MTL - All the Cultivators In the Immortal World Think That the Peak Master is Ruthless.-Chapter 9 Apprentice 9

   Chapter 9 Apprentice 9

  Gu Qingmo didn't expect that Mo Chuli chose the place with the most spiritual energy. I don't know if it was luck or instinct.

   This room is packed out, and there are just two bedrooms.

  It will not be used for a long time, there is nothing here except tables, chairs and beds.

   used the water purification technique to clean it up briefly, "You make the bed first, and make do with it tonight."

  Mo Chuli found two mattresses from the inner cabinet.

  Gu Qingmo glanced at it, there was no tea cup on the table, she had to find a set to come back.

   After thinking about it, he went to Qifeng.

  Meng Jiyan was still discussing the academy's courses with other peak masters and did not come back.

  I went to the small warehouse of Qifeng with ease. There are no important magic tools or spiritual tools here, they are all gadgets.

   After looking around, Gu Qingmo found a set of teapots that he liked, and took a few fire spirit stones along the way.

   Before leaving, he left a note on the door very thoughtfully. There are disciples coming over to this small warehouse every day, so I am not afraid that Meng Jiyan will not be able to see it.

   After finishing the bed, Mo Chuli began to feel sleepy.

   spurned that his body was too weak, but he was completely unable to resist sleepiness, and fell asleep on the bed in a daze.

   When Gu Qingmo came back, he saw a small one lying on the bed sleeping soundly.

   Pulled the quilt out from under him and covered him again.

   It was the first time she had twisted someone else's quilt, and it felt weird.

   stared at the little bald head for a while before Gu Qingmo turned to leave and sat on the corridor outside.

   She has spent all these years in cultivation, but now she has encountered a bottleneck, and it is impossible to make further breakthroughs in a short period of time.

   I was suddenly idle and felt a little bored.

   The other peak masters are very busy every day, in addition to dealing with internal affairs, they also have to work hard.

   Where would you be panicking like Gu Qingmo.

  Since there is nothing to do, let’s just continue to write the recipe. Although Mo Chuli will go to the disciple’s cafeteria in the next year, there is no harm in writing it in advance.

  Gu Qingmo wrote very cheerfully, but Meng Jiyan was not so happy.

   After deciding on the course of the school, as soon as Meng Jiyan returned to Qifeng, before he could take a sip of water, he saw the eldest disciple coming over with a small note.

"What's wrong?"

   "This is what the disciple found in the small warehouse."

   Meng Jiyan's veins moved slightly, "What did he take away?"

  Gu Qingmo did not ask himself to pick it up once or twice, but every time he came to pick up some insignificant little things, he passed by with one eye closed.

   However, since he acquiesced, Gu Qingmo seemed to treat this place as his own small warehouse, and often came to find some idle tables, chairs, pans, cups and pots, and every time he finished taking it, he would leave a small note.

   With this small note, no matter what he asks, Gu Qingmo will not refuse.

   "A set of tea sets and three fire stones."

   "I see, give me the note."

"Yes."

   Put the note in Meng Jiyan's hand.

   The eldest disciple has long been accustomed to Gu Fengzhu taking it without asking, and even though Meng Fengzhu looks like he hates him, he is just talking about it.

   Don't look at all the peak masters who call out to Gu Fengzhu as a brother, but in fact, Gu Fengzhu is the youngest. If he doesn't have the identity of a direct disciple, he is everyone's junior brother.

  Meng Jiyan drank a glass of water before picking up the note and looking at it carefully. After reading it, he put it in a storage bag.

   "Tell those disciples who are at the first grade of refining to refine some teapots, tables, chairs and benches. Each person should have at least five pieces of each type. The quality should be the first, and the decoration must also be beautiful."

   "Also, let's find some Fire Spirit Stones, everyone has to temper them."

   "Yes." The eldest disciple held back his smile and withdrew.

