Although Zhao Jing didn't understand cultivation, he could see the different reactions of these things, not to mention that Taoist Xuanyi next to him was shaking non-stop as if he had Parkinson's disease, and his eyes seemed to be glued to the pile of things.
“These…these things…”
He didn't know what to say.
An Jingzhi looked dissatisfied, "All of this was refined using the resources you provided me. I even put in a lot of it myself!"
"How else could you possibly refine so many magical instruments with just those ores that only have a tiny amount of spiritual energy?"
"The Cultivation Academy is going to open, so it can't be nothing, right?"
"These instruments and books are for learning. Don't worry, I've simplified them. Anyone who can read should be able to understand them."
He raised his hand, and the small tripod in Taoist Xuanyi's hand immediately fell back into the pile of magic weapons.
"You're going to drool if I keep looking at you." He said with disgust.
Taoist Xuanyi looked at the small tripod that fell into a pile of magic tools with envy.
"Senior," he looked at An Jingzhi eagerly, "I have been studying with you for such a long time. Do I have these magical instruments?"
"If you want to open a cultivation academy, you will definitely be too busy to handle it alone, and no one else knows as much as I do. I can help you run errands, as long as you give me the small tripod."
Zhao Jing's eyes almost popped out. Is this still the Taoist master with an immortal appearance, Master Xuanyi?
Could it be that someone switched it?
An Jingzhi pretended to think for a second or two and then reluctantly agreed.
"Okay, I can only ask you for help."
He glanced at Zhao Jing with disdain, "At least he's much better than him."
The corner of Zhao Jing's mouth twitched. It's not like he had never heard the other party give lectures before, but the content sounded like a mystery to him. The key point was that sometimes he couldn't even understand what the other party was saying!
Relying on those obscure syllables to cultivate? Or dreaming is faster.
"Then you can ask all the soldiers who have trained with me before to come and take the test."
"Although the threshold for cultivation has been greatly lowered, there is still a threshold."
"They followed me for a while before, so they should have an advantage over others."
As soon as An Jingzhi finished speaking, Zhao Jing was immediately ecstatic.
"Mr. An, are you serious?"
"Cough cough." An Jingzhi pretended to cough, wiped the corner of his mouth which was empty, turned around and walked away quickly.
Looking at his unusual appearance, Zhao Jing turned his gaze to Taoist Xuanyi standing beside him.
The other party also looked at An Jingzhi's back, as if thinking about something.
"Master, is there something wrong with Mr. An's health?"
No matter what, the other party is a cultivator, why would he cough?
If the other party had coughed before, let alone coughed up blood, he would not have cared. It would be better if he coughed to death!
But after An Jingzhi showed them the Sutra Library and the Storage Pavilion, and after hearing An Jingzhi's words of disdain yet intimacy...
He found that they seemed to have made a mistake...
"According to the classification of the immortal world, the senior's cultivation level is at least two thousand years old, so it is impossible for him to have the diseases of ordinary people." Taoist Xuanyi glanced at the magic weapon in the corner.
Pointing his finger, he said, "Could it be because too much effort has been put into refining these magical instruments?"
"And the editors of the Sutra Library?"
Zhao Jing suddenly realized: "That's right!"
"Mr. An hasn't been going anywhere during this period, and he was fine a while ago. He suddenly started coughing. It must be related to these things!"
"See, he even touched the corner of his mouth secretly. Could he be coughing up blood?!" He said with concern.
"This is indeed what happens when a cultivator's meridians are damaged," said Taoist Xuanyi. "As the senior said just now, these magical instruments have consumed all the resources you sent, and they also cost him his own."
"He definitely doesn't have any medicine to treat his internal injuries now."
Zhao Jing immediately said, "I see! I'll go back and get it for Mr. An!"
After saying that, he turned and ran away.
As he rushed back, he reported the situation here to General Wu via mobile phone.
General Wu on the other side was also very surprised when he heard about it. If it was really as Zhao Jing said, then they might have really misunderstood each other!
If the other party really had evil intentions, it would be normal for them to be so wary of him, but if he didn't...
"General Wu..." Zhao Jing arrived at the place and before he could say much, General Wu immediately handed him the medicinal herbs that he had someone send over, all of which were over ten thousand years old.
"No need to say more, just send it over first."
If the other party deliberately pretends to have internal injuries, all their actions are to defraud the medicinal materials, and they will only lose these medicinal materials.
If it is true, what they lost is a cultivator who is sincere to China, and a chance to survive this crisis.
He believed in Zhao Jing's judgment.
Zhao Jing didn't say much. He turned around with the medicinal herbs and got on the special plane, returning to Qiumao Mountain as quickly as possible.
An Jingzhi was sitting in the main hall. When he heard the hurried knock on the door outside, he wiped his face with his hand, and his whole face turned slightly pale before he slowly got up and opened the door.
"Go prepare for the enrollment. Send me all the lists of people who meet the requirements. I'll screen them myself. Don't bother me if you have nothing else to do."
He threw the notebook in his hand away impatiently.
Zhao Jing didn't feel disgusted at all. He picked up the book in a panic. When he looked up again, he found that An Jingzhi's face was a little pale.
It looked abnormal at first glance, "Mr. An——"
“Cough cough cough——”
An Jingzhi's cough interrupted what he was about to say.
"These are medicinal herbs that are over ten thousand years old. Mr. An, please use them."
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