The golden mist gradually penetrated into Zhang Yaqi's body. When the last wisp of mist disappeared, Zhang Yaqi stood up from the bed in surprise.

She was also a well-behaved person and immediately thanked the old Taoist priest: "Thank you, senior."

Daoren Zhang picked up his beard and smiled. When he looked at her eyes, he suddenly had a little more color, as if he had remembered something. It was a kind of longing and a kind of concern.

Xiao Wenbing was surprised and looked at him in confusion, not knowing what the old guy was doing.

"Oh..." Dao Ren Zhang sighed and said, "The old Taoist has been alone for hundreds of years and has no descendants. It's so sad."

Xiao Wenbing was stunned. What did he say? Could it be that he wanted to accept Zhang Yaqi as his disciple?

"Now that the disaster is about to be overcome, if you fail, alas..." Dao Ren Zhang looked at Zhang Yaqi intentionally or unintentionally and continued: "If you have an adopted son and daughter, you can also send him a chance to the old Taoist."

Xiao Wenbing rolled his eyes. The old man was having sex for a long time and turned out to be trying to recognize Yaqi as his adopted daughter. However, for Yaqi, this was a great thing. He immediately winked at Zhang Yaqi and asked her to agree immediately.

Wang Hongxia, behind them, was even more surprised and could not speak. Daoren Zhang was famous in the world of cultivation for many years. He was withdrawn, but today he seemed to be a different person. He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "The word fate is really unforgivable."

Zhang Yaqi glanced at the faces of the people, smiled slightly, bowed deeply to Dao Ren Zhang, and said, "Daughter pays homage to his foster father."

"Haha..." Dao Ren Zhang laughed happily, helped Zhang Yaqi up, took out a jade bottle from his arms, and said, "I have nothing good to do for my father, so I'll give you some gifts for the meeting."

Xiao Wenbing's heart moved and couldn't wait to say, "Yaqi, open it and take a look."

Zhang Yaqi was far from being anxious like Xiao Wenbing. She thanked Dao Ren Zhang first before she opened the jade bottle, and her face changed slightly.

Xiao Wenbing looked around and found that there were about ten foundation-building pills inside.

"There are twelve foundation-building pills here. Later, I will prescribe a list for my father. You boiled herbs and boiled them into thick soup. Cut one foundation-building pill into eight parts, each serving is served with a dose of medicine soup, and take it every seven days. These twelve pieces are enough for you to use for two years. Within two years, you will definitely collect spiritual medicine for your father and start a furnace and refine alchemy for you." He paused and said heavily: "Since you recognize me as your father, if you cannot let you embark on the path of cultivation, you will have no face to ascend to the immortal world as a father."

Wang Hongxia was envious of her hearing behind her. She was really destined to be destined by her personal fate.

Zhang Yaqi thanked him and asked, "Entertainment Father, do you have to take a foundation-building pill in eight times?"

"That's right, you have not yet developed spiritual power and cannot absorb medicinal power, so you must not only divide it into eight times, but also use medicine soup to make it beneficial and harmless."

Zhang Yaqi's big talking eyes looked towards Xiao Wenbing, but saw that his face was very strange and awkward. She couldn't help but smile brightly, as if a hundred flowers were in full bloom, beautiful and charming.

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A month passed in a hurry. With the help of Daoren Zhang, Zhang Yaqi made rapid progress. Although she did not understand the energy, her skills were leaping up layer by layer, which was no less than ordinary outer disciples who had been practicing for ten years, which made Wang Hongxia and others envious.

In the face of facts, Xiao Wenbing had to admit that being a turtle also has the benefits of being a turtle. At least he lived longer and had a broader understanding. The gradual method of Daoren Zhang is the real way of kings, but his own method is absolutely unsuitable and used on ordinary people.

On this day, Xiao Wenbing came to Zhang Yaqi's residence without doing anything. The attics on Tianyidao Gate will not open until the end of April, so he is very free in these few months.

Although he has a jade pendant representing the honorary elder of Tianyidao Sect, and can read it at all levels of attics, he is now unable to arouse any interest.

As soon as the door was opened, he saw Zhang Yaqi and his disciples talking about something. When Xiao Wenbing arrived, Zhang Yaqi was happy and walked up to him and said softly: "Wenbing, can I ask you for something?"

"Okay, you said." Xiao Wenbing agreed without thinking for a moment.

"A relative of my master's family in Canada just called a cross-border phone call, saying that he had offended a vampire count and asked his master to ask for help."

"Vampire Earl? Canada?" Xiao Wenbing was very surprised. Why did he have something to do with the West? However, facing the beauty, he did not hesitate, and just asked: "What level is the vampire Earl equivalent to us cultivator?"

"The Vampire Earl is the top-level player in the Dan-Jianging Stage." Wang Hongxia said respectfully.

"The Dan-Graining Stage, haha... I'll leave it to me." Xiao Wenbing said with confidence. He has been doing one thing every day of his spare time recently, which is to refine the Fire Talisman.

It would be very powerful if an ordinary cultivator in the Dan-Cultivation Stage could refine a fire talisman a day, but Xiao Wenbing was unique and could draw at least a dozen pieces a day.

In a month, he had accumulated hundreds of tragedies, and there were so many fire talismans in his body. Not to mention a mere elixir-building stage, even those in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, Xiao Wenbing might not take it seriously. Moreover, Xiao Wenbing is not alone, and there is also a Zhang Jie next to him.

If you can't beat a vampire count in the early stage of the Golden Pill, you will be called a ghost.

"Thank you, elder." Wang Hongxia bowed and said, "Now the ceremony is imminent, all disciples are strictly prohibited from leaving the mountain gate. If there is no elder's permission, it is a serious crime. It is because the disciples think about it..."

"Senior Wang, you are kind to Yaqi. Do you need to thank this little thing for a simple task?" Xiao Wenbing smiled slightly and said, "I'll invite my senior brother to go with you. There is a Jindan stage cultivator who can beat you no matter how you do it."

He took Zhang Yaqi's little hand and came to the middle of the mountain. In the past few days, the relationship between them has progressed very quickly. Holding small hand and other things is already a normal behavior.

Even at Tianyimen, Zhang Jie would come to the middle of the mountain to meditate and exercise his skills every morning. As expected, today is no exception.

Xiao Wenbing looked at the second senior brother who was fully absorbing the energy of heaven and earth, but a thought of admiration arose in his heart.

The talent of his senior brother is the worst among all senior brothers, but he has been practicing hard for more than a hundred years to achieve today's achievements. That is real skill, without any tricks.
Chapter completed!