✨ Disciple, come to cultivate immortals 21 ✨

Zz wished that his host really had this mirror, so that he could directly expose Qi Yuan's disguise.

Everyone left in twos and threes, Ling Qingxuan was thinking about whether to bring something to eat for Feng Jue, when someone next to her suddenly shot, she instantly moved away and restrained him.

"Elder Ling, it's me, Mu Lin." The wrist was pinched so painfully that Mu Lin was shocked by her sharpness. He just wanted to test it.

It turned out to be the male lead, and Aya Qingxuan let go.

"You came to help me clean up?" Next to her were tables, chairs and tea sets.

Mu Lin wanted to say that was not the case, but under Ling Qingxuan's eyes, he still moved these things back to the school. He was afraid that Ling Qingxuan would leave, so he quickly finished these things.

"Elder Ling didn't ask why the disciple wanted to worship you in the first place?"

Because this seat is beautiful and powerful.

[Host, don't float! ] How did zz not find out that the host is such a narcissistic person.

Ling Qingxuan had a stern face. Could it be that what she said was wrong?

Seeing that Ling Qingxuan didn't speak, Mu Lin took a step closer, "This disciple just wants to go to Elder Ling's door, I wonder if Elder Ling can go to..."

"No." Ling Qingxuan didn't give him a chance to speak, "You are already Elder Tian's disciple."

Mu Lin's eyes dimmed a lot. He still has family revenge to avenge. Looking at the Qiankun Sect, only Ling Qingxuan has this strength. If she is willing to teach herself what she has learned in her life, he will definitely be able to revive the Wulin League.

And why, back then, she would rather choose someone with poor aptitude than herself, "Elder Ling..."

"Master!" The person who interrupted him this time was Feng Jue, the young man strode over and stood side by side with Ling Qingxuan, "Something happened in the hall."

So Ling Qingxuan followed Feng Jue back to the peak.

Mu Lin looked at the backs of the two of them, and the unfinished words were suffocating.

After not seeing him for a few days, Feng Jue's spiritual power seemed to have increased a little, and he could feel that it was really different to practice with Ling Qingxuan.

"Is this what you said?" Ling Qingxuan glanced at Feng Jue, what could happen, there was nothing in Xuanqing Hall.

Feng Jue lowered her head and answered irrelevantly, "Master went to see Mu Lin on purpose?"

"What's the matter with you." She was looking for trouble with the heroine, and it was too troublesome to explain.

"Disciple..." As if something blocked his heart, Feng Jue opened his mouth and finally knelt in front of Ling Qingxuan, "This disciple deceived the master to return to the temple, and I hope the master will punish him."

What is the villain doing, begging for punishment?

"Practice Yujian in three days."

"Ah?" Feng Jue raised her misty eyes, "Master, are you talking about punishment?"

Ling Qingxuan nodded and went back to his bedroom.

After she left, Feng Jue sat on the ground as if she had lost her strength. Seeing that Ling Qingxuan hadn't returned for a long time, and the signal appeared again, he hurried to the door, but he didn't want to hear what Mu Lin said. He still wanted to worship Ling. Under the door of Qingxuan.

Obviously he was Ling Qingxuan's close disciple, he finally had the closest person, why did Mu Lin come to **** him.

Compared to Mu Lin, he is like a cloud of mud.

He doesn't need anything else, as long as he stays by Ling Qingxuan's side all the time, has a home and a home!

[Warning, the detection villain has a blackening trend! 】

Ling Qingxuan just got on the hammock and was slightly taken aback.

Blackening?

[If the villain is blackened to a serious level, it will no longer increase his favorability. 】zz explained to Aya Qingxuan the formation and consequences of blackening.

Does he think this is a heavy punishment?

The blackening would affect her mission. Ling Qingxuan lifted her feet out of bed and went outside to take a look. Feng Jue fell from the sword in one fell swoop, and the uniform on her body was stained with a lot of dust.

When he fell to the ground, he didn't say a word, and re-steered his sword.

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✨ Disciple, come to cultivate immortals 22 ✨

The villain is stupid.

Ling Qingxuan clenched his fists and stabilized his falling body.

"Master?" Seeing her coming out, Feng Jue's eyes flashed with brilliance. When he thought that he was so embarrassed, he lost his energy in an instant, and he couldn't find the trick.

