Wang Fei Yin immediately changed the lesson schedule and began teaching them qinggong the next day.
When Tao Ji and Tao Yanbai returned to the mountain, they saw Pan Yun and Miao Zhen practicing the Seven Star Steps before the mountain gate, bumping into each other from time to time;
Meanwhile, Miao He had sandbags tied to her calves and was running from here to there. When she reached the alchemy room, she would whoosh back again.
Oh, Sanqing Temple's alchemy room was some distance from the mountain gate, with a bamboo grove between them. They were roughly five to six hundred meters apart, one at this end of the flat ground atop the mountain, the other at the far end.
It was not that there was no open space by the mountain gate. After all, the gate where they currently were had a huge stretch of empty ground, but that area was for martial practice.
More importantly, alchemy always came with the possibility of accidents. To prevent the alchemy room from affecting the temple here, they had deliberately built it farther away.
So they had chosen the other side of the mountain, beside the Pill Well, and built three rooms. Wang Fei Yin and Tao Ji each occupied one, while the last, tucked away in the corner, was for the other disciples to study and practice in.
Miao He was currently in charge of carrying up the dried and processed bundles of herbs, whooshing over to the alchemy room to put them down, then running back again, over and over.
She could practice martial arts while taking care of convenient chores.
Wang Fei Yin sat on a rock, swaying back and forth with a small bamboo switch in hand. He was very pleased by the three children's diligent efforts.