Chu Xun sensed the fluctuations of Si Qi's spiritual power, and a flash of surprise flashed across his face. He extended his spiritual power to check Si Qi's internal condition, and was immediately amazed by the full speed of his cultivation.

If other cultivators practiced by taking bowls, basins, and jars to dig water from heaven and earth and drink as much as they could,

then Chu Xun's practice was like there was a sea above his head pouring down continuously, rushing up to him, and he could control it at will.

As for Si Qi, although he also had a sea, the waves were too fierce, so violent that he didn't know when it would beat the owner to death on the beach.

So Si Qi simply built a dam for himself, locking the sea in an area, and then opened the gate to release the flood. The flood obediently rushed along the fixed route, with great momentum and volume, but it could no longer damage any buildings outside the dam.

Because Si Qi planned the route well, there was no need for subsequent management. Even if the flood was raging, Si Qi didn't have to worry about where the sea water should go or how to irrigate the land. It just obediently sent itself into Si Qi's mouth (Dantian) for him to drink (absorb).

Even though Chu Xun had seen a lot over the years and had met countless geniuses, he was still amazed by what he saw and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "My disciple's talent is definitely not inferior to mine."

Si Qi puffed up his cute little nose with pride, which might have seemed arrogant to others, but with this look on his face he was just being coquettish.

After carefully feeling the feeling of the spiritual power running, Si Qi took out a pen and ink and wrote some calculations on paper, and said to Chu Feng: "Do you think it would be faster to change this path to this?"

Chu Feng did not despise the "childish talk" of the little disciple, nor would he indiscriminately rebuke him for trying to modify the practice method to reach the sky in one step just because he had just learned to practice. Instead, he came over seriously and looked at Si Qi's proposal carefully. After

going through the practice path in his mind, he felt that what Si Qi said seemed to be feasible. Chu Xun did not dare to let his disciples try it themselves, so he ran a small Zhoutian in his own body. Not long after, he was surprised and said, "It is indeed feasible, and the effect is even better."

Although it is not to the extent of immediate results, it can still reduce the running time by 1% and increase the effect by 3%.

It is very subtle, but it does exist.

Over the years, a little bit of accumulation will add up to a lot, which should not be underestimated.

You must know that this technique is a method passed down by the Lingxiao Sect for thousands of years. It has been strengthened and modified by generations before it has been fixed into its current appearance.

Let alone changes made by others when practicing, they dare not make even a single mistake. How can you be like Si Qi, who can keenly detect defects and provide a better solution the first time he practices the technique.

Chu Feng looked at Si Qi with more admiration in his eyes.

"I know that the so-called fate is not important at all. What is important is the individual."

The cultivators said that man can conquer nature and go against the will of heaven, but at the same time, they regarded the fate given by heaven as a golden saying and strictly abided by it.

Chu Feng hated this trend the most.

And he himself was the biggest beneficiary and victim of this view.

When he accepted Si Qi as his disciple, he wanted to correct this view and make people in the world wake up.

Si Qi smiled and acted like a good boy, saying: "Thanks to your good teaching, careful guidance and careful protection during these days, I was able to achieve something. Otherwise, if I had been accompanied by someone else, I would not have been able to develop this method, and I would have lost several lives.

"So this is both my achievement and your credit. After I have thoroughly studied this method and worked out the best solution, I will teach you as soon as possible." Si Qi said seriously: "What's yours is mine, and what's mine will be yours."

Chu Xun didn't think that this was too shameless, nor did he think it was shameful to be taught by his apprentice. The smile in his eyes deepened, he touched Si Qi's head, and filled the boy's luck that had faded a lot, and said in a soft voice: "Teacher knows that you are filial. "

Si Qi, who was forced to be filial: "…………"

These days, he has never properly called Chu Feng "master", let alone called himself a disciple, and he just kept talking about you and me all day long. But Chu Feng seemed to have not sensed his thoughts at all, and never said a word of correction. He took his inferior attitude as the innocence of the monster clan. He

has learned the most basic exercises, and there are still many things to learn later.

