Feng Ziyu's rampant appearance made Qingyun envious and angry, but after changing the subject, she still solemnly instructed:

"Although the little genius, a cultivator in the Concentration Realm, had just seen the path of spiritual consciousness, he couldn't hold on for too long to fight with this, but even if he only had a moment and a half hour, it was enough to kill low-level cultivators dozens of times."

Upon hearing this, the young master nodded very seriously, which also changed Feng Ziyu's sense of his feelings a lot.

"Of course, under normal circumstances, a cultivator in the Yuanhua realm will not be arrogant enough to provoke a cultivator in the Concentrating Realm, but if you really encounter it, and use all means to use, you may have a chance to survive after you are exhausted."

"Thank you, Mr. Yu."

Qingyun sincerely clasped his fists.

"You're welcome, starting from the cultivator of the Concentration Realm, the transformation of spiritual power is no longer a simple dead object. After injecting the power of spiritual consciousness, it will transform into a spiritual living creature. Although there is a time limit, you can imagine the difference between using spiritual power and using spiritual consciousness."

"Well, it seems that I really have to consider saving my life first."

"If you have this idea, the chance of escaping is much higher. The Yuanhua Realm and the Concentration Realm seem to be separated by only one layer of Yuanshen's Fastening Clothes, but in fact it is like an abyss from the galaxy, which cannot be simply estimated."

Feng Ziyu warned earnestly.

"Okay! Since we all live next door from now on, students will ask Yu Shao for advice!"

"Hahaha, it's easy to say~"

"Hmph, look at your virtue, I don't let poetry fool you with your set of cloud-piercing palms."

The young master said viciously.

After breakfast, the two of them rushed to the Xuefu Building and waited to enter the classroom. Old Fei had already sat upright on the podium, as if waiting for Feng Ziyu to come.

"Ziyu, why are you late today?"

Old Fei still closed his eyes slightly, looking half dead, and asked without raising his head.

"Sorry, Mr. Fei, I was too tired to discuss the alchemy with Qingyun last night and was so late today. The student was wrong."

Faced with Mr. Fei, Feng Ziyu's attitude was extremely humble.

"oh?"

Old Fei said meaningfully but did not comment. Then he said lightly, let's take a seat, and then opened the textbook.

"Although there is not much theoretical knowledge in the three days, the historical development is indispensable. I hope you will be able to listen to the lecture."

"Abide by Mr. Fei's teachings!"

Everyone agreed in unison.

The poor young master was still pulled by Feng Ziyu and sat in the first row. Mr. Fei would not say much about this, but Qingyun could clearly feel that the familiar gazes in the back row were obviously more hostile than yesterday.

From being unfamiliar on the first day to being familiar with the next day, Qingyun has gradually adapted to this kind of study and life, and the history of alchemy told by Mr. Fei quoted scriptures and classics is indeed very attractive.

Especially when it comes to various versions and improvements of some low-level pill recipes, he even talks very well.

As Long Fushi said, it is possible that just by changing a certain spiritual material or even a slight dose, it is very likely that a completely different elixir will be refined.

However, unlike yesterday, Mr. Fei’s lecture today did not last long. After noon, after brewing a pot of spiritual tea again, he first looked at the red sun outside the window and then said:

"Well, it seems that everyone has a good grasp of basic knowledge. It happened that a talented young alchemist came to Xingzhi Palace. Old man, I'll be lazy, and he will teach the following courses."

After saying that, Mr. Fei, who had just finished a class for half a lesson, was so leisurely that he packed up his teapot and textbooks.

In front of everyone, the old man slowly got up, slowly got off the podium, and then sat down again with Qingyun, as if he was a student.

After a moment, a handsome face, a burly eagle-nosed man with an explosive domineering aura walked in.

Some students with strong eyes have recognized the other person, and even if they don’t recognize the person’s appearance, his purple elixir robe embroidered with a treasure vase always shows his respected identity.

"I've met Teacher Shutong!"

Regardless of whether they know each other or not, everyone will stand up and salute.

In addition to Mr. Fei, who smiled and had a smile on his head, there was Feng Ziyu who covered his face with a jade plaque light curtain and his cheeks were burned like a soldering iron.

"Damn, why is it him?"

Qingyun was closest to her, so she naturally heard the girl's scolding, while Old Fei seemed to have never heard of it, but his turbid eyes seemed to have already seen everything.

"Sit down, Qingyun, you should sit down!"

"I haven't even sat down, why should I sit down? I'm not Mr. Yu!"

Feng Ziyu kept using his spiritual sense to transmit, which made his head hurt and he couldn't help but replied in a low voice.

Shu Tong has a tall figure, and he is almost as tall as Fei Lao, who is standing. After striding onto the podium, he is not in a hurry to speak, so the students cannot sit down.

