Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

"What's so good about this? You might as well spend more time practicing." Gu Ling said, "When I was your age, I was already in the Nascent Soul stage."

Jiang Shuning: "..."

Jiang Shuning ignored her, the smile on his lips remained the same, but his eyes were filled with the starry night, and there seemed to be something deeper hidden in them.

Jiang Shuning loves this kind of night the most. The silent and deserted night always brings back his memories, whether painful or beautiful, and reminds him all the time not to live too comfortably.

Is the night sky that beautiful?

Gu Ling also looked up at the sky with such doubts.

The boundless sky stretches to the unknown distance, and the twinkling stars flicker, making insignificant embellishment for the black curtain.

A crescent moon hangs in the sky, with thin clouds like misty smoke, and the bright moonlight pouring down like running water.

There were the sounds of unknown insects in his ears. With Gu Ling's strength, he could also hear the roars of spirit beasts coming from farther away. Even the wind in his ears seemed to be whispering.

Gu Ling suddenly calmed down, and she had to admit that the boy was right.

Such a night sky is indeed beautiful.

The two of them just quietly admired the night sky until the moon rose above the treetops. The boy still had no intention of coming down from the roof. Gu Ling couldn't help but ask, "You don't want to go back to sleep because the bed is dirty?"

Jiang Shuning pulled his thoughts out of those complicated memories, and was stunned for a few breaths before reacting. He said lazily: "Ah, I forgot that I can go back to sleep."

Can I forget something like this?

Gu Ling saw the young man flying down from the roof, grabbing the window frame and climbing in through the window with a little force.

The bed was still a mess. Just when Gu Ling thought that Jiang Shuning was going to change the mattress himself, he saw him raise his hand and perform a cleaning spell, and the bed was immediately clean.

Where's the sense of accomplishment you promised me? Are you using magic again now?

Jiang Shuning quickly took off his outer clothes and used another cleaning technique, but this time he used it on himself.

After washing himself clean, he lifted a corner of the quilt and wrapped himself like a spring roll, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After less than a day of contact, Jiang Shuning's contradictory nature began to emerge.

First, he wanted to find a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage to be his master. After Gu Ling agreed, he said that he hadn't made up his mind yet. He said that he would feel a sense of accomplishment by doing it himself, but then he used the cleaning technique to be lazy.

Gu Ling, who always kept her word, could not understand the motives behind Jiang Shuning's behavior. She looked at his sleeping face for a while, slightly turned her eyes away, and said nothing more.

The next morning, Jiang Shuning went to the place where his disciples had dinner.

The other disciples sat together in groups of three or four, but Jiang Shuning was alone, with a large open space around him.

The disciples were chatting.

"Strange, the spiritual energy contained in the recent meals seems to have increased."

Although they are outer disciples, they do not eat earthly food. The food they eat contains spiritual power, and they can replenish a little bit of spiritual power through these foods.

"That's normal. The spiritual power in our sect has increased dramatically recently, so naturally there is more spiritual power in the spiritual plants and beasts. Didn't you break through?"

"The sudden increase in spiritual power is also very strange. I heard that a mysterious cultivator passed the tribulation on that day. Could the two be related?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the topic turned to the mysterious monk.

The thunder that day was very powerful, but it disappeared after just one bolt of lightning. It was really strange.

The thunder dispersed too quickly, and many people had not figured out the direction where the thunder gathered at that time, so they didn't know which thunder struck the forbidden area in the back mountain.

Jiang Shuning ate his rice and dishes with gusto, and he ate even more happily while listening to the gossip.

Gu Ling's consciousness in the spiritual jade was released, and he "saw" the food in front of Jiang Shuning, and frowned: "This kind of thing will form impurities in the body and hinder cultivation, so eat less."

There is little spiritual power and many impurities. Under normal circumstances, Gu Ling would not even look at it.

Jiang Shuning wanted to say something, but because there were people around him, he didn't say anything in the end. He just quickened his eating speed.

Sound transmission is a technique that can only be practiced in the foundation-building stage, and Jiang Shuning doesn't know how to do it yet.

After finding a deserted place, Jiang Shuning whispered, "This little bit of impurities won't have much of an impact. Besides, I'll be hungry if I don't eat it."

"I have fasting pills, enough for you."

"But the Bigu Pills have no taste. Or do you have Bigu Pills that taste like chicken legs?"

