After being reborn through the book, the apprentice becomes black and clings to the master's up

Since Xue Yuyang was cared for by his master, he has become more diligent in his practice. No matter how tired he is, he insists on gritting his teeth and secretly vowing to increase his spiritual power quickly and protect his master. He cannot hide under his master's wings all his life. He must always be on his own. On that day, as a man, you can't look down on yourself.

Moreover, these three realms are not peaceful at all. Monsters from the Demon Realm often come out to cause trouble, and the people in the lower realms live uneventfully. What's more, they are unarmed. How can they resist the powerful demons? If they can't even protect the people closest to them, how can they protect themselves? In the world, how can one have the dignity to sit in this position of leader!

Every time it gets slightly brighter, he takes his junior disciples to the school field to practice archery, so as to be fully prepared for the Immortal Sword Tournament two years later. He will be among the top five and get the chance to enter the Sword Tomb.

Since Ye Nanchen consolidated his spiritual core in the spiritual spring last time, he would often go to the spiritual spring to consolidate his spiritual core after practicing archery in the school field. His strength was growing in the spiritual spring.

Qi Yufan saw the efforts of the two of them and remembered them in his heart. He encouraged them from time to time, took them to the small stove, cooked every time, and supplemented their nutrition. At this age, they are most lacking in nutrition. Nutrition must be Keep up.

Every time he sees Ye Nanchen growing taller, he can't help but feel happy that his hard work has paid off.

And that's not all. As time went by, they got together for a month, and their relationship also changed a lot. Ye Nanchen rarely looked at him with resentment, murderous intent, or evil spirits. The cold, empty, and vigilant look on his face gave him a hint of trust and dependence, as well as a hint of youthful innocence, but it was only slight, but this was the beginning of improvement, which showed that his efforts were not in vain.

The towering pine trees in Jinxing Pavilion are green and lush, and their branches are getting denser and denser. It's like Qi Yufan has been here for several months and is familiar with everything here.

The breeze blew through the white and tender hibiscus flowers, bringing a hint of fragrance. The floral fragrance passed through the hair of the person leaning on the desk, making the hair fly and elegant.

The man was holding a book in his hand, looking attentive and frowning slightly, as if he had encountered something puzzled.

With the pen in his mouth, Qi Yufan couldn't stop scratching his ears and cheeks, bulging his cheeks and tinkering with ancient prose, and he couldn't help feeling regretful in his heart.

If I had known this would happen, I should have listened carefully to the ancient literature class in college, otherwise it would have been so troublesome.

But upon closer inspection, it seems that it is not too troublesome. The text here is not much different from modern simplified characters. There are a few characters that are incomprehensible. The troublesome part is that you have to read them in rows, not horizontally.

The habit of looking horizontally cannot be changed overnight. Chinese culture is profound, profound, and has a long history. Those things that are engraved in the bones are not so easy to change.

He slumped down on the desk, closed his eyes, and his mind was full of rows of words, lingering in his mind like a circle of scriptures.

The tea cup next to him was steaming, and the hot steam blew on his long eyelashes in the wind, leaving a fine mist.

He was looking at the tea set in a trance, suddenly thought of something, sat up suddenly, and picked up the book he had thrown aside just now.

He remembered that there was a strange book called "Blood Scripture" in this novel, and he vaguely remembered that Ye Nanchen got this book by chance and eventually became the number one person in the Three Realms.

"Blood Classic"? It seems to be slightly recorded in Yushan.

Yu Shan? Where did you see it?

I turned a few pages forward, stopped, and saw the eye-catching characters: Yu Shan, and read it carefully.

Yushan is one of the three dangerous mountains in the Three Realms. According to legend, it is guarded by ancient vicious beasts. It is shrouded in fog all year round, the terrain is steep, and the cliffs are crisscrossed. The beasts are ferocious, there are many animals, and there are many poisonous insects, all of which are rare poisons in the world and have no solution. , the top of the mountain is covered with poisonous gas, and no light can be seen.

According to the description of the immortal, there is a cave at the top of the mountain, and there is a sacred book inside. The spiritual power of the practitioner is greatly increased, and can rival the three realms. It is a rare thing that many immortal practitioners dream of. They travel to and from Yushan at any cost, but they all die without burial. There are no corpses left in this place, and no one has set foot on it since.

After traveling thousands of miles and passing through the vast Gobi desert, we can enter the Yushan territory. Whether we can get it or not depends on one's luck.

Qi Yufan was frightened when he saw it. He died without a burial place and no bones left? It was too dangerous.

Still want to go? How about letting the hero do it on his own.

He touched his chin, hiss, that’s unrealistic.