"The method is wrong."

Ling Qingxuan performed the operation in front of him, and he suddenly realized that he did it again, but he still fell down.

Being caught by Ling Qingxuan, Feng Jue was about to try again, but Su hand gently hugged his waist. Ling Qingxuan led him to jump on the sword, read the formula in his ear, and his sword rose steadily. in midair.

[Villain Feng Jue's favor +5. 】

It seemed that it was better to teach by hand, but Ling Qingxuan didn't let go of the hand around his waist, and continued to teach a few movements.

Through the friction of the cloth, the soft whispers in his ears, and the cold fragrance wrapped in it, Feng Jue's mind couldn't concentrate at all, the temperature in his waist went straight down, and after landing again, he hurriedly held down Ling Qingxuan's hand. , "Master, Master, I'm a little uncomfortable, come back later!"

When the words fell, he ran away as if fleeing for his life.

He slammed into the cold water bucket in the room, his head was exposed to the water, and he took a deep breath.

After a long while, he stared at the water and whispered angrily: "She is the master, what are you thinking!"

He must have gone crazy to be like this.

Burying his head in the water, he remembered that day when she saw him completely, but there was no response, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Aya Qingxuan waited for him by poking at the soil with a branch.

The villain has a bad stomach? This seat says that it is good to go fast as soon as possible.

This person has three urgency, that is, trouble.

[...] The host said it as if he was not a human before.

Feng Jue changed clothes and came back. Ling Qingxuan saw the dampness in his hair and asked, "Have you fallen into the pit?"

Otherwise why take a shower?

Feng Jue: …

Yu Jian's study started again, but this time Feng Jue said that he would come by himself, so Ling Qingxuan just watched from the sidelines.

Three days passed in a flash, Feng Jue's learning ability was very strong, coupled with the opening of the spiritual aperture, the meridians were washed, and Yu Jian quickly mastered it.

"Master! I can use the sword!"

Feng Jue excitedly showed it to Ling Qingxuan.

After reading it, Ling Qingxuan said: "You go to the door to study in the middle school, and then come back and ask this seat if you don't understand."

Feng Jue was stunned, holding the sword tightly, "Does the master despise the stupidity of the disciple?"

Ling Qingxuan felt her conscience, "No, the more you learn from your disciples, the stronger your strength will be."

"It's okay for me to discuss with Master!" The young man was impatient, and he felt inappropriate after he finished speaking. He just wanted to stay in Xuanqing Hall with Ling Qingxuan, and didn't want to contact others.

Bai Jingjun's face was slightly red, Ling Qingxuan looked at Feng Jue like this, reached out and pinched his face, then pretended to have done nothing, um, it felt very good, "You won't listen to the teacher? "

"hear!"

Feng Jue was so bewildered and went to the school alone.

It's a pity that he hasn't come over for a long time, and he doesn't even have a place.

"We thought you weren't coming, you hid on the peak like a quail all day."

"It's not easy to come down here. You are afraid that you came down on foot. We will soon learn Yujian."

"What can Elder Ling teach you? Could it teach you how to dress? Look at this face, he is indeed a lot more handsome than before, hahaha."

The sound of their teasing was about to explode in his head, and Feng Jue lifted the sword to the side to block the hand of a senior brother.

His sharp eyes swept over, and several people felt that they were under pressure and did not dare to go forward.

"Feng Jue, come to sit here?" Mu Lin, who was in the middle, beckoned.

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✨ Disciple, come to cultivate immortals 23 ✨

"Yo, when did you get so close to Mu Lin? For Mu Lin's sake, we won't make fun of you."

Those few people returned to their positions with a smile, Feng Jue stared at Mu Lin's gentle smiling face, put away his sword, and went to the last corner of the school to lean against.

Being rejected in person, Mu Lin just gave him a sideways glance.

Ling Qingxuan had given him a lot of books, and Feng Jue had already mastered the knowledge in the academy. For Ling Qingxuan's sake, he didn't leave directly.

Next was the Royal Sword class. Several people went straight to the sword and swayed provocatively in front of Feng Jue, "Feng Jue, have you learned this? Would you like us to teach you?"

There is a special passage in the arena, as long as Yujian can go back and forth at the specified time.

