Cultivation starts with time management

Although in terms of appearance, she can't compare to the ginger witch who is proficient in charm, but what if?

Love is such a thing, but it never makes any sense.

The three of them walked through the cave tunnel and came to the mountainside.

Wen Yang was amazed by this paradise, and even said, "I can't think of such wonderful things in the world."

Jiang Liyan quickly put on the posture of a teacher's wife, and went to test the homework of Guo Jin and Wang Yu.

Wei Dongliu exchanged a few words with Wen Yang, then let him walk around at will, and then came over to check on his disciples.

"How are the two of them practicing?"

"Guo Jin's practice is relatively solid, but limited by his aptitude, his speed has not been fast." Jiang Witch replied, "Wang Cistan's talent is slightly better, but because of his personality, it is still difficult to calm down."

"Two trash." Wei Dongliu made no secret of his disappointment.

Didn't you already know that their qualifications were not enough when they were recruited?Jiang Liyan slandered secretly, but said:

"If Fellow Daoist Wei wants to speed up their practice, they can probably only use elixir."

"Yeah." Wei Dongliu sighed.

"That's right." Jiang Li said with a sweet smile, "The things I got from the depths of the Bone Shrine this time haven't been shared with Fellow Daoist Wei yet."

She took out a storage bag from her arms and said:

"I discussed it with Fellow Daoist Wen. First, put all the search results from this trip into this place. Fellow Daoist Wei will pick them first, and after the selection, I will share them equally with him."

It sounds respectful, but Wei Dongliu knew in his heart that it was mainly because he really looked down on ordinary treasures.

If it were a Brother Grandet, who was so penny-pinching, to come over, Jiang Lian would definitely not be so generous.

As for Wen Yang's willingness to hand over the things to Jiang Liyan for safekeeping, he didn't bother to care about them because there was another negotiation between the two of them.

Wei Dongliu looked carefully at the pills. Among them, the ones in the Foundation Establishment Stage were the most used, the ones in the Golden Core Stage were less, and the ones in the Nascent Soul Stage were not at all.

The reason is simple, the latter two are relatively rare, so there are often not many stocks in the sect, and the monks search for materials to refine and bring them with them.

After randomly picking out some pill bottles, Wei Dongliu waved his hand, signaling that he didn't want the rest.

Jiang Lifan was not surprised either, she had already keenly noticed that the reason why this Demon Lord Wei had such a good vision was because he had seen too many good things.

So much so that she ran around with the other party, and although she still doesn't regard ordinary treasures like shoes now, but she hasn't reached the tenth level... If she takes too much, she will become numb, and there is no joy or emotion at all.

Wei Dongliu went to reprimand his apprentice, and Jiang Lian looked at the dazzling array of treasures on the ground, and for a while he looked down upon them.

They're all ordinary stuff.

She went outside and threw the storage bag to Wen Yang.

Wen Yang was sitting by the pool in the valley in a daze. He caught the storage bag thrown by Jiang Liyan, swept his consciousness into it, and said in amazement:

"So many? I thought you would use his name to steal some things quietly."

"As for what?" Witch Jiang rolled her eyes, sat down by the pool, rolled up her trousers, and put her white and slippery feet in the water.

Wen Yang's face twitched when he saw it, he just took some water from the pool to drink, but in a blink of an eye someone used it to wash his feet.

"Don't look down on those things now?" He sighed faintly, and said, "Thinking of the past, you were just a piece of spirit stone and you would care about it."

"Really?" Jiang Liyan tilted his head and thought for a moment, "It really is."

Especially after knowing that he is an excellent demon sacrifice, everyone looks like a dangerous person, and he can't wait to seize every minute and every second to become stronger.

What made me slowly change?

Seeing her turn to look in the direction of the stone house, Wen Yang smiled slightly and asked in a low voice:

"Like it?"

"None of your business." The Ginger Witch rolled her eyes.

"Let's talk about it." Wen Yang pretended to be resentful, "We've known each other for so long, we can be regarded as girlfriends, and I can't even say it?"

"Where did you find your male best friend? Please die, and reincarnate as a woman in your next life!" Witch Jiang's poisonous tongue was merciless.