Gu Ling frowned even tighter. Which serious alchemist would make fasting pills that taste like chicken legs?

Jiang Shuning of course knew that she didn't, so he continued to eat his meals with peace of mind for the next few days.

There is a huge open space in the outer courtyard for outer disciples to practice, mainly for everyone to gather together for guidance from senior brothers and sisters. Of course, those who don’t want guidance can go somewhere else to practice.

Jiang Shuning originally practiced with everyone, but after being bullied intentionally or unintentionally half a year ago, he began to practice alone.

Jiang Shuning had an excellent talent for cultivation, but the reason why he had been unable to build a foundation was because he deliberately slowed down his cultivation speed and intentionally suppressed his cultivation.

Now he was not going to slow down any further, and he had the resources for cultivation. He successfully established his foundation in just a few days.

Not long after that, he received another message from the Third Elder and went to the inner courtyard.

The Third Elder was very satisfied with his progress and generously gave him more training resources. He said with a smile, "Not bad. As long as you keep up the pace, becoming an inner disciple won't be a problem. I will accept you as my disciple then. Now that we are master and disciple, others won't dare to say anything more."

Judging from Jiang Shuning's previous performance, his talent was not very good, and it would be awkward to rashly accept him as a disciple.

But if he entered the inner courtyard by virtue of the sect competition, it means that he has some desirable qualities, and it is reasonable for the elders to take a fancy to him.

Jiang Shuning thanked him as usual, and before leaving he heard the Third Elder remind him not to forget to drink the spiritual tea.

That spiritual tea is a good thing. Jiang Shuning's two months of practice results are not as good as drinking a cup of spiritual tea. After drinking the spiritual tea, his practice speed will also become faster.

On the way back, Gu Ling talked to him: "The Third Elder is not a good person, you should have less contact with him. I can give you cultivation resources."

Gu Ling felt uncomfortable seeing that cloudy look, moreover, she had not forgotten that the Third Elder was among those who locked her up in the back mountain.

Jiang Shuning pushed open the door and walked in: "I know, I just want to confirm one thing."

No matter what, he would not be the Third Elder's disciple. Accepting the Third Elder's resources and agreeing to work hard to become an inner disciple was just a way for himself to find a way out.

As long as his talent is valued in the sect competition and he can become a disciple of a powerful person, it will be like having a backer, and the third elder will not dare to do anything to him.

but……

His eyes darkened. Being too outstanding is not a good thing after all. There are also great risks in becoming a master and disciple with others.

He had no choice but to choose the lesser of two evils and take it one step at a time.

Jiang Shuning lightly tapped the spiritual jade on his chest through his clothes, and his brows relaxed slightly when he thought of the contract.

Fortunately, his luck was not too bad.

The misty aroma of spiritual tea hung in the air. Gu Ling rummaged through his storage ring and threw out a bag of Jade Tea, not hiding his disgust.

"You wretched old man is so stingy. The seven-yuan tea only smells good and is useless to cultivators, but he still has the nerve to let you drink more. Look at my Jade Face Tea, it can calm your mind and…"

Jiang Shuning paused as he put the cup to his lips and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said Jade Face Tea..."

"No." Jiang Shuning suddenly became serious. "What is Seven Yuan Tea? Why do you say it is useless for monks?"

Gu·Encyclopedia·Questions and Answers·Zero: "The raw material of Qiyuan Tea is Qiyuan Flower, which has a light and slightly sweet fragrance and abundant spiritual power. It is a high-level spiritual plant. However, the spiritual power in it can only be absorbed by people with furnace cauldron constitution."

Furnace-type physique.

Monks with this physique are often gifted, and their cultivation speed is second only to those with innate spiritual bodies, but no one wants to have this physique, and no one does not want to have a monk with this physique.

Although cultivators with the furnace-cauldron physique have excellent talent for cultivation, once they have sex with others, their cultivation will be sucked away by the other party, which is a real enemy.

Such characteristics make cultivators with furnace-cauldron physique become "treasures" and are pursued by various forces.

Such a physique is rare and can only be seen once in a thousand years. In addition, "wealth should not be shown off", and there has been no cultivator with a furnace-cauldron physique in the world of immortal cultivation for many years.

Jiang Shuning squeezed the teacup tightly and said as calmly as possible: "So the Seven Yuan Flower is very beneficial to people with the furnace cauldron constitution. They like the Seven Yuan Flower very much, right?"