   While these requirements may sound absurd, they are not meaningless.

   is like this Fire Spirit Stone.

   is just a gadget, but in the tempering process, it tests the strength of spiritual consciousness and the ability to control fire. If there is a slight error, the entire spiritual stone is equivalent to waste.

   At night, Mo Chuli was woken up by pain, as if several knives had been stabbed in his stomach, stirring constantly.

   He gritted his teeth and endured it, which felt worse than internal injuries.

  I want to use spiritual power to adjust my breath, but this body is too poor, and there is not much spiritual power at all.

   And there were waves of unbearable nausea in his throat, he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

   When Gu Qingmo realized something was wrong, Mo Chuli's bare head was covered with fine beads of sweat.

   "What's the matter?" Gu Qingmo didn't expect that on the first day, this child would have a problem.

"It hurts here."

  Although it hurts a lot, I still have to play the role that I should play.

   He took out two pills and let him take them, but instead of getting better, it got worse.

   Looking at those tearful eyes, Gu Qingmo immediately picked him up and rushed towards Yaofeng, Le Qingyan's bedroom.

   Yaoxiu's body is not as good as Jianxiu's, and his body is relatively easy to get tired and very fragile.

   I've been busy for nearly a month and haven't had a good rest.

  Le Qingyan thought she could finally get a good night's sleep tonight, but she was woken up by the sound of the door being kicked open not long after she was in bed.

   hurriedly put on a jacket and walked out of the inner room, almost colliding with Gu Qingmo who broke in.

   "Le Qingyan, come and have a look!"

   "What's wrong with you? In a panic."

   It was the first time that Le Qingyan had seen him so eager, even though that delicate face had no expression.

   "He kept shouting that his stomach hurts," Gu Qingmo shoved the child in his arms into Le Qingyan's arms, "I've tried all the pills you gave me, why doesn't it work at all?"

   "Don't worry." Le Qingyan used his spiritual power to relieve Mo Chuli's pain, and the gentle spiritual power of the wood-type spiritual root was injected into his meridians.

  Gu Qingmo stood and waited quietly, and when he saw Le Qingyan withdraw his hand, he asked, "How is it?"

   Le Qingyan frowned slightly, "What did you give him to eat?"

  Gu Qingmo snapped his fingers, "Fried pork with bamboo shoots, stir-fried shrimp, stewed pig's trotters with soybeans, beggar chicken, crucian carp soup, white fungus soup, white kidney with wine and vinegar, fried frog, sweet-scented osmanthus cake..."

"Shut up!" Le Qingyan glared at him fiercely, "How could you give him such greasy food all of a sudden, and eat so much! Do you know that his body is suffering at all? No!"

   Mo Chuli, who couldn't help himself in pain, was happy to watch Gu Qingmo being scolded, but he didn't dare to reply.

   But, scolding, scolding, can you fix his body first, he is about to collapse in pain!

"Don't, don't be angry with Master..." Mo Chuli grabbed Le Qingyan's sleeve, and took three breaths to say a word, "Yes, I didn't pay attention, I was greedy, don't blame Master, woo woo —"

   "Oh, you are such a good child."

  Unfortunately, I followed a worried master.

   It was confirmed that Mo Chuli only ate too much to cause physical discomfort, so he prescribed some medicine to him, and also called He Chuci and asked him to take the prescription to make soup.

   "I'll take it back to cook, I won't bother you anymore." Gu Qingmo stood aside, looking very well-behaved.

   Le Qingyan didn't dare to let Gu Qingmo take it back to cook, with a bit of anger on his face, "Can you cook!"

  Gu Qingmo wanted to say yes, but silently closed his mouth again.

   The author of Salted Fish suddenly found that the names of the disciples were a bit confusing, and after thinking for a long time, he came up with how to distinguish the disciples.

   Ordinary disciples: Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother…

   Personal disciple: surname + brother/sister

   (end of this chapter)