An hour later.
Yan Chu and Mu Xuzong walked out of Yan Chu's mansion holding on to the wall.
"Master, dad, you two should take a rest outside first. I'll take care of things here." Mu Qingqian's voice came from the dining room.
Yan and Chu looked at each other, and then choked each other's neck in unison!
"Headmaster Yan, you are not kind. After all, I am also the father of your chief disciple. I would not be such a cheat!"
"City Master Mu, after all, the dark dish just now was not made by your daughter. If you want to sacrifice it, you, the father, will naturally have to do it. Why do two people have to die together!?"
The two fought each other for a while, then suddenly stopped at the same time.
The two of them let go of each other and couldn't help but cover their stomachs: "No, no, no, my stomach is starting to hurt. I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Mu Xu Zong asked: "Master Yan, where is the toilet?"
"There is only one toilet in my mansion, and that is my special toilet. Go to the Piao Miao Hall!" Yan Chu covered his stomach and ran wildly.
"No, no, I can't hold it in any longer. Master Yan, please bear with the pain and let me go first!" Mu Xuzong grabbed Yan Chu's trouser leg from behind.
"Don't pull me, it hurts me too!!!"
Yan Chu dragged Mu Xu Zong and ran wildly in the mansion.
Suddenly, Mu Xuzong's expression became relaxed.
The look in his eyes went from pain, to entanglement, to liberation, and finally gave him the feeling of becoming an immortal and looking down on life and death.
Yan Chu turned around in horror and saw a long, yellow mark being dragged out on the originally smooth floor of his mansion...
"Master Yan, I feel that I have..."
"Be confident and get rid of your feelings."
Yan Chu sighed deeply.
or…
Did you destroy Piaomiao Peak
After all, this fairy peak is no longer clean...
Mu Xuzong let go of his hand and lay silently on the ground, seemingly comprehending life.
But Yan Chu’s pain is not over yet!
No more!
It's too far from the hut!
The painful Yan Chu suddenly thought of a way.
"System! Open the treasure box!"
[System: The system is being updated, please wait...]
"Renew your grandma's banana peels and open all eight bronze treasure chests immediately, otherwise I will commit suicide on the spot, and we will die together!"
[System: The treasure chest was opened successfully! Congratulations to the host for getting...]
Yan Chu quickly rummaged through all the rewards.
Soon, he found a ninth-grade elixir.
[Three lines of poison pill: a ninth-grade pill that can cure all poisons in the world!]
The fewer words in the description, the more effective the elixir is!
Yan Chu thought this and felt very happy. He quickly took out the three lines of poison pill and swallowed it in one gulp.
In an instant, the effect of the medicine took effect in Yan Chu's body, and the abdominal pain disappeared immediately, and he no longer had the desire to go to the latrine.
"Survived..."
Yan Chu sat slumped aside and let out a heavy breath.
Unexpectedly, the life-saving elixir he finally prescribed was actually used to cure a mere case of food poisoning.
But it’s a good thing to think about it in another direction—the food cooked by Mu Qingqian requires ninth-grade elixirs to detoxify!
Yan Chu decided to let Mu Qingqian major in toxicology in the future.
In the future, if you want to poison anyone, invite them to the mountain gate and let them taste the food cooked by Mu Qingqian.
At that time, even if the immortals come, they will not be able to save themselves...
"Master Yan, why didn't you run away? Could it be that you also..." Mu Xuzong asked doubtfully.
Yan Chu glared at him: "I cast the supreme immortal method and detoxified him instantly."
"With this kind of magic, why didn't you give me one just now?!" Mu Xuzong's expression gradually became distorted.
At this moment, the two heard Mu Qingqian leaving the kitchen.
Yan Chu quickly stood up, rushed to the door of the dining room, and blocked the door with his body.
Mu Qingqian cleaned up, washed the dishes, and was about to leave the kitchen when she bumped into Yan Chu.
"Master, what's wrong?" Mu Qingqian asked.
"I suddenly remembered something very important. Please come with me!" Yan Chu said.
"But where is my dad?"
"He was too full just now and has already gone for a walk around Piaomiao Peak to digest. We don't need to worry about him. Just come with me!"
Yan Chu grabbed Mu Qingqian's hand, then summoned the Black Shadow Sword. The two of them rode a flying sword together and flew towards Chuan Gong Peak.
Mu Xuzong, who fell on the ground not far away, breathed a sigh of relief.
If his daughter saw him like this, he, as a father, would be unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life.
"City Master Mu, remember to clean up the good things you did before you go back, otherwise..."
Mu Xuzong suddenly heard Yan Chu's message.
He sighed and walked to the hut silently.
Hygiene must be cleaned.
But before that, let’s change into a pair of pants first…
…
"Master, why are you in such a hurry? Can't we fly slower?"
Mu Qingqian's hand was suddenly grabbed by Yan Chu, and he and Yan Chu shared a flying sword. The two of them were very close to each other.
She couldn't help but think of the first time she flew with a sword, and couldn't help but blush to the roots of her ears.
Yan Chu flew away from Piaomiao Peak before gradually slowing down.
so close.
If Mu Qingqian were to see her father like that, she would probably have a psychological impact, right
Yan Chu now has a shadow in his heart.
"Actually, it's not a big deal. You go to Chuan Gong Peak with me first, and then we go to Xinghua Village to sell tickets together."
One more person always means more power. Now the Lost City is a real secret realm. As the master of the secret realm, how can Yan Chu let others use the secret realm for free
So not only do tickets have to be sold, they also have to be extremely expensive!
Yan Chu is also doing this to generate income for the sect. After all, the sect has just started and it is when it needs spiritual stones...
When Mu Qingqian heard this, he didn't say much and followed Yan Chu to Chuan Gong Peak.
Chuan Gong Peak is not far from Piaomiao Peak, and it also blocks Mu Qingqian's Qingxin Peak.
The two landed outside the transfer tower of the transfer peak and put away their flying swords.
"Master, what are we doing at the Kung Fu Tower?" Mu Qingqian said, "My disciples have entered the Kung Fu Tower before, but it was empty, with nothing in it."
"I didn't put any skills in it, so naturally there is nothing left."
Yan Chu smiled and walked into the power transmission tower. Mu Qingqian hesitated for a moment and followed suit.
There are nine floors in the transmission tower, and each floor has restrictions of different strengths.
This kind of restriction is like an invisible pressure, which becomes stronger as you go to higher levels. Only disciples with strong enough realms can resist the pressure of the restriction and go to higher levels.
Therefore, Yan Chu will put the skills and secrets in the transfer tower according to their strength, so that the disciples can choose the skills and secrets suitable for their own practice.
(End of chapter)