Chapter 69: game.

In the small black room, looking at it from a close distance, the other person's beauty is almost flawless-but the most striking thing is not his appearance, but the high above, as if facing everything cold and deserted.
At this time, Yan Lei was about 80% sure that the few Jidan Pills were made by the young man in front of him. Being able to make a pill with such a high degree of integration, he has no doubt that the talent of the person in front of him must have been favored by Da Neng as a disciple and tried his best to cultivate it. There is only one problem now-
With a suave smile on Yan Lei's face, he said, "I'll just ask Daoist fellow below, is the master of the saint sect?"
Lin Zhizhi shook his head calmly.
"That's good. To be honest, I'm Qing Fengzong Yan Lei, there is something I want to cooperate with fellow Daoists. I don't know if friends know the'danban'?" Yan Lei breathed a sigh of relief, and gradually introduced himself to dig three feet to find the forest. Know the true purpose.
Lin Zhizhi continued to shake his head.
Yan Lei had already given Lin Zhizhi an identity as a "someone who has been in hiding for many years," and explained to him in great detail: "I'm on the Continent of the Clouds, the Twelve Sacred Sects will be held in turn every ten years. The large-scale alchemy event is called the "Pill Banquet". The Twelve Holy Sects use its final ranking to determine the resource allocation during the ten years. This year's "Pill Banquet" was hosted by my Qingfeng Sect, but I am ashamed to say , Qing Fengzong has been weak in recent years, and even the chief disciple has fallen not long ago, and none of the remaining disciples can afford the ability to participate in the'Pill Banquet'. If this is the case, it's fine, but it's at the end. But in addition to the twelve sects, there are several big sects who are looking forward to replacing the Qing Fengzong and entering the twelve holy sects. If they fail again this time, I am afraid they will fall from one of the holy sects... These are the truths. I know, I don’t have to hide it. This time I accompany Master to go out, the purpose is to find someone into my Qingfengzong, to participate in this "danban"."
After hearing this, Lin Zhizhi questioned the process of ‘Dan Banquet’:
Is it possible to join temporarily?

Yan Lei said: "Don't worry about this. As long as the people we find agree, we will declare that they are disciples trained secretly by our sect-as long as they represent Qingfeng Sect, even if most people know the truth, we have to admit that the results are valid. "
"Except for that big disciple, your sect has nothing else to fight?"
This time, Yan Lei hesitated for a while before he laughed bitterly: "This involves some inside stories... I can’t say. Of course, if the Daoist agrees, we will tell you this in detail. Not only that, as long as we can help me. We are willing to pay a great price to keep the holy sect status—"
"such as?"
"Lingshi, medicine, and prescriptions are all available in unlimited quantities. Qingfengzong will be your most loyal backing in the future—naturally, some of the secrets of our sect will also be taught to you, including the treasures of Zhenzong. ...But you have to sign a soul contract, and you will never be allowed to spread it out. If you have any requirements, as long as we can do it, we will try our best to meet them. I don’t know what the friendship is like? You need to know that ordinary casual cultivators are even qualified to watch the "danban" No." Yan Lei lured him to profit. At the beginning, it was plausible, but afterwards, looking at Lin Zhizhi’s unimpressed eyes, he immediately realized that such a person would not be easily moved by those material interests-ah quickly turned the conversation and quoted. To the last sentence.
This condition is actually very generous. But Lin Zhizhi also guessed that there were more difficulties Yan Lei did not say clearly.
Such a big sect, there must be people who stick to the old rules, how can a young disciple decide such an important candidate? Presumably what Yan Lei is looking for is just a "candidate". Next, he will face competition, the test from the elders, and maybe there will be more stringent problems...
If it doesn't pass, Yan Lei's words are just Wangmei to quench his thirst.
In Lin Zhizhi’s original plan, he planned to have a long-term cooperation with the big chain brand Lingyao Pavilion, and then held auctions, occasionally shot out to practice alchemy for specific monks, so as to gain popularity-as a monk in Zhonglu, Young Master Lin's family doesn't even know what "danban" is.
Now that Yan Lei took the initiative to offer this better opportunity, Lin Zhizhi would naturally not refuse.
Competition and difficulties? He never feared these.
Yan Lei waited nervously for the answer from the other party, and saw the black-haired young man in front of him in the silence, opening his lips: "I am indeed the one who refines the pill. I can try to help you."
Yan Lei breathed a sigh of relief, and put on a handsome expression, so handsome that he owed his face: "Then we are allies now. Will Brother Lin Xian wait for something? Go with me to see my master in the afternoon?"
Lin Zhizhi glanced at him leisurely: "Before you come, I am going down the mountain."
Yan Lei is probably a person who doesn't know how to look at his face, and he was stunned: "Should I be with you?"