Chu Feng took out the jade slips that he had prepared these days, and said to Si Qi: "Then your teacher will teach you some moves, starting with the most basic condensing qi into water. "

As a gold sword practitioner, Chu Feng believes in breaking all laws with one force, and has always disdained magic. Now, in order to teach this disciple who may encounter problems in all aspects, he willingly learned many skills and studied them thoroughly before teaching. He

said patiently: "Qi is shapeless and colorless, but it contains the existence of all things in the world. Carefully feel the water in the spiritual power and condense them together..."

Perhaps because he knew that this step was too abstract, many people with bad luck failed at this step and could not break through for several months. It took a long time to rack their brains to capture that ethereal feeling. Chu Feng instructed: "As long as you believe it exists, it must exist. Ordinary people with natural talents can do it in a week. I believe that with your talent, you can complete it in one day. "

Si Qi nodded: "I'll try."

After saying that, he raised his palm and clenched it into a fist.

When he opened his palm again, a clear and transparent water droplet appeared in his palm, and then gathered more and more, getting bigger and bigger, like a bright pearl, slowly floating in the air.

Chu Feng, who had just said not to worry, that if the speed was fast, the water droplets might be condensed in one day: "…………"

He finally knew what it felt like when people always called him a genius.

He couldn't help but want to praise Si Qi for being a genius.

Si Qi was pleased by Chu Feng's undisguised praise, and laughed: "Of course there is water in the air. "

H2O!

This is not easy.

He is a man who came out of the world of science.

Naturally, he has to use scientific methods to practice Taoism!

Because his disciple is too powerful, many things that Chu Xun has painstakingly studied these days seem to be useless.

Originally, for a cultivator, turning water into air and turning water into ice has almost become the watershed between whether this cultivator is a mediocre or a strong one in the field of magic.

Chu Feng had been studying this topic carefully for a while, thinking that he must teach his disciple to master this technique so that his future growth potential would not be limited.

But who knew that before he could mention this concept to Si Qi, the water droplets in Si Qi's hand suddenly consumed and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and streams of hot white steam rose from his palm half a meter high, warming the entire meditation room.

Then the next second, the temperature in the air dropped linearly, and the blue-white ice crystals first turned into snowflakes and then condensed into balls, and then compressed into the shape of darts at an increasingly faster speed, and flew out of the house.

Chu Feng, who witnessed all of this, said: "………………"

He felt that he had underestimated the world after all.

There is always someone better than you.

Although Si Qi is still very weak at the moment, as Si Qi said before, he will grow up to be on par with Chu Feng sooner or later.

Si Qi was like completing an insignificant experiment, not realizing what a big deal he had just done. He put down his hand and said to Chu Feng, "Do you think the techniques and moves in the world of cultivation can be automatically formed along a specific route like a cultivation formula?"

Chu Feng didn't quite understand what Si Qi meant, but he completely understood the situation of his master and thought that he didn't need to learn or teach anything, which would completely slow down Si Qi's growth. He let go and said, "I'm not sure, but I think my disciple can figure these things out."

Si Qi showed a pleased smile on his face and said happily, "Of course."

He liked the feeling that Chu Feng believed in him unconditionally and recognized him.

This would make him feel very good.

Si Qi has played many online games and developed many of them himself. He thought that he was cultivating himself as a game character at this moment.

The characters in the game can continuously improve their strength by hanging up, and Si Qi is doing so now.

The characters in the game only need to press a button on the keyboard, and the program behind it will sort out the huge data flow, and all kinds of moves will be automatically performed from the character's body in an instant.

Si Qi's job is to disassemble those skills into formulas, and then combine them and add them to the "computer program" in the body.

In this way, no matter what he does in the future, he only needs to press a button, and all kinds of complex moves will be used by him at will.

Not only was his speed several times faster than other cultivators, he didn't even have to worry about going insane and being murdered by the Heavenly Dao.

Unfortunately...

ideals are full of hope, but reality is cruel.

Seven days later, Si Qi, who felt that he had mastered all the techniques, stood confidently on the top of the mountain, facing Chu Feng.

