Chapter 527: Flesh Grass Jelly

"I have the best grass jelly here."

"Qing Nu, keep your old man's things first, I have the meat of the demon clan here."

"Isn't there a better combination of meat and vegetables?"

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After Qingnu finished speaking with the Palace Master, there was an extra table in front of Lin Hong. On the table was a large piece of monster meat and more than a dozen plants of fairy grass.

"Eat it raw?"

Lin Hong looked at the piece of monster meat, which was bigger than his whole body.

The palace lord nodded: "I killed a demon beast in the Dzogchen realm before. This meat is from its body. It can be eaten raw. It is delicious and can also improve people's strength."

"Eat all these fairy grasses, they are rare and good fairy grasses."

Qing Nu also opened his mouth, these are the things he was reluctant to eat on weekdays, but now that they were brought out to Lin Hong, he was treated faintly as his own grandson.

"Um... why don't I take it home and eat slowly?" Lin Hong looked at the things on the table, swallowed and spit.

These things are sold at a sky-high price. These two are too generous, right?

A monster is very big, and it must be 100 meters high in the Dzogchen Realm of a true immortal. Although it has a huge body, there is only a small piece of flesh, which is almost everything in front of it.

As for those celestial grasses, they are all thousands of years old.

If you eat them all, there are many benefits that can be brought.

"That's good... How about you change from Chu Yunzi's subordinate to my disciple?" The more the palace master looked at Lin Hong, the more he liked him, and wanted to see if his character, integrity and loyalty were suitable for being the suzerain.

"That's unnecessary, Palace Master, since I'm already his apprentice, I won't change it again."

Lin Hong immediately bowed his hand, showing a calm face, making people sigh that this is a good and loyal disciple! But in fact, I just don't want to add trouble.

The palace lord nodded: "Okay, but you have to remember that you are not real masters and apprentices, it's just that he taught you things himself."

"The disciple understands."

Lin Hong cupped his hands, always feeling that what he said had other meanings.

"What's the name of your swordsmanship? It seems to be a peerless swordsmanship." The palace lord remembered the swordsmanship he had seen that day, and today he was still amazed.

"Palace Master, it's inconvenient to say more..."

Lin Hong pursed his lips, it was impossible to say.

At this moment, Qing Nu frowned and looked at the Palace Master: "Why are you asking around, the child is still hungry!"

"What you have taught me is that I don't talk too much."

The palace lord was a little embarrassed. Although he was the palace lord, he could only respect this old senior. If he was not the palace lord, he was only allowed to call him by his real name, and he would only be called senior.

"Then I'll start first." Lin Hong went straight to eat the meat and jelly.

The lean meat melts in the mouth, like cotton candy, and flows into the stomach to transform into extremely pure vitality.

"Okay...so amazing."

Lin Hong sat down cross-legged directly, digesting this surge of vitality.

"This child cultivates very quickly, but it consumes too much spiritual energy." Qing Nu looked at the transformation formation and frowned slightly.

With these strengths, it is enough for four or five disciples to break through from half-immortals to false immortals. This is the only bad thing about Lin Hong.

"It costs a lot, it doesn't matter."

The palace lord didn't take it seriously, no matter how much other people spend, can they break through from a half-immortal to a false immortal in ten days? They can't even be exhausted!

"I'm full...the strength seems to have improved a bit." Lin Hong quickly opened his eyes, but it was just a bite, which had such a terrible effect.

If you eat all of it, the effect should be no less than that of entering the secret realm of cultivation for ten days!

"Take these back and eat slowly. Don't worry, cultivation is gradual. You should stop for a few days to familiarize yourself with your current strength and lay a solid foundation."

Qingnu had a kind and gratified expression on his face, while the palace lord next to him felt a little emotional, remembering that the last time Qingnu showed such an expression was when he was a child...

Lin Hong smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Grandpa Qingniu."

It was normal for him to bite the word "grandpa" to death, calling the old man "grandfather" as an honorific title, but it could make the relationship between the two of them appear closer.

"Eh."

Qing Nu nodded with a kind face.

"The deep part of the back mountain is a forbidden area, so don't go there. Okay, go back. Remember, don't rush for quick success, just focus on promotion." The palace lord said at this time.

"Yes! Palace Master!"

Seeing that the two of them had such a good attitude towards him, Lin Hong secretly thought that geniuses had more right to speak.

Soon, he left the back mountain and went straight to the practice room.

Practice room.

When he came back here, Lin Hong let out a heavy breath, and put the monster meat and herbs that he carried all the way back into the storage ring.

Using the storage ring in front of the palace lord and the others may reveal that they have a powerful magic weapon of space. If they want to investigate, they can easily detect the aura that they have absorbed.

"Master, are you back?" Xue Qianhan hurried over.

"By honorific title?"

Lin Hong couldn't help being a little surprised when she heard her use the word "you".

Xianghan's voice came: "I taught her. As an apprentice, this is the most basic thing, right? And you want to let the master die? Are you raising a white sheep wolf or an apprentice?"

She came over ten days ago, and seeing that Lin Hong was not there, she took care of Xue Qianhan's basic necessities.

"Don't kill Master..."

Xue Qianhan looked aside, her mouth puffed up, as if she was angry.

The ghost knows what she went through, Lin Hong smiled lightly: "Senior Sister Xianghan is here, is there something going on?"

"Can't I come here if there's nothing wrong?"

Xianghan asked back, and slowly approached Lin Hong, with a puzzled look on her beautiful face and a teasing smile on her lips.

Lin Hong was a little embarrassed: "Sister, if you have something to say, just be straightforward, there is no need to be so close."

"You are a little bit responsible... Listen, before Shuyao is released, I will discipline you for her."

Xianghan stopped, only two steps away from Lin Hong, with a faint smile on her face.

"For her? What does she need to discipline me?" Lin Hong grasped several key words in a row, a little strange.

"Master, master, where have you been these ten days?"

Xue Qianhan hugged Lin Hong, depressed, and was disciplined by Xianghan for ten days in a row, so unhappy!

Lin Hong smiled lightly, rubbed her head, and looked at Xianghan again: "Senior sister, do you think I am different?"

"Being more intimate with the apprentice?"

Xianghan showed a faint smile, walked over and folded two sets of quilts skillfully.

"Senior Sister... Is it possible that you have been living in the practice room these days?" Lin Hong swallowed and asked in astonishment.

"That's right, the set of quilts used, your apprentice said that no one has used them, but I don't know why they smell a little sweaty."

Xianghan nodded, pointing to one of the sets of bedding, she was a little strange when she said this.

Lin Hong found that the apprentice in his arms was snickering, feeling helpless: "It is true that no one has ever used that set of bedding..."

In fact, I have been using that set for a long time. I have been using it since I came to the practice room, and it has not been washed. It is normal to be stained with sweat on weekdays.

This is the end of the matter, and I still don't tell the truth. Sister, he is very sensitive to men. If he sees his pajamas, he will blush and run away. If he knows that it is his usual bedding, maybe something will happen.