Young Master Lin glanced at the handsome young man indifferently with a mentally retarded vision, and with a wave of his long sleeves, his sword went down the mountain. When he came back after eating the noodles contentedly, Yan Lei was still waiting at the door of his house-I don't know if he just came here or hasn't left.
Yan Lei is also wearing a blue shirt today, with a small green phoenix embroidered near the neckline, which is a martial art uniform. Standing with Lin Zhizhi, he looked like a pair of brothers with different temperaments from a distance.
"I just came back from the master, he said he wanted to see you." Seeing Lin Zhizhi's return, Yan Lei was a little excited and pulled him to leave.
Lin Zhizhi avoided his outstretched hand, raised his chin, and gestured naturally to the other person to lead the way: "Don't touch me, I'll just follow you."
Yan Lei: "..."
I feel disgusted...
The current big disciple of the Qing Fengzong is bitter, taking on the role of a wayfinding guide, and leading Lin Zhizhi to the small courtyard prepared by the Biyunmen for Qing Fengzong.
Yan Lei’s master is an old man with a personality similar to him. He is dressed in a gray robe with layers of golden runes on his cuffs. There is a purple and gold gourd hanging from his waist. He is sitting in the lobby and drinking with a woman in pink. tea. To the left of the two of them, there was a gloomy-looking man who chatted with the old man from time to time.
"Oops, why is he here?" Yan Lei cried out the first second he opened the door. The youth immediately closed the door again and pulled Lin Zhizhi aside and said softly, "We will come again when that person is gone."
"Who is he?"
"His name is Yan Qilu, who is also a disciple of Qing Fengzong, and he is not in agreement with me. He wants to recommend his person to represent Qing Fengzong to participate in the banquet. I chose you. I originally wanted Master to see you first. Satisfied, he can't say anything." Yan Lei squeezed a word of "chuan" out of his brow, and explained to Lin Zhizhi in annoyance.
"Yan Lei, why have you come here to hide? Why don't you bring the guests in?" The old man's voice was filled with spiritual power and came out loudly through the door.
"I see, Master." Yan Lei drooped his face and yelled at the door with increased volume. Turning his head, he looked at Lin Zhizhi again expectantly: "I'm so sorry, he might make things difficult for you later, can you?"
In Yan Lei's heart, Lin Zhizhi should be the kind of temperament that was carefully taught by a casual cultivator since he was a child, and that he did not like to talk or like human touch. Yan Qilu likes to insult others with the radical method the most. He is really worried that Lin Zhizhi will not be humiliated and be hit.
The black-haired boy did not answer him directly, but said lightly: "Go in."
At the door, Yan Lei tidied up the messy clothes and smoothed the fluffy hair. Finally, he adjusted his expression, restrained his manners, and pushed open the door with his chest straight.
"I have seen Master. Huh, sister, you are here too." He first said hello to the old man, then he looked at the pink-clothed woman, nodded with her, ignored Yan Qilu the whole process-Lin Zhizhi also followed and glanced at that Jiao Pretty girl, found that this was the person who chatted with Yan Lei on the second floor of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion that day.
"Stop your mouth and tongue!" the old man scolded. Seeing that Yan Lei stopped talking, he looked at Lin Zhizhi--this man was an extraordinary man, no matter his manners or manners. Even because of that blue shirt, he faintly gave birth to the idea that "this child should be my apprentice". A white light flashed between the old man's fingers, and a rounded pill appeared on the table: "Yan Lei told me. Little friend, is this the pill you made?"
The words of the old man made the eyes of the other people present also fall on the black-haired boy.
Lin Zhizhi took a look at it. This is exactly one of the pill pill he sold to Lingyao Pavilion: "Yes."
The frame of the old man’s [favorite index 30, attitude is for scrutiny] exclaimed:
It’s really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and the integration rate is as high as 70%. Looking at the Holy Sect, it can be counted as a number.

His words seem to be complimenting, but in fact, he is revealing a message: There are many people who can make this medicine in the twelve sects of Tianyun, so don't be too proud, boy.
Lin Zhizhi understood the meaning of his words, followed Mao and said, "Don't dare."
When Young Master Lin wants to please someone, it is actually very easy. His appearance is very good, the kind of face that elders and peers would appreciate--but on this occasion, Lin Zhizhi's appearance has two huge flaws.
One is too young, and the other is too good-looking. He doesn't look like a pharmacist who is obsessed with alchemy all day long.
Although the pink-clothed woman showed curiosity without concealment, Yan Qilu was distrustful of Chi Guoguo, and his favorability index was also quite low: [index 13, attitude is hostile]... His skeptical eyes were when Lin Zhizhi nodded. After reaching the peak, seeing the old man nodding his head in satisfaction, he suddenly said: "True man, I think this pill is good in color and smell. It seems that this little friend has quite a lot of knowledge in the alchemy. I invite you. The Keqing who came here just happened to be worried that no one would discuss it. I wonder if we can let them have a try, so as to save real people from being embarrassed."
