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Now, Wang Ze's heart is sweeter than eating honey. The disciple he taught was outstanding, that is, he had a face and built a foundation within five years! Who can do this in the Purple Thunder Sect? I'm afraid that even the founder of the past, Zi Lei, did not have such a terrifying speed of practice as Zhao Hen! From today on, the spell of poor practice in the Medicine Hall has been completely broken, and there will never be any silence in the future.

Cultivation depends not only on qualifications, but also on financial resources, opportunities and one's own insights. Even those cultivators who have strong financial resources and can eat medicine as food cannot have such a fast speed of practice. Even some people cannot enter the foundation-building stage until they are old and dead for life.

Moreover, Zhao Hen's cultivation speed is not only scary, but even the way of refining alchemy and medicine is learned from one example and can be understood by one point. What qualifications are outstanding? What is the knowledgeable? In front of Zhao Hen, an ancient genius, the gods are all over the world! This is not an advertisement, nor is it a dream, the miracle is right in front of everyone!

As soon as he thought of this, when Wang Ze looked at the other brothers, his eyes seemed to have been raised a little. Although he didn't dare to say that he was already looking at people with his chin, his nostrils were almost aimed at these guys.

Wang Ze hung Zhao Hen high and made a signboard for the pharmacy. Even though Zhao Hen's face was thicker than the city wall, he couldn't hold back the eyes of the few people in the cave. After a while, he couldn't help but cough a few times. Wang Ze also stopped when he saw the good news. After Zhao Hen signaled, he restrained a little, and then moved his eyes to Zi Yanran beside Zhao Hen.

Seeing this, Zhao Hen said without waiting for Wang Ze to speak out that he wanted Wang Ze to accept Zi Yanran as his disciple. After hearing this, Wang Ze waved his hand and agreed readily. After arranging Zi Yanran's apprenticeship, Zhao Hen bowed to Wang Ze and said goodbye. However, before Zhao Hen left, Wang Ze patted Zhao Hen on the shoulder: "In the future, the reputation of the medicine hall will depend on you, Zhao Hen, I like you!"

After leaving Wang Ze's cave, Zhao Hen informed him of building a foundation at the entrance of the Neishan Gate. Not long after, two deacon disciples walked out of the Neishan Gate. After checking Zhao Hen's cultivation, he immediately issued a token for the Neishan Gate disciple to Zhao Hen, and then said, "Zhao Hen, now you have built a foundation, and you can take a master of a Jindan monk in the sect."

Looking at the Chengen Hall not far from the inner mountain gate, Zhao Hen's eyes showed expectant gazes. Chengen Hall is where disciples of the inner mountain gate become disciples. As long as disciples who successfully build foundations can take a master of Jindan in the sect as their master. In the past life, Zhao Hen also worshipped Leng Ling here. In this life, Zhao Hen naturally still wants to worship his master. Zhao Hen told the two deacon disciples that he wanted to worship Leng Ling as his master, and then sat down at the pavilion beside the inner mountain gate and waited quietly.

Jin Hua, the lord of the medicine hall, happened to pass by at this time, and when he saw Zhao Hen, he soon discovered the change in his aura. When he thought that Zhao Hen had successfully built a foundation within five years, this perverted practice speed that was almost like a rocket made Jin Hua happy. The outstanding disciples trained by the medicine hall were to add luster to the medicine hall. As the lord of the medicine hall, Jin Hua naturally also had a gold face.

After a while, Jinhua seemed to remember something again. He turned his head to look at the Chengen Hall over there, and suddenly turned around and asked Zhao Hen very seriously: "Zhao Hen, come to my disciple. I will ask you to be a personal disciple, how about it?"

If the meridians are broken, they can build foundations within just five years. If they are healthy, then that's fine? Jinhua naturally wants to accept as his disciple and then focus on training.

"Thank you for your kindness!" Although Jinhua took good care of Zhao Hen on weekdays, this will not change Zhao Hen's determination to re-enter his master's disciple. In the past life, Zhao Hen's life-saving grace to save his life will never be forgotten, so Zhao Hen will naturally still want to join his master's disciple in this life: "Uncle Master, even if I become a disciple, I am still a disciple from the pharmacy. I will still come to Uncle Master for advice from time to time!"

Although Zhao Hen did not answer Jinhua's question directly, Jinhua had already heard what Zhao Hen said. He took a slight breath, Jinhua glanced at Chengen Palace again and patted Zhao Hen's shoulder: "Go and find a better master!"

In Jinhua's eyes, Zhao Hen stepped towards Cheng'en Palace. This road was surprisingly solemn, which even made Zhao Hen feel trembling with excitement. The master was waiting for him inside. When he thought of this, Zhao Hen felt impatient. He walked to the door of Cheng'en Palace step by step. Looking from outside, he could not see anything clearly. Zhao Hen was also dumbfounded and could not use his spiritual sense to investigate.

Standing at the door, Zhao Hen's breathing became rapid, and the sound of his heart could be heard in his ears. As soon as he stopped breathing for a few times, he heard the familiar voice coming from inside: "What are you still standing there? Come in!"

Only when he heard this still cold but extremely familiar voice, Zhao Hen's eyes turned red, but his heart was almost bursting with joy! In his previous life, when Zhao Hen was walking at the door of Cheng'en Palace as a disciple, he was also staying at the door because of excitement, and also heard this sentence. Now, the moment when Zhao Hen heard this sentence again, Zhao Hen didn't even know whether he was in his previous life or in this life.

