Shen Bu asked, "So you want Zhizhi to show his face in front of the Lord of Yaowang Valley?"
With the talent of cultivating spiritual plants with branches, I'm afraid that when the owner of Yaowang Valley finds out, he will be eager to take Zhizhi back to Yaowang Valley, right?
If that really happens, I'm afraid the Changqiu Sect will go crazy!
The second elder nodded. He glanced at Song Yizhi and then said to Shen Bu, "If Zhizhi's mother had not been the great elder, I would have recommended her to Yaowang Valley. Not everyone has the talent to cultivate spiritual plants."
Zhizhi is useless in cultivation, but that is because she is not willing to practice, but she is talented in farming.
It's a pity that Zhizhi doesn't have a fire root, otherwise she would definitely be an alchemist.
Song Yizhi's mouth twitched.
She understands this intention, but! She just wants to eat salted fish!
Why is it so difficult for her to lie down!
After thinking about it, Shen Bu nodded in agreement, "Okay, when the time comes, you can take Zhizhi to the Lord of Yaowang Valley to become familiar with him."
Having more connections and more outlets will be of no harm to Zhizhi Baili. Song Luo's side...
Cut it first and play it later!
The third elder and the fourth elder naturally have no objection.
They have watched Zhizhi grow up, so they naturally hope that Zhizhi will be well.
Song Yizhi, who had been arranged well, couldn't help but look up at the sky.
She wanted to refuse, but the two elders were doing it for her own good, and she would not be able to break their hearts if she refused.
Okay, just go and go through the motions!
After saying this, Shen Bu got up and left.
The third elder was busy refining weapons and left after saying a few words to a few people.
Seeing that the Fourth Elder was about to leave, Song Yizhi hurriedly said, "Fourth Elder, I am guilty!"
The Fourth Elder paused for a moment, then turned back to look at Song Yizhi, unable to catch his breath, "You roasted the crane I raised again?!"
Looking at the fourth elder who almost jumped, the second elder raised his hand to his forehead.
Only Zhizhi can make the Fourth Elder so angry, right?
Song Yizhi shook his head.
Rong Yueyuan took a sip of tea.
It turns out that this is how Song Yizhi and the Fourth Elder get along.
The fourth elder breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could finish, he asked again, "If you didn't roast the crane, what did you do? Wait, could it be that you killed the deer I raised?!"
That's what he kept for Zhenfeng!
This unlucky boy really couldn't kill that deer, right?!
Song Yizhi looked at the fourth elder and shook his head, "No."
The fourth elder was getting older, and he couldn't bear the ups and downs of his mood. He glared at Song Yizhi, smiled and cursed, "You unlucky kid, just tell me, I promise not to beat you to death."
Song Yizhi raised the culprit and said with a look of death, "The little cat scratched Junior Sister Lan. I didn't stop the little cat at that time. Fourth Elder, I will admit it if you want to beat or punish him!"
The fourth elder glanced at Song Yizhi's little kitten and was helpless, "Is that all? It's okay, it's okay. You didn't mean it."
It would be nice if he could give Sissy a few magical artifacts as comfort when he gets back.
Song Yizhi seemed to be relieved, with a smile on his face.
"But Zhizhi, don't you like raising these spiritual pets?" the fourth elder asked curiously.
Song Yizhi turned his head and looked at Rong Yueyuan.
The fourth elder looked over and couldn't help but frown when he saw Rong Yueyuan.
This is Rong Yueyuan’s spiritual beast??
What's going on?!
"I haven't had time to tell you about the spiritual beast that just formed a contract," Rong Yueyuan said warmly.
The fourth elder looked shocked.
The second elder took a breath.
What is the origin of this little black cat? How could Rong Yueyuan make a contract with it?
"Yuyu is quite wild. I am responsible for it scratching your disciple." Rong Yueyuan took out a storage bag and handed it to the fourth elder. "This is a little compensation from me. Please pass it on to the fourth elder."