He held a shining sword in his hand, and wore countless rare treasures and top-grade magic tools given by Chu Feng. He stood proudly in the mountain breeze, with his feathered clothes fluttering, and he looked indescribably...

rich and wealthy.

Then, he imitated Chu Feng's movements and swung out the first sword move. Just as he was about to show Chu Feng his extraordinary sword skills, the sharp sword flew out of his hand like a loach and flew through a perfect arc in the air. In front of the two of them, it accurately stabbed Si Qi's head and cut off two strands of Si Qi's hair under the protection of the magic weapon.

Chu Feng: "…………"

Si Qi: "…………"

After standing awkwardly in the wind for a few seconds, the former world sword saint Si Qi coughed dryly, walked over to pick up the sword, and then grabbed the sword and threw it flat on the ground.

Chu Feng: "…………"

Si Qi: "…………"

Si Qi pretended that nothing happened, slowly got up, picked up the sword and took a closer look.

My goodness, he actually knocked a gap in the precious sword of the Jindan stage on the stone ground!

Just when he was about to lift it up to see what happened, he complained that it was too outrageous, and the sword broke with a bang!

Chu Feng: "…………"

Si Qi: "…………"

Si Qi raised his head expressionlessly: "If we continue to be relatively silent, will it be considered as water injection?"

Chu Feng coughed lightly, walked over and bent over to hold Si Qi's broken knee, and did not compare why the defensive precious clothes that could not be broken even by the Mahayana stage would break Si Qi's skin when he fell.

Maybe we should be thankful that Si Qi was lucky to wear this clothes, otherwise it would not be a broken skin, but a broken bone.

Using the action of applying medicine to his apprentice as a cover, Chu Feng sent his luck to Si Qi. These days, he always found opportunities to touch his apprentice, so they didn't feel anything wrong when the master squatted down to apply medicine to his apprentice. They said to Si Qi, "It's just an accident. It won't be like this next time."

He always said such words to encourage Si Qi.

Si Qi didn't know the reason behind it, but he felt that every time he was touched and encouraged by Chu Feng, his mental state would be particularly good.

This is probably the power of love.

Si Qi looked at his lover who was so tolerant of him at all times, nodded, pulled down his rolled-up pants, held the newly replaced sword tightly, recalled the posture Chu Feng taught him, and swung a sword.

Si Qi: "Hah!"

Chu Feng looked up, watching the sword that once again flew out of the Feixia Cliff: "………………"

He raised his right hand, hooked his fingers on the sword, and encouraged Si Qi: "Try it again."

Si Qi tried it again seriously.

"Hah!"

Chu Feng raised his hand decisively and grabbed the sword from in front of Si Qi's neck, to prevent the sword from flying 180 degrees and cutting straight at the boy's neck from hurting his only disciple.

Si Qi: "..."

Chu Feng: "..."

Chu Feng took a deep breath.

He decisively gave up the idea of ​​letting his only disciple inherit his legacy, and instead said, "I see that you are very flexible in using spells, and your speed is much faster than that of ordinary people, which is quite advantageous. Why don't you just give up sword training and switch to spell training?"

Si Qi didn't hesitate. If it's not suitable, then it's not suitable. He has plenty of options. He nodded and said, "Okay."

Chu Xun took out pieces of talisman paper from his storage bag, injected spiritual power into them, and flew out, suspending pieces of light yellow paper in the air, and said, "Start with the simplest method, use spells to attack these pieces of paper."

After that, he made the talisman paper move in the air from slow to fast, occasionally teleporting, and occasionally increasing the spiritual power condensed on the paper, testing Si Qi's eyesight and spell control ability, so that he could master how much power to use when facing different enemies.

Chu Feng knew that Si Qi learned very quickly, so his mind worked quickly in order to keep up with his apprentice's progress.

He had a beautiful idea, but Si Qi stood there and condensed ice spikes to fly into the talisman paper in the air, just like a child playing snowballs in the snow on a snowy day.