Yan Lei glared at Yan Qilu viciously when he heard the words, and then hurriedly said to the old man: "Master, I just had a good talk with Brother Lin Xian, he was not prepared at all—"
"Junior Brother Yan's words are bad. Alchemy is something that is inscribed in the bones. Do I still need to prepare?" Yan Qilu looked polite, and he blocked Yan Lei's mouth drippingly.
Yan Lei said angrily: "Even the practice of selling oil makes perfect! The people you found have prepared for so many days, and now compare with Lin Xian, are you ashamed?"
Yan Lei's appearance gave Yan Qilu infinite confidence-if Lin Zhizhi was really capable of learning, he would not be so anxious. Yan Qilu pretended to be broad-minded, smiled at Yan Lei's offense, turned his head and said calmly with Lin Zhizhi: "This little friend, if you are not fully prepared, just say it straight, and I will not force you to ."
It's a pity that although the words are nice, everyone present understands it. As long as they retreat, there will be no chance for the old man. Alchemy is also a kind of practice. If you don't have confidence, how can you make a divine pill?
Lin Zhizhi's eyes were black and shiny. The juvenile’s clear and sweet voice is enough for everyone to hear:
You don’t need to prepare, you can do it now.

Yan Lei stomped: "Don't be agitated by him!"
Yan Qilu laughed and clapped his hands in praise: "It's so bold, but it's much better than my junior."
During this period, the old man had been sitting in the upper position, and he didn't stop these two people.
Yan Qilu called on the spot to find the pharmacist he had found-several people set off to the pill room.
I have to mention that the Yuntian Continent is really a holy place for refining medicine. Even in the yard where the guests live, apart from the necessary bedrooms and kitchen, the Dan room has the largest area. It's spotless inside, and there are professional test instruments. The spring sun shines on the floor, which makes people feel warm.
Yan Qilu's mood was the same as the sunlight, waiting for the sunlight to be fierce and all things to appear-he had enough confidence in the people he invited.
Sadly, Yan Lei seemed to be the same as he thought, and kept repeating "Virtuous brother, you should calm down" in Lin Zhizhi's ear along the way. This sentence has been repeated until the arrival of Yan Qilu.
Yan Lei shut up, because he knew this person, and Lin Zhizhi had no chance of winning. He is regretting at this moment, has he changed his impulse? It's just a pill, and there are not too few people who can refine in the Saint Sect. How can I feel so inexplicably... How could Lin Zhizhi be better? He even invited the other party as soon as they met, and didn't look at it again. It's good now, and will be eliminated immediately!
The people Yan Qilu invited were in line with the common public's impression of alchemists. He was a middle-aged man, in his forties, with a deep circle around the end of his eyes, and his entire eyelids turned blue, but he looked extremely confident.
He is a well-known casual cultivator in the alchemist circle. At the beginning, he learned from Elder Elder and became independent after his death. At a young age, he was superb with one hand alchemy. He is famous for defeating a disciple of the Twelfth Sect of Tianyuan on the path of pill. It's just the beginning age. Masters like Yan Lei are nearly three thousand years old. Danyan's own age limit is only within a hundred years old.
Compare with Lin Zhizhi, who looks like a young boy, he is more reliable than him in any way.
Yan Lei sighed and comforted in Lin Zhizhi's ear softly: "It's okay to lose, he is one round ahead of you."
Young Master Lin looked back at him with a weird look.
Feelings. This guy suddenly stopped. It was not that he changed his mind and wanted to trust himself, but that he had already decided to lose?
"You Daoyou Yan, this is the person the kid invited? Isn't this an insult to me? What compares to such a young kid, I am bullying him if I win?" The middle-aged man looked at Lin Zhizhi, dissatisfied. To Yan Qilu Road.
Lin Zhizhi was not good at words, so he watched the other side quietly speaking harshly. When the man finished speaking, he had already walked to one side of the table, and reached out to the other side to signal him not to BB, hurry up.
"Master Zhou said very much, Yan must pay attention next time." Yan Qilu thought that he was winning, and smiled to the middle-aged man Zhou Qi.
Zhou Qi grunted reluctantly, and walked onto the stage opposite Lin Zhizhi.
Yan Lei's Master Qinghuo took out two pill formulas from Qiankun Ring, and when they were scattered in the air, the two pieces of paper were automatically flown to the table where the two people were. The old man said loudly: "It's just a harmless and elegant discussion, you don't need to be nervous, so as not to hurt your peace. The rules are as usual, and everyone knows it."
Lin Zhizhi:? ? ? (Panic.jpg)
What the hell? He doesn't understand? Can't say it clearly?
"With this column of three sticks of incense as the boundary, lighting means the beginning." As soon as the voice fell, a stove flew out of the old man's cuff, with three sticks of incense inserted on it, and the leftmost stick was lit, and white smoke floated out.