After receiving the storage bag, the fourth elder looked back and forth between Rong Yueyuan and Xiaomao, "Wait, what did you call it? Yuyu??"
Rong Yueyuan nodded, "Its name."
Fourth Elder:......
Second Elder:......
Song Yiheng looked at the two elders who were so shocked that they were speechless and felt comfortable.
The fourth elder took the compensation Rong Yueyuan gave to Lan Qianqian and left. His steps were a little frivolous when he left, obviously he was so shocked that he had not recovered yet.
The second elder calmed down and then said to Song Yizhi, "Zhizhi, how did you cultivate the blood jade palm lotus?"
Song Yizhi thought for a while, but couldn't explain these two sentences clearly, "Second Elder, please wait a moment, I will write a pamphlet for you."
The second elder nodded.
Song Yizhi put down Yuyu and went to the house to write a booklet.
Looking at Song Yiheng and Feng Yi'an standing aside, the second elder said, "You two, don't stand around. Come and sit."
The two of them walked up and sat down in response.
The second elder and Song Yiheng said, "Reach out your hand and let me see your body."
Although the previous injury has healed, no one can guarantee whether it will recur, so it is better to be cautious.
Song Yiheng stretched out his hand, nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Second Elder."
"There's no need to be so polite." The second elder raised his hand and placed it on Song Yiheng's wrist, and the spiritual power entered his body along the meridians.
The second elder withdrew his spiritual power and looked at Song Yiheng thoughtfully.
Song Yiheng, who was as steady as he was, felt flustered when he saw the second elder looking thoughtful. He took back his hand and said tentatively, "Second elder, is there something wrong with my body?"
Rong Yueyuan put down the teacup and looked a little more serious.
The second elder nodded and shook his head.
Feng Yian also breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the second elder nodding and shaking his head, he said angrily, "If you have something to say, don't scare people. What happened to him? Could it be that he is about to die soon?!"
Song Yiheng turned his head and glanced at Feng Yi'an faintly, "Are you just looking forward to my death?"
"I care about you!" Feng Yian glanced at Song Yiheng, and then looked at the second elder to urge him to speak, "Whether it's life or death, you should give me a sure answer!"
"You are old." The second elder glared at Feng Yi'an angrily, and then said, "He injured his dantian before, and it was cured after I treated him in time. But anyone who cultivates immortality knows what dantian is."
Feng Yian glanced at Song Yiheng and saw that he was calm and felt that her previous worries were in vain.
"Let's put it this way, an uninjured Dantian is an intact mirror. Yiheng's Dantian is a broken mirror. It has been repaired but the cracks are still there. His Dantian is much more fragile than a normal Dantian. If you are not careful,
It will collapse." The second elder gave an example so that Rong Yueyuan and Feng Yian could hear it.
Feng Yi'an's face darkened, "So this kind of damage is irreversible?"
The second elder nodded and glanced at Feng Yi'an appreciatively, "The Dantian is the most important thing. Any damage to it will be a fatal blow to the path of cultivation."
Feng Yian nodded, her tone deep and unable to hide her worry, "So what's wrong with him now? Is there something wrong with his dantian again?"
The second elder nodded.
The gentleness on Rong Yueyuan's face turned into worry, and Feng Yi'an made no secret of her worries about Song Yiheng.
As a party involved, Song Yiheng was very calm.
When he was injured, he knew that some injuries were irreversible, and the temporary recovery was only temporary.
The second elder didn't give in anymore, and his tone was filled with surprise, "But Yiheng's current situation...how should I put it, the hidden wounds on his Dantian are almost healed, and it won't take long for them to be healed and restored to the same state as before."
After the second elder finished speaking, Feng Yian was confused.
Didn’t you just say it’s irreversible?
How can it be better?
Of course, he hoped that Song Yiheng would be well. After all, he and himself were...
Feng Yian breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand and patted Song Yiheng's shoulder, feeling sincerely happy for him.