"Yes!", enduring the excitement, Zhao Hen raised his legs and crossed the high threshold and entered the Cheng'en Hall. The net adapted to the hall that was darker than outside, and at the same time he also saw the master's face that was still as cold as ice as in his previous life. The scene of becoming a disciple in his previous life appeared in front of him five years after Zhao Hen was reborn.

"Zhao Hen, although you have extraordinary spiritual roots, you still need to practice hard after your meridians are cut off." Leng Lingbing's cool and familiar voice sounded in Zhao Hen's ears: "But I'm very surprised, why don't you worship the master of the Medicine Hall? With your talent for alchemy and your physical condition, worshiping the Medicine Hall should be the best choice."

"A disciple who worships his master does not prevent him from learning the way of alchemy, and he also needs to learn other things!" Zhao Hen suppressed his excitement, and his strong will pressed his lips that were about to tremble, and tried to say this in a plain tone. However, after saying that, he was still breathing rapidly.

Leng Ling stared at Zhao Hen carefully and looked at him with concentration for a while, and she could even feel the forced suppression trembling of Zhao Hen. However, Leng Ling didn't find anything strange. She had seen several disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage before, and almost everyone would show a natural fear of the Grandmaster of Jindan. Especially under her close gaze, trembling was inevitable.

"Maybe!" Leng Ling hesitated for a moment, but soon threw his doubts behind his head, and a rare smile appeared on his face: "I am Leng Ling from the Lei Lei Palace. When I worshipped under my sect, I am a disciple of my Lei Lei Palace."

There are two halls and four halls in the Zi Lei Sect, of which the two halls are Jinglei Hall and Rift Hall. The four halls are the Medicine Hall, the Law Enforcement Hall, the Shenji Hall and the Tianji Hall. However, the Shenji Hall belongs to the branch hall under the Jinglei Hall, and the Tianji Hall belongs to the branch hall under the Leilei Hall. The reason why the Zi Lei Sect arranged this way is mainly to gather a few forces, so that they can restrain and balance their rights, and safeguard the central power of each sect leader. Although these two forces are both the same sect, the struggle in secret is very fierce. Zhao Hen joined the master's sect in his previous life and entered the Leilei Hall.

Hearing this, Zhao Hen could no longer help but bowed like a rock. He kowtowed heavily, with a sob in his voice, and said loudly: "Disciple Zhao Hen, pay homage to Master!"

The moment his forehead hit the ground, Zhao Hen's trembling lips had already been bitten by his teeth without realizing it. Seeing that Zhao Hen was so disobedient, Leng Ling coughed lightly to remind Zhao Hen, and worshiped his master, so he naturally wanted to worship his ancestor: "Come here and worship his ancestor!"

"Yes, Master!" Zhao Hen hurriedly stabilized his emotions, respectfully burned incense and kowtow to the ancestor of the Zi Lei Sect, and then visited Leng Ling again. After serving tea, he finally became Leng Ling's apprentice. After the apprenticeship ceremony, Zhao Hen followed Leng Ling and returned to Leng Ling's cave first.

"My cave is simple, you can sit there!" Leng Ling's cave is indeed simple, except for some necessary things, there is no other decoration at all. Back to his territory, Leng Ling relaxed, and did not continue to be tense, allowing Zhao Hen to be casual easily.

This is Zhao Hen's memory of the master's casualness in his daily life. Although it does not seem to have the rules between masters and apprentices, it has more of an atmosphere that seems like a family. Zhao Hen likes this atmosphere very much.

"How is your current cultivation level and what are your good at? What kind of flying sword do you want me to refine for you?" Without saying a word, Leng Ling first asked about Zhao Hen's requirements for the flying sword. Now, Zhao Hen has built a foundation, so naturally he can no longer use the low-level flying swords issued by Fu Lu and the sect.

How could Zhao Hen ask Leng Ling to refine flying swords for himself as soon as he accepted his apprentice? He took out a set of tea sets and tea leaves that had been prepared long ago from the Qiankun bag, took out the spring water he had found on the way back to the sect, poured it into the Baoling furnace, and began to make tea for Leng Ling: "Master is not busy! Let's take a break and wait for me to serve you tea!"

Leng Ling likes to drink tea, which is her hobby, and Zhao Hen is certainly clear about it. In his previous life, Zhao Hen often made tea for Leng Ling. When he saw Zhao Hen know his hobby, Leng Ling was surprised, but also liked it very much, especially after smelling the tea leaves in Zhao Hen's hand, this was even more so. The tea carefully prepared by Zhao Hen happened to be the taste that Leng Ling liked, and Zhao Hen's way of making tea is novel and his method of making tea is very proficient, which made Leng Ling full of expectations.

Now, Zhao Hen's cultivation has reached the Soul Heart Stage, and a ray of lightning that matches his spiritual root attributes appear in the soul heart, so Zhao Hen naturally uses thunder and lightning to make tea. The spring water that is most suitable for making tea heated with the Baoling Furnace rushed into the teapot. After a series of procedures, Zhao Hen held the teacup in front of Leng Ling: "Master, please drink tea!"
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