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

Based on the last time he saw Yan Ping soaking wet, Wen Ye headed directly towards the pond.

During the days when Yan Ping was in a coma, he had already toured Taohuaju thoroughly.

The environment around the pond is elegant, so it is normal for Yan Ping to stay there.

When they arrived at the pond, Yan Ping was indeed lying on a rock with his eyes closed, resting.

Wen Ye walked over and sat down next to him, "Senior, I would like to ask you a question about the technique."

Yan Ping slowly opened his eyes, and something seemed to pass through his eyes. He glanced at Wen Ye and said, "Speak."

Wen Ye didn't ask any more questions and just stated his problem directly.

"After I drank the medicine during the day, my soul was cleansed and became stronger."

"I should be able to start building my foundation in a few days."

"Now I know my family's skills, and I also know the spirit-inducing skills taught by my predecessors. I have already mastered this set."

"Senior, what kind of practice do you think I should practice after I build my foundation?"

Yan Ping was a little speechless. He looked at Wen Ye and said, "Have you not grown up yet? You have to ask me about such things."

Wen Ye remained calm, "Senior, you know so many techniques. What if I decide on a technique and you think it's not suitable and want me to change it? That would be a waste of time."

Seeing Yan Ping raised his eyebrows and wanted to speak, Wen Ye spoke first to cover his mouth.

"Before, you wanted me to join the Tianyang Sect. Master Fu said that if I became your disciple, you would let me enter the sect directly, but you wanted me to take the exam to get in on my own."

Yan Ping: “…”

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping leisurely, "And now he wants to take me as his apprentice, but you don't agree."

Yan Ping: “…”

Yan Ping said unhappily, "Then why don't you just tell me what kind of practice you want to do, and I'll see if there's one that's suitable for you."

Wen Ye was not polite at all, "I want a technique that can strengthen my spirit."

The soul is the foundation of a formation master.

People should play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. His talent lies in formation master, so he needs to enhance it.

As for absorbing spiritual energy, he has only now comprehended a little bit of the book on attracting spirits, which is enough for him at this stage. According to his guess, there will be absolutely no problem in cultivating to the stage of transforming into a pill.

Yan Ping thought about it and asked Wen Ye to take out a jade slip for him.

He finished burning it in less than a breath.

"Take it back and practice it yourself. Oh, you also have to practice the Tianyang Sect's skills."

Wen Ye didn't ask why, just nodded and took the jade slip.

Then he pointed to the edge of the peach blossom forest and asked, "What's going on with Yu Tianhong?"

Yan Ping said lazily, "His grandfather was the leader of the Tianyang Sect, and there is demonic energy in his soul."

"As a deal, I will remove the evil spirit from him, and his grandfather will collect herbs for me."

Wen Ye recalled the pile of medicinal herbs in Yan Ping's room and immediately understood.

But, “Do you know those herbs?”

If he remembered correctly, Yan Ping didn't even know what the Qingzhou Lingzhu looked like at first.

The next second, Yan Ping's voice was heard, "I don't know him, just endure it, the poison won't kill you anyway, as long as it's a little useful."

Wen Ye: "...What about the medicine from the night before last?"

Yan Ping's expression was extremely subtle. "That kid made it. Who knows what medicinal materials he used?"

It also had some effect on him. If the injuries he sustained at sea were not that serious, this medicine would be very convenient for relieving pain. However, it is too bitter.

Wen Ye was a little surprised, "He knows about herbs?"

Yan Ping didn't think much about it and lay lazily, "According to him, he knows a little bit."

Wen Ye thought about it and was not so shocked anymore.

Yan Ping's injuries haven't healed yet, so it would be nice to have someone around to help him boil medicine and cook.

Wen Ye had nothing to say, but Yan Ping started talking.

"You are not at the disciple assessment office, what are you doing back here?"

Wen Ye was silent. He couldn't say that he wanted to stay and guard the house because he thought his house was being robbed.

