“Xiao Lin is here?”

Long Rongzhi's face suddenly lit up with joy, and he beckoned: "Come in, come in, my master just has a question to ask you, that is, there is a flaw in the 'Violent Posing Holy Pill'..."

Mu Lin’s mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he hurriedly said: “Wait a minute.”

"Um?"

 Long Rongzhi stopped and said happily: "Do you have a solution?"

"none."

Mu Lin stepped into the room, stood on one side, and bowed again: "I will study the various pills you took later. Don't be in a hurry. Why are you calling me here this time?"

 What he knows.

If he didn't ask the question himself, the master in front of him could stop him and ask him questions for three and a half days without stopping.

 The point is that these trivial matters are of no use even if they are solved.

Today is the "Violent Posing Pill", tomorrow it will be the "Super Congestion Pill", and the day after tomorrow there will be the "Yi Ni Hegemonic Pill"...

If the master could put this weird idea into studying the way of the Holy Emperor, it is estimated that hundreds of years ago, the strength should be able to go further.

But……

pity!

Mu Lin regrets that his master has become a semi-sage and has not made any progress in hundreds of years.

Mingming Jinzhao is of the same lineage and was born to fight, but he went astray and put all his energy into alchemy. It was simply a waste of talent!

 But this is his master, the master who has brought him out of his childhood, just like a father.

No matter how old and foolish you are, the younger generation can only rely on them and not disobey them.

"oh."

 “There seems to be something...”

Long Rongzhi lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a long time. Finally, he remembered something and started to touch around on his body.

After a long time, he dug out a charred piece of paper from the inner button of his sleeve robe, with less than half of it left after being blown up. Then he stared at the paper for a long time, "What is it?"

Mu Lin sighed, took the note, read it, and said: "Holy Kui paper...how did you blow up like this?"

 Saint Kui wood is probably the most fearless medicinal tree in the world.

Even if it is calcined with white flame, it will not be destroyed even if it takes less than half a day.

Hearing this, Long Rongzhi suddenly became interested.

"Fried!"

 “Violent Poshengwan!”

"Yes, I wanted to ask you just now. Although this pill cannot help you become a saint, as long as you hold the divinity, the power of the explosion can be increased to several levels. This thing can save your life. Let's study it..."

“Master!” Mu Lin interrupted, “Have you also forgotten the Holy Kui paper?”

"Um?"

Long Rongzhi tilted his head and gave a low voice of doubt, his expression emotionless.

Mu Lin sighed: "Senior brother indeed left the palace decades ago and failed to fulfill his obligation to support you, but I am here!"

“You don’t need to worry about those chores, I’ll just take care of them.”

"But this holy paper is the only way to contact you two. You can't forget this, right?"

Long Rongzhi turned his head and looked at the large bathtub surrounded by five people in front of him. He said nothing, looking like a very angry little old man.

Mu Lin continued: "It is indeed wrong that he has not sent you a message or come back to see you in these years. But because of this, the Holy Kui paper can still be delivered, which shows that the matter is serious."

As he spoke, he put away the completely blackened half piece of paper and inquired: "You must have read the contents above. Now that it has been bombed, I can't see anything. Please tell me so that I can take care of it.

?”

 “Nothing.”

 Long Melt’s head doesn’t even look back.

Mu Lin sighed, it was always difficult for him to match the master he had at this moment with the master who was so illustrious decades ago and would violently kill someone even if they didn't agree with each other.

At that time, Master was worthy of the name "Long Rongzhi".

 Now, it’s just a “zhi” at best…

But he was full of slander and did not dare to speak. Mu Lin pretended to turn around and said: "Master, if there is nothing else, I will retreat first?"

"etc!"

Long Rongzhi stood up immediately, saw his apprentice turning his head and looking over, tugged the corner of his mouth, and said: "I called you here this time because of the method of maintaining the divinity of the 'Violent Posing Holy Pill'. You go back and study this thing carefully.

I will tell you the solution as a teacher later."

“Hmm.” Mu Lin nodded: “What else?”

“You haven’t given me the solution to the last ‘Holy Roar Heart-Splitting Pill’ yet.” Long Rongzhi narrowed his eyes.

“Okay, my apprentice is almost here, and she will give you the follow-up instructions.” Mu Lin said with a brow, “Then?”

　　　…”

 After a few breaths of silence, Long Rongzhi finally sighed.

“Then there’s one more little thing... Something must have happened to your senior brother. You should investigate. He sent a message. There is an apprentice named Xu Xiaoshou in the Eastern Region.”

 The words stopped abruptly.

 Long Rongzhi finished speaking quickly, then sat down again, looking at the alchemy furnace with an expression that said, "That's it, you can do it, I'm going to make the elixir."

"good."

Mu Lin raised the corners of his lips, and without asking any further questions, nodded and turned around to leave.

He had already known that something happened to his senior brother beforehand. He just waited for the master to say it out of his mouth, hoping that it would melt the ice in his heart.

 As for having an apprentice...

 “Xu Xiaoshou, right?”

Mu Lin pondered, this matter is easy to handle, it can be solved in one sentence.

"Snapped!"

 The wooden door was reinstalled.

Through the white thatched hut, Long Rongzhi looked at Mu Lin who was leaving quickly, and his expression became serious.

 He had a total of two apprentices throughout his life.

The eldest brother, Sang Qiye, and the second child, Mu Lin, were both the thorns in their hearts that were tortured from the beginning.

 It’s just that the development paths of the two are completely opposite.

I thought that the boss, who had a relatively peaceful personality, would stay with me, but I never thought that the boy would be the first to leave, and even left with hatred.

 Lao Er, who is known for being gloomy and ruthless, is actually the one who pays most attention to emotions.

Over the years, except for going out on missions, I basically served him in the Holy Palace, without any complaints, and never left.

 “Xiao Sang…”

Long Rongzhi murmured in a daze, suddenly thought of something, stood up and knocked the wooden door away with a bang.

 “Holy Kui paper! Give it back to me, give it back to me!”

Mu Lin, who was riding the crane, didn’t even look back: “At the door.”

Long Rong was startled, turned around, and kicked the door panel open. The blackened half piece of Holy Kui paper lay alone.

 He picked it up like a treasure, took it back carefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

 At this time.

 “Boom!”

 There was a muffled sound in the house, and then the temperature around the room rose sharply.

Long Rongzhi's old eyes widened, and he realized that when he was lost in concentration just now, the liquid in the alchemy cauldron was out of control.

 He tried to turn around to make a rescue, but with a loud bang, a beam of divine light burst into the sky.

 Then the sky thundered and rumbled.

 A burning smell instantly spread from the surroundings of the white thatched cottage.

 “Holy miracle!”

"Oh my god, it's another holy miracle. This time the interval is so short. The saint is taking pity on us again."

“He who hears the Tao in the morning will die in the evening.”

 At the foot of Siling Mountain, those who looked up at the sky cheered again.
To be continued...