As for burdens and other things, you can know earlier and be prepared early, right?"

Lan Li's words were filled with a laugh from the fat Taoist.

"What to prepare? What to prepare?

In the devil's cave at the foot of the mountain, there are thirty-two masters stationed in the garrison every year.

Can't speak.

Can't speak.

Cannot practice.

Can't eat.

Rotations are made every March.

Do you want to be promoted earlier and help us reduce our burden?”

Lanli: "..."

This is not the first time Lanli has heard of it.

From Zhuo Yihang's mouth.

From Feng Xifan.

From the mouth of his master.

Now I heard it from the fat Taoist priest again.

Where is this demon cave?

Lanley, okay, he doesn't want to know now!

Let him run downstairs and sit down for three months?

You'd better kill him!

In the fat Taoist's smiling expression, Lan Li changed the topic awkwardly.

After a while of chatting, Lan Li was about to say goodbye.

Before leaving.

The fat Taoist who knew that Lan Li needed the Dragon Pill Spirit.

Tell him that he could go to Song Qingshu to give it a try.

Song Qingshu?

Song Qingshu!

If it weren't for the Fat Taoist's reminder, Lan Li would have almost forgotten him!

Walking on the steps of the golden top, Lan Li's eyes shining:

"Yes, why didn't I expect it before?

Others may not have it.

But Song Qingshu is the guy...

With the care of those elders for him, Song Qingshu probably had already prepared all the resources to cultivate the master all the way!"

Do it when you think about it.

After getting off the golden top, Lan Li went to Song Qingshu directly.

As for what Song Qingshu thinks?

Seeing Lan Li coming to the door, Song Qingshu looked surprised.

Get out of your way and put Renli in the yard.

"Junior Brother Mingyue When did you go back to the mountain?"

“Just arrived yesterday afternoon….”

He served tea and fruit snacks to Lanli. After learning that Lanli was about to get married, Song Qing had a very wonderful expression on his writing.

Um.

The same was true last time Lanley said.

He also prepared a gift specially.

What's the result?

A year later, the gifts were all rotten, and Renli was getting married again!

"Ahem...Don't worry, when you are on your wedding day, I will definitely be here to congratulate you..."

It has been more than a year since the last trip to Mount Zhongnan.

Song Qingshu's cultivation has long reached its innate level.

Now that I am angry, I add a lot of confidence.

After a few more polite words, Renli said his purpose.

Song Qingshu was a little surprised when he heard this.

"Yunlong Pill Essence? What do you want it?"

"My Pure Yang Wuji Gong has reached the sixth level..."

Song Qingshu: "!!!"

"You're not kidding, are you?"

For a moment, Song Qingshu's eyes widened.

His Nine Yang Achievement has only reached the eighth level, and the Pure Yang Wuji Achievement is still far away.

As a result, a junior brother came to him and told him that he had reached the sixth level of Chunyang Wujigong practice?

"hehe...."

Lan Li blinked, then pretended to be "hilarious and crying" on her face.

"I know that my senior brother doesn't believe it, but my junior brother has gained a little bit of money this time. He got some opportunity from the saint of Nanzhao..."

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu's face showed a sudden look on his face.

With a little envy, there was a hint of sympathy.

With such a complicated look, Song Qingshu patted Lan Li on the shoulder:

“That’s a need to prepare early….

Youlong Dan Jing, right? I will go to my father to ask for it later.

Don't say it's borrowing.
Chapter completed!