Chapter 88 Agreed

Gan Ping stood outside the door and listened to the quarrel between Wu Yi Zi and his uncle Mo Yu Feng. He couldn't help but be surprised for a while. He had never seen his master Wu Yi Zi get so angry with people. How did Uncle Mo annoyed the master? While wondering, I heard a cough inside and raised his voice, "Ping'er, since you're here, why don't you come in?" Gan Ping shrank his head, and then remembered that the two of them were the masters of the Yuanshen realm. How could he hide his deeds in front of these two? He saw that since he could no longer eavesdrop, he simply walked in generously.

I saw that a elixir furnace in the room was curling with smoke, and the smell of medicine came, which made people feel refreshed. It seemed that this elixir furnace was fertiling a good elixir. Smelled the fragrance of medicine. Gan Ping, who had been practicing elixir books for many days, had recognized that it was a heart-turning elixir. Two people were standing in front of the Dan furnace. One of them, Hao Shoutong's face was rosy. It was his master Wuji, and opposite him was his uncle Mo Shufeng. When Wu Yizi saw Gan Ping coming in, he quickly looked up and down at the beloved disciple in front of him. Yesterday's serious injury had been removed from the little boy. Looking at Gan Ping with a calm expression, Wu Yizi nodded secretly in his heart, and Mo Lianfeng looked at Gan Ping's eyes as he came.

If he is right, today's Gan Ping has gone further than yesterday's cultivation, and has touched the threshold of high-level gas refining. As long as it takes time, he can cross this level, and the realm of condensation is just around the corner. Mo Congfeng couldn't help but be surprised for a while. The little man in front of him had not seen the tragedy in the ring yesterday. After a night of correction, he was more energetic. The original black clothes had been replaced with a white robe, and a red little monkey on his shoulder was squeezing his eyebrows and scratching.

Wu Yizi and Mo Yufeng looked at each other, and their eyes were full of surprise. Is this Gan Ping the legendary genius? Yesterday, I received such an eye injury, which actually made it a step closer to its cultivation. This kind of talent is really enviable. Gan Ping walked to the two of them and bowed, "Disciple Gan Ping met the master. Uncle is fine." Well, Pinger, you can go to the Dan Room where you practiced in the past. You and Uncle Mo still have something to discuss. Don't be lazy. Seeing that the two of them were like this, Gan Ping had to suppress his curiosity and came to the Dan room next door.

Throwing away the messy years in his heart, Gan Ping took a deep breath, stood on the side of the Dan furnace, raised his hand and released the dragon pattern Binghuo Yuan Gang. With the improvement of the realm of Ganping's ice and fire melting yuan forging, this silk dragon pattern C fire Yuan Gang has also grown a lot, but compared with the flame burning sound in Gan Ping's memory, it is a small witch. Looking at the little dragon more than a foot long in front of him, Gan Ping looked at it carefully. Compared with the past, the Binghuo Yuan Gang in Gan Ping's hand is really like a dragon. The scales and corners on his body are slender, and a pair of dragon eyes are also more flexible. Gan Ping put it into the ground fire and let it go deep into the ground. With the growth of the spirit of the fire, he stood in front of the Dan furnace and began his daily homework.

"This child is really a good seedling. After experiencing yesterday's incident, he is neither humble nor arrogant nor impatient, and he has taken a step forward in his cultivation. It's really lucky to have such a good apprentice." When Wu Yizi heard that Mo Congfeng praised his lover so much, he couldn't help narrowing his eyes into a crack and twisted his beard complaedly, but immediately woke up and looked at his smiling brother angrily and warily. You don't even think about this. I have worked so hard to choose such an excellent apprentice. Even if you and I have been friends for hundreds of years, if you hit his mind, you can't say that I don't want this old bone to fight with you. Mo Xiongfeng looked at the boundless man who glared at him in front of him with a smile, and couldn't help laughing. Looking at his joking eyes, he jumped up like a cat that had been stepped on its tail. Just as he was about to scold loudly, he was stopped by Mo Congfeng and made a gesture to be a little calm. Mo Congfeng waved his sleeves, and the stone door of the door was closed. The two people inside talked for a long time. Gan Ping next door suddenly felt I felt uncomfortable for a while, and I couldn't help but have a cold shiver. Looking around, there was nothing strange. Gan Ping muttered a few words and continued to do his daily homework.

Mo Congfeng, with a smile on his face, took the lead in walking out of the door, looked back at the silent immeason in Dan's room, and turned around and walked into the fire room diagonally opposite. Wu Yizi was speechless in the elixir room for a long time as if he was thinking. He suddenly woke up and flew up with the top cover of the elixir furnace next to him. The fragrance of medicine came out with the smell of burning. Wu Yizi looked at the half of the scorched elixir in the elixir with a sad face. He stared at the fire room that Mo Zhenfeng entered fiercely, and his big sleeves trembled and took a big step. Go out.

Gan Ping was urging the magic formula to practice the art of fire control. Wu Yizi pushed the door and came in. Gan Ping stopped the magic formula and bowed to salute. Wu Yizi looked at the little disciple in front of him helplessly. This disciple is good at everything, but there are too many etiquette. Why do practitioners have to force etiquette so much? I just said Gan Ping several times, but it didn't work. The boundless simply left him alone and let him go.

Put the fire that jumped into his arms on his arm, gently stroked and scratched its hair. The fire lay on the boundless arm and squinted his eyes and raised his tail high, making a comfortable cry. He looked at the little villain in his hand speechlessly, and Wu Yizi said to Gan Ping, "Ping'er, your uncle just discussed something with me, but it's about you, but it's not easy for me to make a decision. I'm here to ask you." Seeing that Gan Ping's raised face was full of doubtful applications, Wu Yizi continued, "Your uncle Mo Jianfeng is the head seat of the Wei Yufeng Tiangong Hall, but there is no disciple under his knees who inherits the manor. Do you know that?"

Gan Ping looked at Wu Yizi doubtfully and nodded faintly. He really didn't know what his master meant by saying this. Seeing that Gan Ping's eyes were full of inquiring, Wu Yizi coughed quite uncomfortablely and continued, "You also saw what happened on the hall yesterday. Do you know about your brother Xuanqing?" Gan Ping shook his head doubtfully and looked at the boundless.

Wu Yizi immediately told the original story of Xuanqing, and finally said to Gan Ping, "I think Uncle Mo has sacrificed a lot for my Miao Chengzong. In fact, according to the original agreement of that year, you should worship under the door of Wei Yufeng and take over the mantle of the Wei Yufeng Tiangong Hall, but you didn't expect that by mistake. You and I have become masters and apprentices, and you, Uncle Mo, can't say anything. However, he has entered the realm of Yuanshen. With his qualifications, he can enter the realm of Mahayana in less than 300 years. At that time, he will start to prepare for the disaster. It is difficult to manage the things in the Tiangong Hall. This unique skill of Wei Yufeng can't be lost. Although we may find highly qualified disciples during this period, time waits for no one, and we can't afford to risk the unification. Therefore, under the agreement with you and Uncle Mo, I decided to let you enter the door of us and learn the secret of the two peaks. When you achieve success in the future, you must pass on your Uncle Mo's Tao. Would you like it?

Gan Ping didn't expect that what his master said was such a thing. He couldn't help but be surprised and began to think about it in his heart. Wu Yizi also knew that these things were related to the achievements of the future monition, and he didn't say anything. He just gently stroked the smooth fur of the fire and looked at Gan Ping, who was thinking about.