Fantasy: My skills are all passive

"The way of the sword!"

"Wind Sword!"

In the valley, after nearly three months of training, all the girls have improved significantly at this time.

Fan Jian spared no effort for them, in addition to three meals a day, he also had three top-quality Yunling Pills produced by himself, this kind of treatment, even the inner disciples of the Cyanwood Sect could not enjoy it.

In addition, they study hard every day, except for eating and sleeping, most of the time they spend most of their time playing some chasing games with the footwork of Jiujiu Shengong.

This is also the method proposed by Fan Jian. They are still children, and they can practice exercises while playing, which can not only satisfy the children's entertainment nature, but also allow them to improve their cultivation.

Now among the two hundred girls, the one with the lowest cultivation has reached the third rank of sword qi, and Yun Ling has reached the fifth rank of qi training, which is only one step away from foundation establishment.

But now, they are practicing the Liuxu Sword Art, and it looks like many of them are able to release their sword energy.

Seeing that the cultivation of these children has gradually improved, Gu Shengren couldn't help smiling and sighed slightly.

When Fan Jian heard her sigh, he immediately walked over with a roasted corn and asked with a smile.

"My aunt, what are you sighing for?"

Gu Shengren frowned, stood up and went back to the house.

Fan Jian was at a loss.

Recently, she kept a straight face every day, and when she talked to her, she either ignored her or turned her eyebrows coldly, just like her aunt came.

But whose aunt stayed here for half a month when she came?
"Cut! Maybe over 100 years old, there is no big aunt at all!"

Fan Jian pouted, raised his hand and threw the wooden stick into the brazier.

After opening the system, the minimum receiving value has reached 15.

It's time to draw a wave of skills!

Fan Jian rubbed his hands, and when he saw the special scratch-off worth [-], he pouted immediately.

Trick!
Let's draw 1000!

Looking at the ten scratch cards in front of him, Fan Jian clasped his hands together and said.

"Aunt Tathagata, Lafayette Jade Emperor, Master! Your spirits in heaven must protect me and possess the Emperor Ou!"

Facts have proved that when praying to God, if you even call your name wrong, there will be absolutely no good fruit to eat!

Looking at the seven cards in front of him, the next time must be and the two cards may not be the next time, Fan Jian immediately rolled his eyes.

"It's like this every time. Do you have to wait for the big guarantee before you are willing to ship?"

Fan Jian sighed and scraped off the last coating casually.

"Not necessarily next time!"

"I'll go to you!"

Fan Jian threw the scratch card on the ground, stepped on it twice and spat.

No guarantee!
What use do you want?

The system is also really user-friendly. Knowing that scratch cards are easy to make people angry, they deliberately let Fan Jian throw the scratch cards on the ground, otherwise Fan Jian would not even have a chance to vent his anger.

"Forget it, it's not very necessary anyway, so let's do it! Keep this big guarantee, maybe it will come in handy the next time you need it urgently!"

Thinking of this, Fan Jian sat down and looked up at the sky.

"I miss Qingmumen a little bit!" Fan Jian muttered to himself.

"Then go back!"

I saw Gu Shengren walking slowly, sitting on the ground like Fan Jian, and said with a smile.

"But they haven't fully mastered the Liuxu Sword Art yet!"

Fan Jian pointed to the children and said.

"I can teach them too!" Gu Shengren said.

"You've been out for so long, it's time to go back and have a look."

"Aren't you afraid that I won't come back?" Fan Jian asked, frowning.

Gu Shengren sighed slightly, and said with a smile while pulling the corners of his mouth.

"This is your sect! Whether you come back or not, you are the head of the Yunyu sect!"

When Fan Jian heard this, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It seems that at this moment, there is some sadness!
"Let's go tomorrow, and I'll take you back tomorrow. Tonight, my blood demon heart seed broke out, and I need you to stop me!" Gu Shengren said.

Fan Jian's mind went blank, and he nodded dully and said.

"Oh!"

Gu Shengren smiled, stood up, walked towards the children and said.

"Shall we play ghost hunting? I'll catch you!"

"it is good!"

Looking at the red figure chasing with the children, Fan Jian couldn't help but sigh.

He seemed to have another strange feeling for Gu Shengren, and at that moment just now, he realized that he had such an idea!

"No, no, no! This generation gap is too serious! Even if she is my grandma at her age, my grandpa will still be poked in the spine and said that he has an Oedipus complex!"

Fan Jian quickly shook his head, forcing himself to think of Ye Qingqing, Wen Ruoshui, and even Liu Yanxi's green tea!

"It's okay, go out tomorrow to relax, return to the sect to report that you are safe, and come back! It should be fine!"

Thinking of this, Fan Jian let out a long breath.

At night, the sky is covered, and the four poles are dark.

Fan Jian and Gu Shengren sat on the top of the mountain, looking up at the clouds and mists that occasionally drifted across the sky.

Fan Jian looked at Gu Shengren's side face when he was looking up at the sky. It was as round as jasper pearls and as delicate as creamy fat.

After thinking about it, he asked.

"There is something I have never asked you!"

"what?"

Gu Shengren turned her head to look at Fan Jian, her eyes were as gentle as dew and as clear as stars.

Fan Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned his head and said.

"Haha, it's... nothing... I just want to ask you if you have met any favorite Taoist companions, people you like after so many years of experience."

Gu Shengren looked at Fan Jian and said with a sudden smile.

"Guess what?"

"I guess you are so beautiful, there must be a lot of people who like you!" Fan Jian said with curled lips.

"It is estimated that 60.00%, no, seventy male gods regard you as the lover of their dreams!"

"What about them, what does it have to do with me?" Gu Sheng said with a smile:

"My experience is to challenge the masters from all walks of life. They are trampled under my feet all the way. It's too late to hate me. How can they like it?"

"Hey, that's true!" Fan Jian suddenly smiled and said:

"When I first met you, I was still calling you Aunt Tiger, an old witch!"

The aunt did not speak.

Fan Jian was a little panicked and said quickly.

"I'm kidding! I don't think so much now! You..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Shengren's eyes were as red as blood, and the veins on his face were bulging. He glared at Fan Jian, and when he raised his hand, he struck with a claw.

"I'll go! Come as soon as you say it!"

Fan Jian stepped back, raised his hand, and the silver needle appeared in his hand.

He took out two or three hundred silver needles, thought about it, and put them back, leaving only one hundred in his hand.

"It's enough to restrain her! Don't hurt her!"

With a wave of Fan Jian's hand, Bi Weiqing shot out with great force.

Seeing that silver needle was stuck on Gu Shengren's body immediately, it was bounced out by the protective energy.

"The odds are so nonsense!"

A 1% chance doesn't mean that one of a hundred attacks will definitely hit one.

Gu Shengren was mad like a demon, and rushed towards Fan Jian again.