The poor Feng Ziyu didn't dare to look at Shu Tong at all, so he could only try his best to put the jade plaque light curtain to the maximum and cover the face with it. He stomped his feet at a loss, looking ridiculous.

"Mad, you know you're embarrassed!"

Qingyun complained silently.

Interestingly, Shu Tong's fair face, which was as white as a woman, suddenly turned red when she saw Feng Ziyu in the first row, and then her eyes began to wander, and the podium was creaking with her hands clenching.

My master was afraid that this elder brother would just smash the podium.

"Ahem, all the classmates, this...good morning."

"Hello, Teacher Shutong."

Everyone greeted each other in unison.

"It seems that everyone knows me, so I won't introduce myself."

After saying that, Shutong shot his eyes into the distance, and then he seemed to calm down and his speech began to become more and more flexible.

"Haha...sit...sit everyone..."

After sitting in an orderly manner, Shu Tong learned from Mr. Fei, knocked on the table with ancient books and said with a smile:

"As a alchemist in both palaces, I have the responsibility to teach younger generations. I happened to meet Mr. Fei here yesterday. At the invitation of him, I will take over the course of the recent course. Do you have any objections?"

"No!"

"Hahaha, I recall that I was the same student as you. In a flash, decades have passed, and we have become a qualified alchemist and even taught students. Destiny is really interesting!"

Shutong's hearty laughter echoed in the spacious classroom, causing the first nervousness of the more than 100 students to relax, but they were disappointed but behind them.

Although Mr. Fei is not allowed to whisper in class, he will order students to discuss with each other after raising questions, including a lot of time to ask questions and think.

Moreover, he may seem a bit harsh, but the actual classroom atmosphere is not solemn, but this tall Shutong is completely the opposite.

This person looks cheerful and casual, but when he teaches, he is full of rules and regulations and a straightforward look.

Not to mention whispering, unless he asks a question himself, the student cannot make any other moves. He must wait until he finishes explaining a certain paragraph before he can raise his hand to report it.

"Although the techniques of alchemy are important, it is even more indispensable to identify pharmacology and remember the properties of medicine. So today we will start with the genera of the Sylves and roughly sort out the various spiritual materials needed for alchemy."

I don’t know if it was because of the first lecture, but he probably made a lesson plan for a whole book in his jade plaque. The huge light curtain was unfolded, and the wall behind it was not even enough to project the teaching.

The students sat upright, not daring to blink. Apart from Mr. Fei, who smiled from time to time, only Feng Ziyu lowered her head from beginning to end, and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Young alchemists are different. This course looks stereotyped, but Shutong's thoughts are wild, which is obviously different from Mr. Fei."

Qingyun writes quickly from time to time, quickly recording Shu Tong's story, and is also impressed.

Of course, he also knew that this was because most of what Mr. Fei said was history and development, and there were very few specific alchemy and medicines involved, and even if there was one, it was just a part of the area.

The young master guessed that he probably thought that the new student would not be very useful for listening, and the old student would not need to listen anymore. Including Shu Tong’s lecture today, it actually doesn’t even count as an entry, and at most it can only be considered a knock on the door.

"I wonder if you have noticed that people usually don't have much appetite when they see blue food. Does anyone know why?"

At noon, when today's course was about to end, Shutong asked a very interesting question.

"you say."

He pointed to the freshman from Zixia Cave in the back row.

"Because there is no blue food in our major staple foods."

"Well, not completely right, what's your name?"

"Return to the teacher, student Qian Zhong"

"Sit down."

Looking at this high-level alchemist who looked sunny and cheerful but was extremely serious when he started class, the freshman named Qian Zhong, who was a little regretful and raised his hand to answer.

"Who else knows?"

Shu Tong's voice was louder than that of Old Fei. I don't know if it was because of the momentum of the concentration realm. After glanced around, no one dared to raise his hand to answer.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his gaze back to the podium that he had never been "attention". A blush flashed across his face. Shu Tong coughed twice, and said in an extremely gentle tone:

"Ziyu, tell me."

This call almost made everyone feel like ants crawling with their bodies, and they had countless goose bumps. The word Ziyu was so stingy.

"Ah? Me?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Ziyu did not get up, but just looked up suddenly and said incrediblely.

Since Mr. Fei was by her side, the young master who was closest to her could only glance with his eyes. Then Qingyun found that Yu Shao had already had a peach blossom face and his cheeks were blushing, as if he had taken that medicine.

"Well, tell me."

Shutong stared at Feng Ziyu with a burning gaze, but Qingyun could see that his big hands began to rub the podium again, thinking that the podium would collapse tomorrow.

"This...this...this..."

The teacher stood and the students sat. It was probably the only girl who dared to do this in the entire Zhijing Cave Heaven.
Chapter completed!