Yan Daoyou, this is the person that kid invited? Isn't this insulting me? What is it compared to such a young kid? If I win, I will bully him?" The middle-aged man looked at Lin Zhizhi with dissatisfaction To Yan Qi Furnace Road.
Lin Zhizhi was not good at words, so he quietly watched the other party speak ruthlessly. When the man finished speaking, he had already walked to one of the platforms, and extended his hand to the other side to signal him to stop BB and hurry up.
"What Master Zhou said is very true, and Yan must pay attention next time." Yan Qilu thought that he was in control, and said to the middle-aged man Zhou Qi with a smile.
Zhou Qi reluctantly snorted and walked up to the stage opposite Lin Zhizhi.
Yan Lei's master Qinghuo Zhenren took out two pill recipes from the Qiankun Ring, and as soon as they were scattered in the air, the two papers automatically flew to the stage where the two were. The old man said loudly: "It's just a harmless discussion, fellow Daoists don't need to be nervous, so as not to hurt the peace. The rules are as usual, and everyone must understand."
Lin Zhizhi: ? ? ? (horrified.jpg)
- What the hell kind of rules? Does he not understand? Can't you say it clearly
"With the three sticks of incense sticks as the boundary, igniting it means the beginning." As soon as the voice fell, a stove flew out from the old man's cuff, with three sticks of incense sticks on it.