Chapter 7

"come in!"

Just when Ling Feng was frowning and thinking, a rather gentle voice came from the bamboo building. It didn't sound like a sinister spirit.

Ling Feng clenched his fists, feeling a little wary in his heart, and walked towards the bamboo building.

Step by step on the bamboo stairs, Ling Feng walked into the largest bamboo building in the middle.

When he reached the door, he stopped and bowed respectfully inside.

"Disciple Ling Feng, I have met Master!"

Since he was assigned to Xiaozhu Peak, he should be the disciple of "Uncle Duanmu". In terms of seniority, isn't he the same generation as the peak masters of Wenxian Sect?

As soon as the breeze blew, before anyone arrived, a smell of alcohol hit my nose.

The next moment, an old man in green clothes with a white beard walked out of the house. He had a wine gourd on his waist, his head was a little messy, and he looked a bit like a "wine immortal".

Although it looks a bit shabby, he doesn't look like a vicious person!

"Are you the disciple who became my disciple this year?" The old man looked at Ling Feng and asked.

"Yes! Disciple Ling Feng, I have met the master!" Ling Feng bowed and bowed, slightly curious in his heart.

Since he is Yang Wei, Li Liang's uncle, this old man should have a very high status. Why does he live in such a simple place?

"You're a smart kid. Before I take you in, you should become my disciple first." The corners of Duanmu Qingshan's mouth turned up slightly, and he said calmly: "But it's still a little early to become a disciple. As you can see, I am "Mai, it's just you and me."

Ling Feng was stunned. Indeed, the closer he got to Xiaozhu Peak, the more sparsely populated he became.

Could it be that my "master" is a weirdo, so no one dares to worship him as a teacher?

"Stretch out your hands." Duanmu Qingshan's voice was very magnetic, but unfortunately there was no emotion at all.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and stretched out his right hand.

Duanmu Qingshan grabbed Ling Feng's arm, placed it on his pulse gate and sensed it for a moment, then shook his head, "As expected, he is another boy with dull qualifications."

Ling Feng blinked. No matter how stupid he was, he still knew that Yang Wei and Li Liang had bad intentions.

But, why do they send disciples with mediocre qualifications to Duanmu Qingshan Sect?

"Since you call me master, I will teach you the basic Qigong skills of the Qixian Sect." Duanmu Qingshan stood with his hands behind his back, his voice still cold.

As he said that, Duanmu Qingshan took out a book from somewhere. It was stained with wine, but the writing on it could still be seen clearly.

"Ask the Immortal Qi Refining Technique"!

"Take it!" Duanmu Qingshan threw the secret book over.

Ling Feng stretched out his hand to catch it, knowing that this was a method for Qi Condensation Realm disciples to use to move Qi and Qi, he quickly bowed to Duanmu Qingshan, "Thank you, Master."

"I said, don't rush to call me Master yet." Duanmu Qingshan said lightly.

A trace of doubt arose in Ling Feng's heart, seeing Duanmu Qingshan's attitude and the look in the eyes of Zong Yuan who had brought him here before. Obviously, he would be in trouble in the next few days.

Duanmu Qingshan glanced down at Ling Feng and said, "You'd better try not to have anything to do with me, so as not to harm you for the rest of your life."

"As expected!" Ling Feng's eyes narrowed and he clenched his fists. He didn't want to cause trouble, but if trouble came, he wouldn't back down!

Now that you have entered the inner door, you cannot easily run to the outer door.

The resources available to inner disciples and outer disciples are completely different. If you want to become stronger as soon as possible, you must stay in the inner gate!

"You and I are destined. There are some healing herbs and elixirs out there. You can pick them at will if you need them." Duanmu Qingshan patted Ling Feng's shoulder, then took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip. Then he turned and left.

Looking at Duanmu Qingshan's back, Ling Feng became even more confused.

As a figure who is the master of each peak, you just watch your disciples being taught a lesson?

What's the secret in this?

However, at this moment, Ling Feng frowned and realized that there seemed to be something wrong with Duanmu Qingshan's body.

"Hidden injury?" Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose.

The doctor looks, smells, asks, and feels.

Ling Feng's medical skills were as good as those of an ordinary person. Although he did not diagnose the pulse, he was very confident in his eyesight.

"Ask a senior of the Immortal Sect's master level, he has no status in the sect, and he has hidden wounds on his body..." Ling Feng frowned, "What does all this mean?"

The next moment, he shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I am like a mud Buddha crossing the river, so I'd better find a way to survive these few days!"

"After finally entering the inner door, we must not be expelled!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists. There were too many mysteries in his heart, and all of them required great strength to solve.

Ling Feng took a deep breath. According to what Duanmu Qingshan said, he seemed to have planted some elixirs.

Out of curiosity, he turned around and walked towards the yard in front of the bamboo building, and sure enough he saw several medicinal fields.

"Purple blood ginseng!"

"QiRongJu!"

"Baby, they are all good babies!"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched wildly. These are elixirs that cannot be seen in the mortal world!

As a doctor, when he saw these magical medicines and herbs, Ling Feng's brain was almost dizzy with excitement.

Since Duanmu Qingshan allows you to pick it by yourself, it should be okay to pick some yourself.

…

Duanmu, wearing a green shirt, sat by the window, drinking and looking at Ling Feng.

"It's strange. Why is this kid so interested in these herbs? Ordinary people probably can't even identify them."

Duanmu Qingshan was also a Taoist doctor with excellent medical skills. The medicinal materials he planted in the yard were also used to treat his own hidden injuries.

It stands to reason that without considerable medical skills, it is impossible to recognize those unorthodox medicinal materials.

Suddenly, a black energy flashed on Duanmu Qingshan's forehead, and he quickly sealed several acupuncture points on the left side of his body. It took a long time to regain his breath.

"Lin Canglang, Yang Wei! You don't want to trap me, Duanmu Qingshan, for the rest of my life!"

Duanmu Qingshan snorted and finally withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at Ling Feng.

He knew very well that even if the young man named Ling Feng knew some medical skills, he could not change his destiny.

It won't be long before he will be like the mediocre people who were sent here in the previous ten years. He will not be able to bear the bullying from other disciples and leave voluntarily.

Please collect and recommend~