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"Grandpa Dongfang, can you stop these things from happening and get my brother back if you go to the capital?"

Feng Chen raised his head and asked with determination.

Master Dongfang shook his head and laughed: "Silly child, what capital? There's no Beijing anymore. "

Feng Chen's eyes widened, he did not understand what he meant.

"That is not the capital, but the Yan Jing. The center point of China has long been the Yan Jing."

The Master Dongfang seemed to be recalling: "The name Beijing is a joke between us old buddies, after all, you kids have heard it for a long time, you should remember, it's not Beijing, it's the Yan Jing."

"Yan Jing …"

Muttering that name softly, Feng Chen finally laughed.

He was wrong, the Yan Jing was no longer called Beijing, and she had been there before, but she had forgotten about it.

"Alright, Yan Jing."

His eyes filled with fighting spirit once again, "I'm going to the Yan Jing to save my brother."

Master Dongfang shook his head. Yan Jing was not that easy to enter.

If they wanted to go on a trip to play, it would be easy to pass, but if they wanted to settle down, they had to start with their background. They belonged to a family with a lot of reputation in Pine City, and it would be very difficult to establish themselves in there, not to mention other things, the Four Great Clans of Yan Jing would not agree to it.

Feng Chen's expression became a lot heavier. His confidence had indeed been hit quite a bit.

Ciji Hall.

When Zhong Wentao called for Gu Qing and took it out, Zheng Yu felt that his life was already complete.

His mission was finally complete. He had found the bone and entrusted it to his sect.

If his grandfather were to know in the afterlife, he would also feel gratified.

Looking at Zheng Yu's red eyes, Zhong Wentao couldn't help but clench his fist. The bitter bone stung his palm and when he released it, his palm was already blood-red.

"What's the matter with you?"

Seeing that there was something wrong with him, Zheng Yu asked softly.

Zhong Wentao opened his mouth and said, "The Netherworld Udumbara Fury has appeared."

Unfortunately, Zheng Yu couldn't understand at all.

These four words could be recognized if they were written separately, but how did the combination become such a strange phrase?

Zhong Wentao did not say anything, he had already experienced it five hundred years ago, it was just that the grievance back then belonged to floated past and did not affect them, it was unlike the time when he would actually attack a perfectly fine person.

As time passed, the resentment grew.

With the appearance of the Netherworld Udumbara Flower, Zhong Wentao felt an unprecedented sense of nervousness in his heart. There were too many people to protect, but he was still in the Qi state.

"Don't even think about it, let's go eat."

After being silent for a long time, Zheng Yu finally spoke up carefully, hoping that Zhong Wentao would be happier.

"How long have you been following me?"

Zhong Wentao suddenly asked, and Zheng Yu immediately stood up, his expression becoming more serious.

"Three months."

Zheng Yu carefully replied.

"Yes."

Zhong Wentao nodded his head, and said: "These three months are not short, you are a descendant of the Tai Yi Hall, you cannot always be an assistant in the medicine hall, it is time to learn some true abilities."

Zhong Wentao's expression was calm, there was no fluctuation in it, but these words made Zheng Yu ecstatic.

If he really had that ability, wouldn't it just mean that he was going to become a descendant like Zhong Wentao?

"Great, great!"

Zheng Yu was happy, although he had thought of this day before, he never thought that it would actually come true.

No matter what Zhong Wentao wanted to say, he had already quickly kneeled on the ground and was about to kowtow.

Zhong Wentao immediately stopped him: "What are you doing?"

"Kowtow and acknowledge me as your teacher."

Zheng Yu was speechless for a while when he heard his naive words.

He was already a descendant of the Tai Yi Sect, and now that he had already entered the sect, he still wanted to become their disciple?

Those who could be masters were all dead, how could someone like him be worthy of taking in disciples?

Before he could speak to persuade him, Zheng Yu had already opened his mouth: "Zhong Wentao, I am willing to take you as my master. I hope you can teach me martial arts.

"Revitalize the Tai Yi Sect?"

"Yes!" to revitalize the Tai Yi Sect! "

The two of them shouted, and Zheng Yu excitedly kowtowed three times, his forehead completely red.

He respectfully greeted his master with a satisfied smile on his face.

"..." "Good disciple!"

Zhong Wentao's voice was also very gentle, and one could tell that he was in a good mood. This was the first time he had accepted a disciple, and he had been called master by someone else.

"From today onwards, I will teach you the cultivation techniques of the Grand Yi Sect. If you come with me, you will definitely be able to achieve twice the results with half the effort."

Zhong Wentao's expression became serious, and was extremely serious.

"Yes, Master. I will work hard. Rest assured!"

Zheng Yu also replied seriously, his eyes full of smiles.

"This is the Body Refinement Realm mental cultivation method that I wrote out last night. Follow your instructions and don't be impatient. Come slowly."

Zhong Wentao said.

"Body tempering?"

A trace of doubt flashed across Zheng Yu's mind.

