In the evening, when the disciples of the peaks reported the news to their master, the masters of the peaks secretly surprised themselves.
"Really? That Sanyangzi is really refining what heaven-defying pill?" A peak master stared at his disciple and asked.
"Yes, Master, this is what the disciple learned from Junior Brother Ruan." A middle-aged man said respectfully.
Hearing this, the peak master frowned: "If it is true, why would he come to tell you? This is a bit strange."
"Master knows something. He came to find his disciples to drink and talk, because his senior brother seemed to smash their Master because of this, causing him to be seriously injured. He is still lying in the cave, Junior Brother Ruan. Because of this, I was in a bad mood, so I came to find a disciple for a drink, and only said it after drinking."
The disciple said, and said: "The disciple feels that this matter is important, and he will report it immediately after he is sent to Junior Brother Ruan to go back. If there is any anti-heaven pill, the trend of Sanyang Peak is bound to rise. Overwhelming us, the disciple felt that he had to report to Master anyway and ask Master to decide."
Hearing this, the peak master stroked his beard, pondered for a while, and said: "Even if this is true, but what reason do we have to stop it? If the Sect Master knows it, I'm afraid..."
"Master, Sanyang Peak is known as the leader of the Danyang Sect's peaks outside. If the Sanyangzi is really allowed to refine any Heaven-defying Pills, I'm afraid that when the masters see him, they will have to be courteous. I bowed my head and smiled. It doesn't matter if the disciple is ridiculed, but the disciple is really unwilling and unwilling to hear people outside talking that our peaks are inferior to those of Sanyang Peak.
Hearing this, the peak master's face sank, he accidentally stroked his beard's hand, and tore off his two beards, causing him to hiss in pain.
He glanced at his disciple with some embarrassment, thought for a while, and said, "If this is true, then come here." He motioned, asked him to come closer and gave a few words in a low voice, before he brushed his hand. Motioned: "Go!"
"Yes, the disciple will do it right away." The disciple beamed with joy and hurriedly went outside.
And at this moment, in the cave house on the ninth peak of Sanyang Peak, the unconscious Shangguan Wanrong woke up after smelling the pungent medicinal smell. She opened her eyes in a daze and saw that Sanyangzi was dipping a stick. The whip containing the potion was taken out and came to her.
"Wake up? It's okay to wake up."
Sanyangzi held the whip in her hand and stopped in front of her three steps away, looking at her: "Wanrong, you can't actually blame being a teacher. If you weren't a teacher, you are still trapped in the Shangguan's house. , Isn't it?"
"Don't worry, being a teacher will let you play your best role. It won't let you come to the world for nothing. People outside don't know you are here as a teacher, so you still have a beautiful identity. I am Sanyang. The closed disciple of the son."
"Pooh!"
Shangguan Wanrong looked at him coldly: "A hypocrite! A man who is inferior to a beast! You are in vain as a teacher!"
"Haha, it's okay, you can curse! Soon, you won't be able to curse." Sanyangzi smiled carelessly, shook the whip in his hand, and said: "Do you know what this is? This whip is I have been soaking in the medicinal liquid since the teacher led you to get started. Do you know what it does?"
"I don't know? It's okay, the teacher tells you, the teacher must tell you, and it won't let you bear all this inexplicably."