"I'm a woman now." Wen Yang said with chest out, "If you don't believe me, come and touch me."

"That's it?" Jiang Liwen looked at his flat chest and said disdainfully, "Do you want me to touch your ribs?"

Wen Yang: ...

He looked at Jiang Lian's full chest, and then at himself, feeling as if he had been sunk.

After a moment of frustration, Wen Yang stood up without saying a word.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Liyan asked casually.

"In the process of escaping earlier, the resentful spirits on hand were consumed too much." Wen Yang replied, "I'm going to add some."

"Oh." Jiang Li wiped his feet clean, put on his shoes and socks and got up, "I also have to replenish some monsters."

"Do you want to call Fellow Daoist Wei?" Wen Yang said a little strangely, "It's strange to say that this person's attacking style... always makes me feel like Sanqing's side."

"Which aspect are you talking about?" Jiang Li asked curiously, "Is it the red hair and double pupils? Or the hundred poisonous golden silkworm Gu?"

"Okay." Wen Yang could only say frankly, "He is quite different from any demon cultivator I have ever seen."

"Indeed." Jiang Lian recalled carefully.

The monks on the side of the Demon Cult can be roughly divided into two types:

One, those who act viciously and unscrupulously.

Second, it seems to be upright and generous, but in fact it acts insidiously and unscrupulously.

It is hard for Jiang Li to be an exception... This style of behavior is not innate, but forced out of the demon sect's own sect environment where the jungle preys on the jungle.

Although the previous interception teachings emphasized "forcible interception", at least they also emphasized the theme of "man will conquer nature" to resist the fatalism of "going with the sky" in explaining education.

Now, no one even resists the title of "Demon Cult".Everyone is only for their own interests, as for the overall reputation being splashed with dirty water, who cares?

On the other hand, Wei Dongliu, although this person has the demon king's dharma body of evil charm and madness, but his style of acting is very decent, without the insidious style of a demon cultivator.

For example, when everyone first met in Southern Xinjiang, Gu Lie's bald donkey tried to provoke him, but he was directly hugged in the face by the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu.

If it were any other demon cultivator, he would have to see the blood directly to show his prestige, but Wei Dongliu put on a posture that he didn't take him seriously at all, and just let him go lightly.

Instead, Gu Lie just followed his example and obeyed him along the way...

"Such a crisp, neat and majestic style, is it really an old monster who has survived since the cutoff?" Jiang Lian couldn't help but said.

"Do you think so too?" Wen Yang thought for a moment, then said, "I personally think that his physical body should not have formed an alchemy, but the soul soul inside..."

"It's ok, don't guess any more." Jiang Liyan said categorically, "In any case, with the degree of our current bond with him, everyone's interests are actually one, right?"

"Even you and my teacher, the practice resources that have been given to us for so many years are not as good as knowing Daoist Wei. He has given us more benefits!"

"That's natural." Wen Yang also said without hesitation.

Chapter 55 The New Year's Competition, Teacher Sister

It's New Years again.

For the Sword Immortals of Shushan, there is no custom of celebrating New Year's Eve—they keep another, more exciting tradition.

First month competition.

In this big competition, there is no seat challenge session, and there is no ranking of the sword list. It is just that everyone randomly draws lots and challenges one-on-one. Therefore, it is much more harmonious than the official competition in Shushan.

There were even quite a few familiar sword celestial beings who were drawn to a duel together. Everyone politely played a turn-based game, going back and forth, clicking until the end. In the end, the winner was decided amicably, and neither side lost face. .

Of course, there are amicable examples, but there are also relatively discordant examples.

For example, the Mowing Sword Fairy in previous years, no matter whether your opponent is strong or weak, always go all out, which made everyone dislike it.

Only this time, An Zhisu is listening to the advice of his younger brother Ling Yunpo, during this competition, try to make as many friends as possible, make fewer enemies, and strictly prohibit unnecessary acts of hatred.

"Senior Sister, don't always think about beheading other people's natal swords!" Ling Yunpo earnestly said, "Too much power will make people isolate us Qingluofeng even more!"

"Even if someone's strength is really weak, you have to be polite and give him a step down. Don't make it so bloody and violent!"