Silently closing the book, "Forget it, let's go alone."

I kept crying in my heart, comforting: It's okay, it's all for myself, everything is worth it, it's all worth it... (?_?), cool!

"Master" Ye Nanchen poked his head out.

"Hmm?" Qi Yufan put on a ready-for-death expression, showed his usual soft eyes, and waved people over, "What's wrong, are you tired?"

"No." Ye Nanchen shook his head and looked at the book in Qi Yufan's hand. "Master, are you reading "The Fierce Mountains of the Three Realms"?"

"The Fierce Mountains of the Three Realms"? Qi Yufan looked confused, followed Ye Nanchen's gaze and looked at the book at hand, vomit! It's really "I have nothing to do and take a look. In the past month, have you seen any signs of stability in your spiritual core?"

"Have"

"That's good." Qi Yufan relaxed, "Can you make any progress in archery?"

"Yes." Ye Nanchen's eyes flashed with anticipation, "Master, do you want to see it?"

"Okay, let's go to the school grounds and let Master see your abilities." Qi Yufan stood up and smoothed out the wrinkled corners.

"Okay" Ye Nanchen's eyes were full of joy.

In the school grounds, Ye Nanchen drew his bow attentively, put the arrow on the string, and aimed at the target in the distance.

As soon as his hand was loosened, the arrow shot out from the string and hit the target straight away. Although he didn't have much strength, his aim was indeed accurate.

"Great, much better than before" Qi Yufan encouraged him with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Master, for the compliment." Inadvertently, a blush appeared on the tips of his ears.

The wind blowing from nowhere made Qi Yufan's soft hair float up in front of his forehead, drawing an elegant arc in the air. The dark eyes reflected the dark eyes, like crystal clear obsidian, clear and full of meaning. Her tenderness, exquisite facial features, and fair skin are like a thousand-year-old jade, flawless, slightly transparent, and the corners of her mouth are slightly raised.

Ye Nanchen's heart skipped a beat when he saw it, and he was a little at a loss. His eyes couldn't keep away from the slightest bit, and they were stunned.

"Southern Dust"

no response.

"Nanchen" Qi Yufan raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes a few times.

"Huh?" Ye Nanchen came back to his senses and asked with a blank expression, "What's wrong, Master?"

"...Why are you in a daze? Do you want to rest?" Qi Yufan asked him.

"Master, my disciple has gone to Lingquan."

He dropped his words and disappeared in a flash.

"..." What kind of stimulation is this?

Let's go see another apprentice.

Xue Yuyang frowned, panting, and big beads of sweat fell down.

The disciples next to him saw that he was working so hard, and they all advised, "Brother Xue, take a rest."

"Yes, Senior Brother Xue worked so hard and practiced for a long time. Let's take a rest."

"yes"

"It's okay. You can go do your own thing and don't worry about me." Xue Yuyang waved his hand and continued to practice.

Accidentally, the sword left his hand and flew straight towards a disciple. Xue Yuyang shouted "Be careful!!"

The disciple looked at the flying sword in horror, as if there were roots growing under his feet, and he was too frightened to move away.

Damn it! Xue Yuyang shouted in his heart.

At the critical moment, a white figure caught the sword and saved the disciple's life. He was asked "Are you okay?"

The disciple shook his head, "No...it's okay, thank you Master."

"That's good, let's go practice."

"Um"

Xue Yuyang breathed a sigh of relief. He was scared to death just now. He lowered his head when he went over there, "Master..."

He did something wrong. He didn't listen to advice and put other disciples in danger. If the master had come a little later and couldn't save anyone on his own, there might be a cold corpse lying on the ground now.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Qi Yufan did not blame him. He held a sword in his slender fingers. The light of the sword made his hands whiter. He raised his eyes and asked with a smile, "Yu Yang, are you playing with a sword?" Or practice flying sword?"

He raised his hand and returned the things to Xue Yuyang.

Xue Yuyang took back the sword and scratched his head, "Thank you, Master."

"What's the matter? Take a rest." Qi Yufan knocked on Xue Yuyang's head. "Honestly, how long have you been practicing?"

"...three hours"

"Go and have a rest." Qi Yufan lowered his face.

"Go and rest now"

Ye Nanchen ran to Lingquan in a hurry, sat down in it, buried his head in the water, and reduced the blush on his face.

What's up with him? Why do you keep staring at Master?

After soaking for a long time, he emerged from the water and lay down on the rocks. Why did Master go to Yushan? It is very dangerous there. People who go there will most likely not come back. Since it is so dangerous, why does Master go there?

Although I was full of questions, no one could answer them.