Zhang Feixuan was not as shameless as Wang Qizhen, mainly because Wang Qizhen had already knelt, so he didn't need to.
"Brother, this method is tailor-made for us, right? Then pass it on to Third Junior Brother first, and then to me."
Hearing this, Wang Qi, who was kneeling down, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Zhang Feixuan, who was standing there like a fool, and his eyes widened.
This guy is really good at finding opportunities!
Song Yin shook his head: "This is the furnace for refining the elixir. You need to generate the elixir fire in your body, so that you can refine the best elixir. You are still a little short of it. Just now, I used the Dao fire as the initiator to refine the medium you need for cultivation. The main purpose is to let you know what the real cultivation method is like."
"If you want to get to this point, you have to keep training."
It's just saying nothing.
After all this time, they still have to practice, which is equivalent to finding a disguised way to torture them.
Wang Qizhen just got up, it seemed like his kneeling was in vain.
"The soup is almost ready. Come and have some. Try my cooking." Song Yin said with a smile.
The soup in the iron pot, after being stewed for an hour and added with flavoring herbs, is already filled with fragrance.
Song Yin summoned some small stones nearby and transformed them into three bowls and spoons. He stretched out his hand and the soup in the pot automatically flew into the bowls, and steaming food landed in front of them.
The two of them took it and started drinking without any hesitation.
"Brother, your cooking skills are pretty good!"
Wang Qizheng's eyes lit up, and he looked up at Song Yin: "Have you learned this before?"
"I guess so." Song Yin nodded and smiled.
He was self-reliant in his previous life, so of course he had learned it and he could cook ordinary meals.
Now that Fayan is here, it is easy to find herbs for seasoning. The herbs brought by Second Junior Brother are basically used for flavoring, so he doesn't have to look for other herbs.
The pot was very big, and all the tiger's meat was put into it to cook. But as a Qi Refiner, he really ate to his heart's content. Wang Qizhen alone ate bowl after bowl, and only stopped after he had eaten half the pot.
Zhang Feixuan's appetite was slightly lower, but he still ate one-third of the food. The remaining portion was finished by Song Yin very early.
"Brother, how about asking Third Junior Brother to get something else?" Zhang Feixuan asked when he saw that Song Yin had stopped eating long ago.
Song Yin shook his head and said, "No need. I often absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. I just need to pay attention to the amount of food I eat. If I really let go and eat, I'm afraid no amount will be enough."
Ever since he cultivated his perfect body, he had never been able to fill his stomach with food from the mountains. Now in the human world, he was still unable to fill his stomach.
But he didn't care. If the conditions were not good enough for him to eat his fill, then he didn't need to eat. With his impeccable true body, he wouldn't feel hungry by absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.
"Have you eaten enough?"
The two nodded.
Song Yin stretched out his hand and flicked it again, and the big iron pot, bowls and spoons flew away automatically, emitting white light in the air, and turned into the stones before, and fell back to their original positions.
They were both stunned for a moment.
They don’t know whether there are true immortals in the world, but when it comes to the majesty of immortals, their senior brother is definitely the most impressive one.
"Since you are full, let's do the evening class."
Song Yin said, "The evening class is a thousand recitations of mind-enchanting magic. Let's begin."
"No way, are you really refining it?" Wang Qizhen asked in surprise.
Hearing this, Song Yin frowned and looked over.
"No, what I mean is that it's getting late, brother, why don't you rest early and continue practicing tomorrow morning." Wang Qizhen said with a wry smile.
"With your fighting power, you still want to sleep? How can you sleep?"
Song Yin shouted, "It's because you are too lazy that you can't even notice the real practice method. Practice!"
"yes!"
The two men straightened their bodies, made hand gestures, and directly used the mind-bewitching technique.
This spell is the most basic one. It can only captivate the mind and has little killing power. However, if you encounter any fierce beasts or robbers, you can use this trick to subdue them.
If a disciple who has just started to practice Qi Refining really encounters any danger, even if he casts some lethal spells, the power may not be that strong. If he happens to encounter a bandit with a strong physique, he may not be able to use his weapons well.
After all, they are from the Dan sect, and are not as good as those who know how to fight.
But a sleight of hand, a trick to deceive the mind, to repel the enemy by controlling the mind, is very good.