Wen Ye changed the subject, "Yu Tianhong seems to like you very much."

Yan Ping glanced at him and ignored him.

"That kid is a bit of a admirer of the strong and wants to take me as his master."

Wen Ye was actually a little surprised at this time, and suddenly laughed, "It's good to have you as my master."

Although Yan Ping sometimes has a bad temper, people who are considered one of his own will usually be protected by him.

Although I felt a little puzzled as to why I was accepted.

Yan Ping sighed softly, "If he wasn't so noisy, I could give him some pointers."

As long as Yan Ping said a few more words, Yu Tianhong would keep chattering behind him.

Yan Ping spoke suddenly.

"Have you been out practicing swordplay these past few days?"

Wen Ye: "..."

When he just went out, he was thinking about the formation outside Taohuaju and was quite obsessed with it, so he didn't practice it.

Later, after getting into trouble with Xu Ping, he was only at peace for two days.

Wen Ye coughed dryly and said, "I'll make it up tomorrow."

"I will be going out every day from now on. If you have anything you want, I will go and exchange it with someone else."

Yan Ping suddenly remembered something, "Has all the stuff in the City Lord's Mansion been confiscated by Fu Tiancheng and his men?"

Wen Ye was not sure, "I think so, what happened?"

Yan Ping glanced at him dimly, "The City Lord's Mansion still owes us the Spirit Pearl."

Wen Ye: "..."

Wen Ye said calmly, "You almost killed Master Fu that day, and he spent hundreds of thousands of his belongings to stop you."

So forget about asking Fu Tiancheng for the debt. If you calculate carefully, they will still owe him.

Yan Ping sighed.

He suddenly took out a handful of black pills and said, "Take them and exchange them for the spirit beads."

Wen Ye was a little surprised, "Senior, do you have so many medicines?"

Yan Ping touched his nose and said, "Quite a lot."

There are probably tens of thousands of them. In the past, when he was in the mood, he would try to make pills, but he usually only made this kind of pills.

The color is unsightly, but it won’t kill you and it can replenish your spiritual energy.

But it had little effect on him.

I don't think anyone would want it if I gave it to someone from Yuanzhou.

"Bring me some spirit wine."

"Row."

……

Wen Ye came back from the pond and went to the edge of the peach blossom forest.

Yu Tianhong was still practicing sword.

It was obvious that he had a solid foundation, and each of his moves was chilling and cold.

When Yu Tianhong saw him coming, he narrowed his eyes, turned his sword and stabbed at Wen Ye.

Wen Ye raised his eyebrows, and a long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, deflecting the sword.

But Yu Tianhong refused to give in and turned the sword back.

Wen Ye simply drew out his sword and started fighting with him. Both of them tacitly agreed not to use spiritual power.

On the cliff under the moon, the cold moonlight falls.

Makes this place look extra bright.

After fighting for nearly an incense stick of time, Yu Tianhong's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Although Wen Ye's sword moves were very basic, just the common pointing and stabbing, he used them very skillfully.

For a moment, Yu Tianhong even forgot that this was the person he hated now.

Being forced to retreat half a step again, Yu Tianhong still wanted to go on the court, but Wen Ye took a step back calmly.

"No more fighting, I have something to talk to you about."

Yu Tianhong finally reacted. After this fight, his original dissatisfaction with Wen Ye decreased a lot, but it did not disappear completely.

He snorted coldly, "Are you going to scam me again?"

Wen Ye: "..."

He didn't want to explain this, so he just told him the purpose of this trip.

"If you want to stay with your seniors, just talk less."

Otherwise, Yu Tianhong would talk too much and be chased away by Yan Ping who couldn't stand it anymore, and then no one would cook for Yan Ping.

Yu Tianhong: “???”

"Do you have any conspiracy?"

Yu Tianhong became suspicious. After all, this person had been quite hostile to him before, so how could he possibly remind him?

Wen Ye looked at him calmly.

"My senior said you were too noisy."

Yu Tianhong: “…”