At the end of the first batch, the best grade among them was Mu Lin. Looking at Mu Lin, who was sought after by everyone, Feng Jue fell steadily on the sword. This made the people who laughed at him before for not coming to class stunned and comforted themselves. Feng Jue will only be on the sword, who can't be handsome at the start.

But when Feng Jue got the best result in the second batch, they were negative on the face.

"Feng Jue is definitely cheating, he didn't come to class, how could he!"

"That's right, obviously his qualifications are so poor!"

Several people were unwilling to be compared by him, and they coaxed.

Feng Jue's pure and beautiful face flashed in her mind, and she was full of confidence, "It's not better than it is, and the reason is too much."

Because Mr. Gui was still there, they couldn't even beat Feng Jue, they could only use their eyes to warn him that they would kill him later.

Mu Lin walked up to him holding the sword, "Feng Jue, let's have a match?"

The two of them are both high-class in appearance, but Mu Lin is strong in physique, strong in momentum, and standing together, the contrast is even more obvious.

Everyone around was booing, and Feng Jue agreed, "Okay."

If he wins Mu Lin at this time, then everyone will see his efforts, know that he is not bad, and can win glory for Ling Qingxuan.

The two stood on the take-off line. The match began. Feng Jue gathered his strength and used it quickly. The sword under his feet slipped and he fell directly. Yu Guang saw that the senior brother who had just provoked a smirk, and he quickly put his palm behind his back. .

"Haha, how dare you compare with Mu Lin, it's not like a dog gnawing shit!"

Seeing this change, Mu Lin did not move forward, waiting for him.

Feng Jue took the sword again, "I didn't admit defeat, the game continues."

The two continued the game, but Feng Jue's posture was a little inaccurate because of the fall just now, and he was a lot behind Mu Lin.

At the end of the passage, Mu Lin stopped, "Feng Jue, you Yujian was taught by Elder Ling."

His tone was firm, Feng Jue didn't say a word, gradually approached, and decided to surpass him.

"She is really good." It can make someone with such poor aptitude learn to use the sword in a few days.

Hearing Mu Lin's laughter, Feng Jue felt uncomfortable, he couldn't help but turn his head and said, "She is my master, don't think about it."

Mu Lin approached him in a hurry, "Two months later, in the sword test competition, if I get the top spot, you must give me the position of Elder Ling's disciple."

"You are already the disciple of Elder Tian!" Feng Jue panicked, and the sword under his feet was unstable.

"You don't need to take care of this. Will you agree to this game?"

The Sword Trial Competition is a conference where the disciples within five years of entry will compete together. The rewards will be based on their rankings. Mu Lin has only been in the door for half a month, and he has such ambitions.

"If you get the top spot, I will promise that you will never approach Elder Ling again."

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✨ Disciple, come to cultivate immortals 24 ✨

Feng Jue lost the Yujian competition.

When he returned to Xuanqing Hall, he saw Ling Qingxuan who was manipulating the sword.

When he appeared in front of Ling Qingxuan, those swords turned into dozens, all of them shot at him, Feng Jue rolled away, but his eyes were silent.

[Host, the villain is unhappy, go and coax~]

This seat is not a nurse.

Who is bullying this guy again? How could he be so weak!

boring.

Ling Qingxuan put away the sword, and just turned around, the young man behind him rushed over and hugged her waist. Before that, Ling Qingxuan could dodge completely, but remembering what ZZ said, he didn't resist for the time being.

"What's up?"

Without being pushed away, Feng Jue buried her face on her back, smelling the intoxicating fragrance up close, her mouth trembling slightly, "Master, do you regret accepting me as your apprentice?"

I'm so sorry, so fragile.

[Host, don't stab the villain at this time. 】

There are no knives in this seat, only swords.

【…】

Seeing that Ling Qingxuan didn't speak, Feng Jue woke up, only to realize that he was holding her, he quickly let go, not daring to raise his eyes to face her.

"Master, Master, I'm going to practice diligently!"

Seeing him running so fast like a ghost, Aya Qingxuan put his hand on his waist.

It was just warm.

After that day, Feng Jue didn't go to the school to learn basic knowledge, but the other classes did not fall off. He could learn from others when he could, and after returning to the peak, he did not stop practicing for a while.

Sometimes he didn't even call his master.

Ling Qingxuan reflected for a while, and felt that he was too used to him, and he no longer respected himself!