Children playing snowball fights may be very serious and hit the target three out of ten times, but Si Qi was like a master of body scanning, performing a show of sunset red spear technique for Chu Feng on the spot, throwing for a long time but getting nothing - it was simply ridiculous.

If you keep making trouble, I will make you an automatic aiming rifle, believe it or not? Si Qi looked depressed.

"..." Looking at the intact talisman paper in the air, and then looking at Si Qi who was panting with exhaustion,

Chu Feng fell into silence.

He could only say tactfully again: "Maybe you are not suitable for fighting."

Telling a sword cultivator that you are not suitable for using a sword, and telling a magic cultivator that you are not suitable for fighting.

Chu Feng was tactful.

Si Qi: Sudden.

Si Qi pretended to be calm and said with a straight face: "I think my performance is still okay."

Chu Feng carefully recalled Si Qi's performance and commented: "One point." Because Si Qi worked hard, he gave him one point as an encouragement.

Si Qi: "..."

Si Qi's eyes were full of tears: "Can I really get so many points? Do I not have to deceive myself anymore?"

Chu Feng: "..." So you knew that too.

Chu Feng comforted: "No one is perfect."

Chu Feng wanted to use himself as an example to tell his disciples that even he would have one or two weaknesses that he is not very good at.

But he thought about it carefully, seriously, and racked his brains over and over again, but he couldn't figure out what he was not good at. He

turned around and began to blame himself for being incompetent as a master who couldn't even use such things to comfort his disciples. Blame him for being too perfect.

Chu Feng: "In the world of cultivation, a hundred flowers bloom, and you don't have to take the path of fighting."

But for all cultivators, force is the foundation of their survival. In a world where the strong prey on the weak, the weak can only be exploited and plundered by the strong. Moreover, Si Qi is unlucky. Not only will he not encounter opportunities, but he may also be used as an opportunity to kill people and rob treasures because of his clanging magic weapons.

Chu Feng said, "Talisman cultivators, pill cultivators, and array masters are all good. Which one do you like?"

Si Qi said enthusiastically, "Only children make choices. I want them all!"

Chu Feng: "Greedy people can't chew too much."

Si Qi: "I think I have a good appetite."

Chu Feng: "Then try them one by one."

When he said this, he was a little worried.

Alchemy and talisman making are not like cultivation. As long as you work hard, you will see the rewards.

It tests one's qualifications more than the exercises. If you are good enough, then you are good enough. If you are not good enough, even if you waste a hundred years on it, it is still not as good as the talismans and pills made by some talented cultivators.

For example, Chu Feng.

When the alchemy master was young, he could make a furnace of pills, and two out of three furnaces would succeed. There would be at least three high-quality elixirs in the two furnaces, and his qualifications were very good.

But Chu Feng, a complete novice, would practice it. As long as it was not too outrageous, he would succeed as much as he could, and every pill he produced was based on a high-quality pill.

This naturally made the alchemists at the time furious, and they almost pointed at Chu Feng's head and cursed him, "Get out of here!" They were jealous of Chu Feng for not working hard and not being passionate about alchemy, yet he could easily get all the best things.

Chu Feng didn't do this on purpose.

If he had to choose between failure and success, he would of course choose success.

He was serious about alchemy, and he made a lot of preparations and spent a lot of effort.

Why do others succeed because they are naturally gifted and talented? Why does he succeed as a matter of course, relying on his fate, and even being envied and hated by others?

Because similar things happened too many times, Chu Feng finally concentrated all his energy on the sword path, which relied entirely on skills and accumulation.

A sword is a very simple thing. A strong one is strong, a weak one is weak. A lazy person is useless no matter how talented he is. A person with only talent will never reach the top if he doesn't work hard enough. The real stuff can't be faked.

This way he doesn't have to be gossiped about all day long, saying things that make him upset.

...But it can be seen from this that alchemy is really a matter of appearance.

Especially in the world of cultivation, an unopened furnace of elixirs is like Schrödinger's cat. Before opening the box, no one knows whether a furnace of elixirs is successful or failed, and what the quality of the results is.

