Bai Sang later found out that this small sect was a small force belonging to the Yuan Ying Ancestor. Because he liked the routine of the mortal world, he ordered the people in the sect to be like the mortal world.
So this person with a very ordinary appearance, just like an ordinary old farmer in the world, is the Yuanying Ancestor.
Walk all the way to a thatched hut.
This is the first Yuanying monk she has seen in the world of cultivation who is so down-to-earth.
If other people from the sect were to come over, they would definitely not have imagined that Yuanying monk would live in such a house.
The furniture and furnishings in the thatched house are also carved from wood.
It's not like other people use rocks or anything.
Bai Sang was a little stunned.
Of course, she was just an ordinary early-stage foundation-building monk, and she was not qualified to talk like this.
He sat next to Xu Yan very obediently.
Listen to them.
When the two old men talked, they were either talking about sects or disciples.
Xu Yan was praised in a high-profile manner.
Bai Sang, as a Taoist monk with Xu Yan, was also given elixirs by this Nascent Soul monk.
Said it was a meeting gift.
Just talk about why those people like to deal with Yuanying monks.
Whatever the Yuanying monk gave her was a big gift to her!
Bai Sang and Xu Yan came out later.
Walk on the road.
Xu Yan was a little unhappy when he saw that she liked a medicine jar so much, "Sang Sang, the pills I prepared for you are all better than this one, why aren't you happy?"
Bai Sang didn't expect that he would be so jealous...
She quickly hugged his arm with both hands and said sweetly: "My husband gave it to me. I'm very happy. Didn't you notice?"
This question is a bit like giving a proposition.
Xu Yan naturally nodded: "I found it, but I still hope you can be happier."
"Okay, then next time you give it to me, I will definitely be happier!"
Xu Yan then showed a satisfied smile.
In fact, what the two of them didn't know was that the conversation had been heard by the two Nascent Soul monks in the thatched house.
"As a disciple, I don't care much about anything, but I care most about his Taoist companions." The Patriarch held his forehead, feeling a little embarrassed.
The Nascent Soul cultivator sitting opposite him already knew, and he nodded.
"I took him out on a trip, and after arriving at the Golden Core, he became a little neglectful in his cultivation. I always felt that his own cultivation could keep his Taoist companion."
"I see, but I see that your disciple's spiritual roots are not very good, and his cultivation is only at the early stage of foundation building, which is only two hundred years, so don't worry."
Bai Sang's cultivation level can be seen through at a glance.
"Hey... that's good." The Patriarch explained the techniques the two of them practiced.
Then I tried my best to get the elixir.
Now it is also because I have to make elixirs for Bai Sang, so it is inconvenient for others to do it.
Even refining alchemy is better than ordinary people.
The Nascent Soul monk was a little stunned: "This disciple of yours is really..."
The last words were not spoken, but everyone knew what they meant.
"Recently, I have been asking me to tell me that I want to learn the art of refining weapons. If the golden elixir hadn't just come out recently, I might have started to ask me to learn it."
"Actually, if a disciple is willing to learn and doesn't delay his cultivation, he can still teach."
"I think so too. This is not to take him out to see him, but to focus on his cultivation first." The Patriarch said what he thought of: "I will let your disciple come out to compete with him later and let him know that outsiders There are people, there is heaven outside the sky.”
"There's nothing wrong with that."
The two people who were still playing outside didn't know they were about to fight.
(End of chapter)