"That's right. Cultivate the body, and the body will be strong. Only then can you train in auras. From now on, layer by layer, you can be like me."

Zhong Wentao imitated his own master and said to Zheng Yu.

"Oh my god, so the things on TV are all real!"

Zheng Yu was pleasantly surprised, and slightly complained that Zhong Wentao had not told him all these earlier. He had wasted three months of time, an entire three months!

Frowning, Zhong Wentao opened his mouth unhappily: Those are all fake on the television. Don't take out those martial arts that insulted our sect.

"Yes, yes, yes …"

Zheng Yu immediately nodded, ecstatic in his heart.

"When can I be like you?"

Zheng Yu asked anxiously, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Zheng Yu smiled slightly: "Then we'll talk about it when you reach the Refinement Realm."

With that, Zhong Wentao sat on the bed and started to meditate, he did not plan to help him explain anything. He rubbed his nose, and could only go to the small bed to study, looking at Zhong Wentao from time to time.

So this was not some form of cultivation, but a martial arts practice. To think that he and Zhong Wentao were still roommates, only now did he realize this.

Zhong Wentao was already in the Qi Cultivating Stage, but breaking through to the Nascent Soul Stage was not that easy.

In the following time, he went into closed door cultivation. No matter what happened in Ciji Hall, he would give Zheng Yu treatment for the patients who were in difficulty.

He would soak in it every day, and Zheng Yu would pour in a lot of medicinal soups that he had prepared well, one barrel at a time. Every day, he would exchange them for seventy to eighty barrels, spending a large amount of resources to purchase all of them using the money that Zhong Wentao had saved up in the past.

Everyday, Zhou Cangzhu would pick up medicinal dregs in the courtyard and turn the used medicinal dregs into medicinal powders. The effect was actually very good, not much worse than the herbs that he had never used before.

The huge wooden barrel was filled with medicinal soup, and when Zhong Wentao took a bath, he could feel his chin resting on it.

Cultivating in a full bowl of medicinal soups would have an even better effect.

The human body was extremely sensitive to the outside world, so it was necessary to find a sealed off place to lock him up. The medicinal soup was gentle and sealed, and it was the best choice, allowing the body's pores to absorb the essence, making it more effective for cultivation.

This was now, in good times, the only way to train was to find a spring and jump into it. Summer was fine, but in winter, not everyone could endure the sin.

Many disciples of his generation could not bear the cruelty of winter training and left many people behind. Those who managed to survive could not relax and cultivated day after day, year after year.

In this half a month, Zhong Wentao was training every day, cultivating while eating, and cultivating even when he was asleep.

Although Zhou Cangzhu and Zhou Zihan were curious about what he was doing inside, every time they wanted to take a look, they would see that the doors were always locked. If Zheng Yu found them, he would rush them back to the front quickly.

Repeating the same thing every day without any progress in cultivation, Zhong Wentao was also slightly anxious in his heart, he suspected that this body was not suitable for cultivation.

Zheng Yu would report to him everyday about his cultivation, and even Zheng Yu's progress in the short span of half a month was extremely shocking, which made his cultivation slow to the point even more obvious.

Finally, on this day, Zhong Wentao removed all of the distracting thoughts in his mind and decided to give it a gamble.

After Zheng Yu finished breakfast, he sat on the ground outside the small warehouse and planned to cultivate. This would also prevent others from entering the warehouse to disturb Zhong Wentao.

Only after a few hours had passed did Zhong Wentao suddenly feel a change in his body. A mysterious feeling rose from his body, something he had never felt before.

He opened his Heaven's Eyes and saw wandering souls walking towards him.

Just as he wanted to move, he realized that he was at a critical juncture. If he were to leave now, everything would be for naught.

He closed his eyes and decided to ignore the wandering souls.

However, he was pleasantly surprised to find that even if he closed his eyes, he could still see his surroundings. Moreover, he was even more clear that he had successfully cultivated the sign that it was suitable for entering the Nascent Soul Stage.

This kind of ability could allow one to fight anyone with their eyes closed, be awake or asleep, and confuse both opponents and wandering souls.

With this ability, it would be much more convenient for him to travel to the night room in the future.

If Zheng Yu could successfully refine it in the future, it would be equivalent to having another helper.

This way, he wouldn't need to fear meeting eyes with wandering souls or ghosts, allowing him to observe them without restraint!

If Zhong Wentao did not open his eyes, the wandering souls would naturally think that he did not see them and would not approach him.

What made Zhong Wentao even more surprised was that there were actually so many wandering souls inside this small warehouse!

Since the wandering souls were gathered here, he had never realized whether they were hidden well or for some other reason.

What did Zhou Cangzhu do behind their backs?

Could it be a perverted killing demon?

He quickly shook his head to get rid of these distracting thoughts. He hadn't completely entered the Nascent Soul stage yet, so he couldn't let this all go to waste!

These wandering souls seemed to have purposely appeared to test him, he definitely could not be fooled!

"I must succeed!"

Zhong Wentao swore in his heart.