Si Qi followed Chu Xun and copied all the processes perfectly according to his steps. The materials used are the same, the furnace is also of the same style, and the time is controlled to the exact minute, but the result is that Chu Feng's furnace is full of colorful and fragrant herbs, while Si Qi's furnace is burnt and black.

Heaven says: You can't.

Si Qi looked at the two furnaces in front of him with a sharp contrast, and said seriously: "I can!"

Chu Feng: "What do you think, disciple?"

Si Qi said very seriously: "The failure of the pill refining is not my problem! It's because the medicinal materials are not good enough, the fire is not in place, and the quality of the pill furnace is not up to standard!"

Chu Feng looked at the furnace full of finished pills in front of him, which were "not good enough, the fire is not in place, and the quality of the pill furnace is not up to standard", and nodded displeasedly: "Yes..."

.

The research flame representing a scientist in Si Qi's heart was burning fiercely.

Who said that researchers are not good at fighting?

Who made those guns, weapons, and cannons?

Sword cultivators? Magic cultivators? Tyrants?

Aren't they the scientific research masters who can't lift their hands or shoulders, who figured it out bit by bit?

When you encounter a problem, you have to solve it. Si Qi seriously pointed out the crudeness of the alchemy method in front of him.

"The medicinal materials are not purified and extracted, but thrown in directly for use. The excess ingredients will cause many accidents in the alchemy process!"

"The temperature of the furnace is actually controlled by humans? When the high fire is used for calcination and the low fire is used for refining, is the specific temperature several thousand degrees or several hundred degrees? At least it should be accurate to the single digit, right?"

"And the shape of this alchemy furnace. This is used to refine the foundation pill, the fasting pill, and the transformation pill! Hey, when doing scientific experiments, the bottles containing potassium permanganate and sulfuric acid are of different colors. This alchemy furnace is a drum washing machine. Clothes and quilts can be thrown in. Anything can be put in to wash."

Chu Feng: "..." Although he didn't understand what his apprentice was saying, he always felt that he was right.

Chu Feng, a silly master who unconditionally trusted his genius apprentice.

Si Qi: "No, I have OCD. I can't stand such a simple scientific research environment."

Chu Feng: "Scientific research?"

Si Qi said to his master coquettishly: "You will help me, right? Quickly collect a lot of materials for me. Prepare at least 20 copies of the same things. I want to use them as a control group for the experiment."

Si Qi: "Look at this pill recipe. Why must this medicinal material be used? What is the purpose of this medicinal material? Is it the elements in its roots or the juice in its leaves? Only through experiments can we know."

"And this alchemy furnace is too bad. At least it should be made into a constant temperature induction furnace. With one button, the temperature can be raised by one degree. It can also be set with a timer function to make the alchemy automatically..."

Chu Feng was confused and didn't understand what the disciple said. But he understood that the disciple was asking him to help, so he said, "Teacher will go to collect materials for you."

Si Qi's mind was full of thoughts about the next research steps. He was so excited that he nodded repeatedly and urged Chu Feng to go quickly.

Chu Feng was really about to go.

Facing the bitter and reluctant smile of the head of the Medical Hall, Chu Feng left a pile of spirit stones, looted two-thirds of the stock in his warehouse, and replied, "My disciple wants to make the alchemy."

The head of the Medical Hall didn't want to make the alchemy, he just wanted to curse.

The master and his disciple had just stolen a lot of top-grade elixirs from him not long ago. Now, a month has passed, and the disciple finally realized that he didn't have the qualifications to give up cultivation and stopped wasting money. He actually wanted to take the crooked path and make elixirs himself. You can make elixirs if you want to.

The Lingxiao Sect is a big family and it is not impossible for them to support their disciples to cultivate their hobbies.

But how could you, a novice, rob the entire sect's medicine storehouse while making elixirs?

Now everyone knows that the disciple of Chu Xianzun is a vain den and a bottomless pit. Things will only be wasted when they are in his hands.