The same goes for Mu Lin in the door. Whenever someone sees him, he is practising hard and never relaxes.

He knew very well that even if he was talented, he still had so many brothers and sisters on top of him. To win the top spot, he needed to work harder.

His strength is improving day by day, and his attention in the door is getting higher and higher. Qi Yuan puts his eyes on him almost every day.

"I heard that Junior Brother Mu is preparing for the sword test competition, Senior Brother Zhu and the others are afraid that he will catch up, so they are all training day and night." Lin Le'er handed the newly acquired jade bracelet to Qi Yuan, "I will wait a little longer. It will be Senior Sister's birthday soon, be careful."

Qi Yuan took it and said gently, "Thank you, Junior Sister, um, how much does Junior Sister know about Junior Brother Namu?"

Not hearing Qi Yuan's invitation to attend the birthday banquet in the DPRK, Lin Le'er's tone was slightly stiff, "I don't know much, but Junior Brother Mu is handsome and smart, and he is the object of admiration for many women."

"So, does he have someone he likes?"

Lin Le'er shook her head strangely, "It doesn't seem like it, Junior Brother Mu is all focused on cultivation."

Qi Yuan sent Lin Le'er away and threw the bracelet in the corner of the room.

"You dare to send this inferior thing to me." She sneered and took out the post she had written by herself. Mu Lin is the one who suits her the most among the young disciples of Qiankun Sect. Take it back and show it to the emperor.

As for the things that deal with Ling Qingxuan, she can also go back to her father and ask for it.

Mu Lin had just finished practicing, and his body was still covered in thin sweat. He took a few sips of water from the water bag, and the Adam's apple rolled up and down. The undulating lines made Qi Yuan blushed, and she handed over the handkerchief, "Junior Brother, it's hard work. "

Mu Lin didn't answer, he had it himself.

"Why did Senior Sister come here, is it also here to practice?"

Seeing that he changed the subject, Qi Yuan was not annoyed, and shoved the invitation into his hand, "It will be my birthday in a few days, can junior brother come here to show his respect?"

He had rejected Qi Yuan's olives several times in front of him, and when he was about to reject it again, the seal next to the invitation caught his attention. He finally accepted it, nodded and said, "Thank you for your kindness, I will go."

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✨ Disciple, come to cultivate immortals 25 ✨

Seeing that his favorability was no longer rising, zz became anxious.

[Host, you can't do this, the progress of the task is too slow. 】

Women, you can't say no.

The villain has gone to practice with all his heart, so I can't interrupt him.

【Then you should go and hang out in front of him more! 】

Ling Qingxuan obediently dangled in front of Feng Jue, but Feng Jue vomited blood while meditating.

You see, this seat knows that it will be interrupted, you...

"Master! I've advanced!"

Before the blood on Feng Jue's mouth could be wiped off, he happily jumped in front of Ling Qingxuan.

Ling Qingxuan held him down, and threw a lot of cheats in the past, "Work hard."

Work **** the right path, don't be a villain.

[...] Host, can you help him stop the bleeding first?

Feng Jue held the secret book and began to read the book again.

Qi Yuan's birthday this time is very grand. Not only will it be held once at the Qiankun Gate, but it will also be held once in the court. However, she only gave invitations to the court, and the head and the elders must give it. , but she didn't give it to Ling Qingxuan, and Ling Qingxuan didn't bother to go.

"Senior Sister Qi Yuan is really highly valued by the Sect Master. It's just her birthday, so she prepared so grandly."

"No, it is possible that Junior Sister Qi Yuan will become the heir to the head."

Those female disciples were pondering how to have a better relationship with Qi Yuan. Ling Qingxuan and Feng Jue were walking in the corridor and suddenly asked, "Teacher, when is your birthday?"

Feng Jue's hand under his sleeve was tightly clenched, he didn't know it, and he'd never seen it before.

zz reminded Ling Qingxuan that she was hurting the villain again, and the villain had been treated like that by her parents since she was a child, and she never had a birthday at all.

"Why don't you be on the same day as your teacher?" Ling Qingxuan pressed his shoulder, which was easy to remember.

"Okay!" Feng Jue blurted out and agreed, Bai Jing's face was flushed, Ling Qingxuan pinched it, a big man blushing, this problem needs to be corrected.

Soft and slippery, her face was stiff and hard.