Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

The fog in the mountains is very heavy. When you leave the cabin, you can only see the mountains in the distance. The clouds and mists are lingering, and even cover the sun.

But Mu Ciwan knew that it was not clouds, but spiritual energy.

After practicing the sword as usual, the dew in the mountains dripped down directly.

Most immortal cultivators don't pay attention to physical exercise, and prefer to practice indoors to seek the growth of spiritual power. This has also led to many people having spiritual energy in their bodies, but they don't know how to use it.

Even in the late stage of Jindan, he can't beat the disciples of Jindan in the middle stage after body training.

After realizing this, the various sects quickly added physical training to the daily courses of cultivating immortals. What they cultivate is not strength, but skills.

The monks in the Yuanying period not only need to understand the world, but also need to use and control the spiritual energy.

Mu Ciwan's spiritual power grew too fast, if he wanted to control it and keep everything stable, he could only spend more time on training to improve his skills and physical fitness.

The dew from the mountains dripped on the ground, mixed with the sweat on the ground, and evaporated quickly.

After simply performing a cleansing formula, Mu Ciwan sat down on a flat stone, holding a book and slowly flipping through it.

"Master..."

There was a slight movement in the distance, and Mu Ciwan suddenly stood up and rushed towards Qiu Cimu's cave.

Outside the cave, the immortal is dressed in white, with cold eyes, white skin as crystal clear as snow, eyes as black as ink, as deep as the sea, as if boundless, yet unfathomable, with long jet black hair hanging over his shoulders up, dancing with the wind.

Before Qiu Cimu and her left, the changes were not big. He closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and the surrounding aura wrapped around his body like a giant python, forming a translucent shield.

There are some faint auras around the shield, and he is refining the aura in his body.

Sensing that someone was coming, he looked over with a cold gaze, like a high god, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

After realizing that the person in front of him was his apprentice, his eyes softened slightly.

Mu Ciwan approached and called softly: "Master?"

"I haven't seen you for a few days, but I have improved again."

Qiu Cimu was not at all surprised by her appearance, and after a simple search, he knew that Mu Ciwan had broken through again, his eyes were full of admiration, but his tone was still cold.

"Thank you for your praise, Master!"

There was a slight smile on Mu Ciwan's face. Although the master always looked like this, he didn't like to talk or praise her, but she just liked this cold look.

Because she could feel the gentleness of Master towards her.

"From now on, you have to practice more diligently, and don't be greedy for merit." Qiu Cimu said slowly.

"Yes! Master, the disciple has written it down!"

Mu Ciwan nodded respectfully.

"Don't go out these few days." Qiu Cimu said, raising his fingertips to flicker a light on Mu Ciwan's eyebrows, aware of her doubts, he explained lightly: "It's a ray of energy, you The promotion is too fast, and the foundation is a little unstable, and when you stabilize, it will naturally disappear."

"Thank you, Master." Mu Ciwan frowned, and then told Qiu Cimu about the Zongmen Grand Competition and the secret realm.

"Five days have passed since the head said this, and the disciple has ten days left before he has to go to the competition." So it should be impossible to stay in the Emerald Jade Peak all the time.

"Well, let's go." Qiu Cimu nodded indifferently and agreed, "Your aptitude is good, if you can really enter the secret realm, you don't have to worry about being a teacher."

"The disciple will not disgrace his life!"

Mu Ciwan bowed and saluted, then bid farewell to the master and returned to the wooden house.

She sat on the bed, closed her eyes and began to practice.

A warm feeling spread from the dantian to the whole body, and a comfortable breath traveled along the tendons to every inch of the bones.

But for a moment, Mu Ciwan felt a powerful force flooding his whole body, even his skin and flesh seemed to be tempered and full.

It was the spirit of the master just now. When she opened her eyes, she suddenly realized that she didn't seem to have sent the things made by the senior sister to the master.

Send it when you come back.

She blinked, thinking.

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The training time passed extremely quickly, Mu Ciwan devoted himself to the practice, and even forgot the passage of time, two days passed in a blink of an eye.

For the past few days, Mu Ciwan was so absorbed in his cultivation that he didn't pay attention to anything at all, and he didn't even eat much.

Moreover, the effect of practice is particularly remarkable. Although Mu Ciwan's strength has not increased significantly, it has stabilized visibly with the naked eye.

If she hadn't thought about leaving tomorrow, she might have retreated directly to practice.

She opened her eyes, and her eyes were clear.

There were footsteps outside, and it was not Master's. She stood up and opened the wooden door. Zheng Xinghui was standing outside awkwardly, lifted up, as if she was about to knock on the door, but she didn't expect Mu Ciwan to open the door first. .

He quickly withdrew his hand, "I'm here to remind you that I'm leaving tomorrow, remember to pack your things, and don't be late tomorrow."

It looked awkward.

Mu Ciwan was almost used to it, and she didn't bother to argue with him, anyway, she didn't infringe her interests, and she could use this matter to express her grievance to the master.

"I see."

After finishing speaking, she closed the door directly without asking Zheng Xinghui.

Anyway, the attitude of the other party is not good, so she doesn't need to give him a good look.

Zheng Xinghui looked at the closed door and slowly clenched his fists. Sure enough, he still didn't like Mu Ciwan. He really didn't know why his uncle insisted on accepting her as his apprentice.

"Because I have talent."

Mu Ciwan's voice came from the room.

Zheng Xinghui paused, turned around and left directly.

How did she know what she was thinking.