An Zhisu couldn't help nodding, and said:

"Okay, Junior Brother, I will listen to you."

After drawing lots, An Zhisu came on stage gracefully.

I saw that the disciple of the Sword Immortal on the opposite side was pale, and the two sides seemed to have the intention of fighting, and he was cursing in his heart, "Ku Ye, how did you get this killing god!"

Looking at the disciples off the court, they were also quite unhappy.

The war hasn't started yet, it seems like you're about to admit defeat, what's going on?

Someone yelled "Junior brother Zhang will win", and then there were cheers one after another.

Maybe it was because the cheering sound was really useful, or because he was forced to get on the stage and couldn't get off the stage. Although the junior brother Zhang was still panicked, it was much better than the trembling and hopeless look at the beginning.

Seeing that the grass-mower sword fairy on the stage did not make a move immediately, but asked the other party kindly:

"Do you want to admit defeat?"

When everyone in the audience heard it, they immediately exploded.

We are all united as one, cheering for the other side, and you actually say such arrogant words?

Now it's not just the sound of cheering, but also the sound of cursing.

Junior Brother Zhang listened in a daze, and suddenly his face seemed not to be afraid:

"Although I'm not good at swordsmanship." He said with a wry smile shyly, "but now that so many fellow students are watching, if I directly admit defeat, I will lose face as a teacher."

"Please enlighten me, Senior Sister An." He pulled out his natal sword and said seriously.

An Zhisu sighed, and also drew out the Feiyan Sword.

After a few breaths, Junior Brother Zhang was kicked out of the competition field, and it can be said that he was defeated in a complete mess.

Naturally, the gap in swordsmanship cannot be made up for with a little courage.

An Zhisu frowned slightly as he watched the roaring voices around him.

Normally, if she was scolded by everyone like this, she would just not understand, and then leave indifferently.

After all, Su Jian taught her since she was a child, "The sword fairy can only speak with the sword in his hand."

However, this time, after listening to Junior Brother Ling, she didn't directly cut off the opponent's natal sword and severely injured him as usual... Why did the attitude of these audiences not change much?

After getting off the field, An Zhisu came to Ling Yunpo, and asked doubtfully:

"Brother, what did I do wrong?"

"It's not wrong to do wrong..." Ling Yunpo smiled wryly.

In the situation just now, since everyone is applauding the courage of that Junior Brother Zhang, Senior Sister, you should say a few beautiful words, praise him, and then defeat him with a slightly higher strength than the opponent, so that the opponent can maintain With at least face, get out of the stage completely.

In this way, ordinary disciples think that junior brother Zhang loses but not loses, and they can see with strong eyesight that you are letting go, and everyone can live with face.

Instead of using all your strength to knock the opponent out of the field like just now...

Having said that, it is estimated that An Zhisu, who has almost no social experience, is completely unable to do this kind of complicated operation.

After thinking about it, Ling Yunpo could only reorganize the language in the simplest way, and said:

"In the next match, after taking the stage, don't directly defeat the opponent, but fight back and forth a few times with a slightly higher strength than the opponent, and let the opponent admit defeat."

An Zhisu nodded and said yes, indicating that there was no problem.

Ling Yunpo also took the time to go out, and defeated his lottery opponent neatly.

As the leader of the four strong men in the Shushan Foundation Building Realm, he won it as a matter of course. The opponent did not perform any drama of being afraid first and then being firm, and the audience around him did not side with each other.

I just don't know why when it's the senior sister's turn, there will be countless strange dramas for no reason.

Back on the sidelines, Ling Yunpo saw that An Zhisu was drawn this time by the rookie Bisheng who was ranked behind the top four.

Ling Yunpo had never dealt with this female sword fairy, but Qiu Changtian knew her.

When he participated in the trial at the Suoyao Pagoda in Shushan, the head teacher Yujing arranged for this sword fairy to receive him.

Seeing that Bisheng came on the stage in a heroic manner, An Zhisu asked with a smile on his face:

"Do you want to admit defeat?"

"No!" Bisheng was furious immediately, as if she had suffered a great shame, she drew her sword and said, "Why did Senior Sister An humiliate me like this? Even if my strength is not good, I will not say defeat lightly!"