I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

With Yan Ping’s current state of mind, as long as there is spiritual energy around him, he can go without food for his entire life.

But food is one of the pleasures of life. If you don’t have food to eat, forget it. But if you have food to eat, you can satisfy the pleasure of life.

Then the days would be very difficult to endure.

Yan Ping sat up, but before he could get up, he heard Yu Tianhong's voice outside, mixed with the sound of cooking.

"Senior, are you awake?"

"Ah."

Yan Ping walked out of the room lazily, and the originally messy courtyard became clean and tidy again.

Yu Tianhong was standing beside the stove, wearing an apron and a high ponytail. As she was stir-frying the food in the wok, her long black hair swayed behind her.

Together with the young man's figure, he looks particularly handsome.

There was also a table on the side, with a meat dish and two vegetable dishes on it.

There were two sets of bowls and chopsticks and a bottle of wine next to them.

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows.

"Senior, please go ahead and cook this dish. I'll make you another side dish."

Yu Tianhong turned around and smiled warmly and cheerfully.

Yan Ping sat on the side where the wine was, and he was not in a hurry to eat.

Instead, he supported his forehead with one hand and looked at the child thoughtfully.

You're being too enthusiastic. You just want to become my disciple, right?

Yu Tianhong was very quick and finished the remaining dishes in a short while.

Seeing that Yan Ping had not started eating yet and was waiting for him, Yu Tianhong's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he also felt a little flattered.

Yu Tianhong took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for Yan Ping.

"Please use it, senior."

Yan Ping paused for a moment before taking the wine glass and taking a sip.

Not to mention, during the few days when he took Wen Ye to Qingyuan City, except for drinking a little at Fatty's house, he didn't touch any alcohol at other times.

The wine I am drinking now should be brewed from spiritual fruit. It is full of spiritual energy, and it has a refreshing fragrance and an endless aftertaste when I take a sip.

"This wine is good."

Yu Tianhong smiled, "As long as you like it, senior."

Fortunately, after he discovered signs of fire on the stove, he asked his grandfather for these things.

To please someone, you must always give him/her what he/she likes.

Fortunately, his cooking skills are pretty good.

"Try this again, Senior."

"And this is my best dish."

"Senior, do you like pastries? My pastries are pretty good. You can try them next time I make them."

Yan Ping tasted the plate of peanuts he mentioned earlier. They were crispy and spicy, and the taste was indeed not bad.

However, Yu Tianhong kept talking next to him, which annoyed him.

"Shut up and eat."

The dinner table finally became quiet.

Yan Ping began to enjoy the meal quietly. When he was almost finished, he glanced at Yu Tianhong and saw that he seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

Yan Ping put down his chopsticks and said lazily, "What do you want to say?"

The meal was okay. If you want to ask him about cultivation, he can give you some guidance.

If you want to become my disciple, you should send him away first. I don't even have time to take care of Wen Ye, so how can I have time to teach a disciple?

After getting permission, Yu Tianhong pointed to another pot of paste placed aside. There were still black residues of medicinal materials inside, but he didn't dare to touch it.

"Senior, are you making medicine to eat?"

Yan Ping hummed casually, and the pleasure of satisfying his taste buds made him temporarily ignore the pain and stickiness in his body, and he looked at the peach blossoms in the distance comfortably.

Seeing him like this, Yu Tianhong simply said.

"Then can I make medicine for you, senior?"

Yan Ping retracted his gaze and looked at him, looking him up and down.

"What do you want to do?"

Yu Tianhong's smile was both passionate and reserved.

"I have bothered you at Taohuaju, so I naturally have to do something to make up for it."

"If I can make medicine for you, it will be considered as making up for it."

Yan Ping: “…”

There are many cattle and horses that run away, but there are very few people who are willing to work as cattle and horses for others.

Although he felt that this boy simply wanted to become his disciple.

"senior?"

Yan Ping waved his hand, "Whatever you want."

After Yan Ping finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the pond.