Other disciples went out to complete their missions with great difficulty, and spent several years to finally get a precious herb. As a result, Chu Xianzun's disciple said a word, and the herbs that should have been slowly supplied to all disciples were bought by him alone.

Isn't this obviously not to make people jealous?

It's simply hateful!

The head of the sect heard the news and finally couldn't sit still.

Before, he took the elixir, and now he is refining the elixir. It's only been less than a month since he came, and so many troubles have occurred. If it wasn't for Chu Xianzun's face, this kind of disciple would have been driven out of the sect on the first day and slapped away. Get

out as far as you can!

When he came here, the master and disciple were sitting in the yard processing a pile of herbs.

Looking at the rare spiritual plants that were inexplicably cut, squeezed into juice, and torn into pieces, the headmaster's heart was bleeding.

What a waste of natural resources!!!

He landed steadily on the open ground, walked over in one step, and said to Chu Feng without giving Si Qi any face: "This disciple is the shame of our sect! Immortal Venerable, think twice before you act, don't be fooled by him again!"

Si Qi raised his head with a puzzled look on his face, not knowing what the old man was talking about - he didn't do anything for no reason, how could he become the shame of the sect?

Chu Feng had a cold face and dark eyes, as if he was restraining his anger.

Seeing Chu Feng's attitude, the headmaster felt bitter. He didn't do this for his own selfish desires, but for the sake of the sect.

He didn't want to offend Chu Feng for no reason.

Patiently, he compromised: "Then let's see his qualifications. Isn't he refining pills? Let's see how his batch of pills progresses. If he can't refine even one pill in seven days, it means he really doesn't have the qualifications. Immortal Venerable, why don't you send these herbs back and take away the spirit stones used to buy them? What do you think?"

Chu Xun didn't say anything, but he gently stroked Si Qi's head as a comfort, and transported the energy to Si Qi so that he wouldn't be forcibly stamped with the seal of "incompetence" for this reason. He

said: "Of course, my disciple can do it."

The head of the sect thought to himself that you, a sword cultivator, are teaching a mediocre person who has just entered the sect and hasn't yet entered the body to refine pills. What kind of thing can you refine?

Without arguing with Chu Xun, he took a cushion and placed it on the ground, sitting cross-legged on it, just to see what Si Qi could really become and how he was going to waste his treasures.

He watched Si Qi smile at him with a clear conscience and continued to toss the herbs.

He disassembled the valuable materials into dozens of inexplicable groups, and then put them together with other materials one by one to deal with and blend them.

It was as weird as preparing ingredients in a kitchen and waiting to cook.

Although the head of the sect was not proficient in the art of refining pills, he still had the most basic common sense.

Looking at this weird preparation method, it was like watching others waste things but being unable to stop it, and he felt very distressed.

He kept telling himself, just bear with it, just bear with it, sooner or later he will be able to get rid of this annoying thing.

Just like this, a morning passed quickly.

Watching Si Qi writing and drawing on a pile of materials on paper, and then placing twenty alchemy furnaces in front of him, as if he was going to refine twenty furnaces of elixirs in one breath,

the head of the sect almost couldn't breathe.

Spendthrift!!!

Even the famous alchemy masters in the world of cultivation dare not deal with so many alchemy furnaces in one breath, how dare he waste things like this!!

The head of the sect couldn't help but look at Chu Feng, with a look of "Now you see what kind of person your disciple is".

As a result, he met Chu Feng's eyes that were calm and gentle to Si Qi.

He even used a handkerchief to wipe the non-existent sweat on his disciple's face every now and then, and helped the boy to smooth his hair, accidentally touching his cheek with his fingertips, and then retracted his fingertips.

The head of the sect was furious, and felt that he was going crazy.

This damned vixen boy!! He dared to use his beauty to seduce his master!!

Si Qi finally counted the alchemy furnace and materials, and said eagerly: "Everything is ready, we can start the experiment!"

The author has something to say:

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47: You sit at home, and the pot comes from the sky.

Isn't he the one who was taken advantage of? Why is he also the one who was scolded? →_→

Chu Xun (guilty): Ahem.

Thank you for the mines of the blue sea~