Master's spell is well recorded and takes many situations into consideration.
Seeing the two junior brothers using magic in a clumsy way, Song Yin felt something was wrong and said, "You two are just casting spells at each other, what's the point of just hitting the air? Accepting spells from each other can also train your resistance to this illusion."
"yes"
The two of them responded weakly, facing each other and practicing magic.
Both of them are at level five, and they can use mind control at level one, but they really can't have any effect on each other.
The more he fought, the more irritated Wang Qi became. He suddenly used a mind-boggling spell, but it didn't produce any hallucinations. Instead, a few big words appeared in Zhang Feixuan's eyes.
It's all your fucking fault!
Yo huh
Zhang Feixuan became excited and also used his mind-boggling technique to attack.
Can you still read
Wang Qi curled his lips and fired another one.
You're looking for death!
Zhang Feixuan also fired one.
Come on! If you have the guts to kill me today, I won't stop you.
You are talking bullshit. If I could run, I would have run long ago! I shouldn't have come back, and I shouldn't have believed your lies! Mind-control, you are my father's ass!
Do you think I can't curse?!
The two of them used their magic more and more vigorously. In Song Yin's eyes, they made magic seals with their hands and pointed forward again and again, almost as fast as an afterimage. They even moved their feet, walked around in circles and pointed their fingers at each other, their faces becoming more and more ferocious.
A thousand spells, as they cast them almost every breath, it wasn't that slow. In just half an hour, the thousand spells were all cast. The two of them were hunched over, backs hunched, and gasping for breath.
Zhang Feixuan still maintained a ferocious expression. He raised his hand with great effort and cast a mind-boggling spell.
Wang Qizhen was not willing to be outdone, so he bared his teeth and hit him with both hands.
"Okay, that's it." Song Yin said with relief.
Although the posture is not elegant, it shows that a lot of effort has been put into the training.
The two junior brothers are still very hardworking.
As soon as Song Yin finished speaking, the two of them jumped away as if they had agreed, one took out the magic pestle and the other held the axe.
“Come on!”
"Come on, do you think I'm afraid of you?"
The two of them stared at each other with eyes wide open, bloodshot, almost wanting to eat each other.
Song Yin raised his eyebrows, "Hmm?"
Hearing Song Yin's voice, they pursed their lips, glared at each other, snorted coldly, turned their backs and didn't look at each other.
"It seems like you guys are used to playing around on weekdays."
Song Yin smiled, but didn't take it too seriously. They were used to playing around, and they were brothers. What did that mean
It shows that the friendship among the Golden Immortal Sect is good!
Song Yin raised his hand and two objects flew to the two of them.
"Brother?"
Zhang Feixuan was stunned for a moment. Floating around him was a tiger-skin shawl.
And in front of Wang Qi was a short coat.
Song Yin said with a smile: "I see that Third Junior Brother has no clothes left. This tiger skin happens to be here and can be used as a top. I can make you a shawl with the remaining materials."
Zhang Feixuan looked at the shawl, opened his mouth, and finally fell silent. He took the shawl and put it directly on his shoulders.
Even this shawl doesn't match the style and color of his clothes at all.
Wang Qi took the shirt with both hands and didn't put it on. He just stared at Song Yin, his eyes even a little dull.
"Rest early, you have early classes tomorrow."
Song Yin waved his hand, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
"I"
Wang Qi opened his mouth, his face suddenly twisted, and finally he put on his clothes.
This garment was more like a Ma褂, but it had no buttons, leaving his chest open, like a bag carrier at the dock.
But Wang Qizheng didn't care about the style at all. He just pursed his lips, as if he was gritting his teeth. In the end, he just bowed his head and said in a low voice: "Thank you, Senior Brother."
He hunched there, his arms covering his face, so his expression could not be seen, and he was unwilling to stand up for a long time.
Zhang Feixuan looked at the two bright moons in the sky, pinched the shawl on his shoulders, and his eyes almost entered the moonlight, becoming a little shiny.
When returning to the sect, one has to be careful about being eaten by the master. When in the outside world, one has to be as cautious as a mouse and avoid other Qi-refining practitioners.
Having seen the coldness and deception of the world, all I think about is how to survive.
Who would think of sewing a piece of clothing for them