A happy smile suddenly appeared on Yu Tianhong's face.

"Senior, are there any requirements for making medicine?"

Yan Ping didn't even turn his head, "No, whatever is fine."

He himself didn't recognize those medicinal herbs. There were differences between Yuanzhou and Qingzhou. He didn't even remember the herbs from Yuanzhou, let alone those from Qingzhou.

Anyway, just boil it, even if it is poisonous, it won’t kill him.

Yu Tianhong was visibly stunned. He looked hesitantly at the herbs in the house, where there were many that were mutually reinforcing and counteracting, and whose medicinal properties canceled out each other.

"Really casual?"

……

Disciple Assessment Office.

Wen Ye was alone and trapped in a corner, looking at the group of people in front of him calmly.

Xu Ping stood at the front with a gloomy look on his face.

"You are so brave, you dare to use Liu Qingpeng to play tricks on me?"

When Wen Ye heard this, he felt a little sorry. He had wanted to find something for Liu Qingpeng to do, but in the end, he didn't show up.

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Wen Ye's lips curled slightly.

Wen Ye has a cold temperament, but when he smiles at this moment, there is a feeling of spring flowers blooming, but his eyes are calm.

"So what do you want to do now?"

His voice was so soft when he said this, so soft that Xu Ping thought he was showing weakness.

Xu Ping sneered, then raised one foot and stepped on the leg of the person next to him.

"Get under me."

"I'll let you go."

The people around him burst into laughter.

"Mr. Xu's crotch is something that ordinary people can't get into."

"It's a good deal for you, a pretty boy."

"Hurry up and get in there, or I'll beat you up right now."

Wen Ye's eyes became even colder.

He did not do nothing during the day today. The disciple assessment office was a mixed bag and he was able to get a lot of information.

For example, there are three major factions within the Tianyang Sect.

A sect that focuses on swords, the main peak is called Jianfeng.

A sect that focuses on magic, and its main peak is called Fafeng.

The remaining alchemy, weapon refining, talismans, and formations were unified into one school, with the main peak named Huayang Peak.

Xu Ping's father is the son of an elder in Fafeng. Although he is in the inner sect, many people of his age have already reached the Xudan realm.

Only he is still in the foundation-building stage.

With all the resources at his disposal, he has managed to get to this point and come to the disciple assessment office to make a name for himself.

Wen Ye silently picked up a wooden stick from the side. To deal with this kind of person, he didn't even need to take out the formation plate.

Seeing this scene, Xu Ping sneered, stood up straight and clapped his hands.

"You are just a Qi Refining Stage, and you dare to fight me."

"I'm really tired of living."

Wen Ye glanced at him and then moved.

In just a blink of an eye, Wen Ye appeared in front of Xu Ping, and the wooden stick in his hand hit the barrier in front of Xu Ping's neck.

A faint glow emanated from Xu Ping's bracelet, blocking Wen Ye's attack.

Wen Ye frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows.

Xu Ping just reacted now, his pupils trembling violently.

He stepped back subconsciously. If it weren't for the protective magic weapon given by his father, he would have been beaten to death.

As soon as he took a step back, Xu Ping reacted.

He was actually frightened by a Qi Refining Stage cultivator. Xu Ping was immediately furious.

"Hit him for me!"

The yard fell into silence.

No one thought that Wen Ye would attack Xu Ping directly, and no one thought that Xu Ping would not be able to defeat Wen Ye!

Wen Ye raised the wooden stick in his hand indifferently, pointed at the others, and said calmly, "Do you want to go up?"

The person he pointed at stepped back in fear.

The main reason was that Wen Ye’s movements just now were too fast. Although everyone was in the Qi training stage, after what happened just now, no one dared to take action.

Xu Ping became even angrier, what trash!

He gritted his teeth and looked at Wen Ye, "I want to see how many of my magic weapons you can break!"

Having said that, Xu Ping prepared to rush forward.

Suddenly, a somewhat angry voice came from outside.

"What are you all doing?"