I am a support player in the cultivation world

"Wow, the boat is flying ヽ(??o??)?."

Fu Ping stood behind Zhang San, looking at the spirit boat flying in the distance with stars in his eyes.

Zhang San doesn't want to talk anymore. The child is really too difficult to take care of (￣(?)￣)?

Along the way, she seemed to have a jumping frog in her body, asking questions and saying "wow" all the time. Zhang San felt that his mentality had been honed.

At first, he could explain all the doubts to her in detail, but he found that he was wrong. As long as he explained to her, she would raise new doubts in his explanation. This cycle often goes on endlessly.

Zhang San felt that he had reviewed all the knowledge points he had learned since he started practicing, his brain was emptied, and his cultural level had reached the highest peak in history.

"That is the spirit boat of my Sword Sect. It is also used to recruit disciples from various places. Don't ask me why it can fly. You will know it naturally when you start practicing."

Zhang San has learned that as long as things are postponed to the future, they are no longer his business. Don't ask why you should study hard, you will know when you get into college.

"Oh"

Duckweed blinked innocently (?????)

"Then why do they use spirit boats, while we fly by ourselves?"

Critical Hit(???)

I felt like I was struck by a spirit, what could I say? My cultivation was too low, and I didn't have enough connections, so I couldn't get into the recruitment team of a big place. I could only go to a remote small county alone to recruit students.

How could I admit this!? Now I am an immortal in front of the children.

"You will know after you practice."

Zhang San is well versed in the art of procrastination. As long as he doesn't say anything, he will still be the immortal. As for the future, that will naturally be something that he will worry about in the future.

Fu Ping stopped talking. The child's intuition was accurate. She could tell that... the immortal was not very happy.

"Hey, isn't this Junior Brother Zhang San? What's up? Have you completed your mission and recruited a new disciple?"

Wang Wu was very unhappy when he saw Zhang San.

This Zhang San has no background and no talent. He pretends to be very hardworking every day. His uncle often compares himself with him. He says that he is down-to-earth and works seriously. Wouldn't it be the same if other people did those things? What's there to say? Moreover, his junior sister Li Si, who he likes, often hangs out with Zhang San.

Obviously, I have better resources. They both have four spiritual roots, but Zhang San is born in the mortal world, and he is the only one cultivating immortality. After all, I am born in a Jindan family. And the deacon of the outer sect of the Sword Sect is my cousin. I really don't understand why Junior Sister Li Si likes him.

"Brother Wang Wu"

Zhang San bowed to Wang Wu and was about to take Fu Ping to the mission hall to complete the mission.

"Don't be impatient. I really let you pick up someone with spiritual roots. What? Four or five spiritual roots. Let me take a look."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the duckweed.

How could this be possible? The incident happened suddenly, and by the time Zhang San reacted, Wang Wu had already grabbed one of Fu Ping's arms and hung her up.

"Tsk tsk, this little girl looks just over five years old. Don't just bring someone back to mess around with the mission."

Wang Wu looked at Fu Ping while sneer at Zhang San. Of course, he also knew that this was impossible. After all, fooling around with a task is different from completing the most basic task. The former will go to the Law Enforcement Hall for a trial. He just wanted to disgust the other party.

"Don't worry about that, Senior Brother."

Zhang San tightly grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand. He had to endure this humiliation because his background and cultivation were not as good as others.

"cut"

Wang Wu threw Fu Ping away, and Zhang San jumped to take it. Seeing Fu Ping's face pale with fear, he felt very uncomfortable. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have suffered this disaster.

Wang Wu watched Zhang San take the duckweed, shook his head and left. Just now, it could be said that he was just playing around, but if he continued like this, I'm afraid he would be in trouble.

Zhang San carried Fu Ping to the mission hall, constantly comforting him on the way. However, Fu Ping changed his chattering nature and just kept nodding.

This was the first time Duckweed had suffered obvious malice from a stranger.

In Linnan City, she rarely went out, and the uncles, aunts, and aunts around her all liked her for being well-behaved and sensible, not to mention Grandpa, Uncle Dahu, Brother Changsheng, and Brother Datie. Even if she followed the immortal, the immortal was very kind to her. He would buy her candied haws and tell her many things. So Fu Ping always thought that everyone was very good. Until just now, she was mentioned for no reason and was thrown away again.

"What? That girl has dual spiritual roots?"

Wang Wu was called to the cave by his uncle and found out that the girl Zhang San brought was a rare dual spiritual root. He immediately felt bad.

"I don't know what to say to you. Is it fun to argue over this? Now that he joins the sect, that child will definitely become an inner disciple. You should think about how to make him calm down."

Deacon Wang looked at Wang Wu, feeling very disappointed. His cousin had only one child, and they were the only two uncles and nephews in the Sword Sect. So he had spoiled him a little and given him a lot of convenience. But he didn't expect that he would cause trouble for himself.

"You'd better go find him as soon as possible and make amends and apologize."

Deacon Wang left after he finished speaking. He believed that his cousin would handle it. The sect was recruiting people and there were too many things to do. Even if the girl held a grudge, she would not be a threat to him for a while.

"How is it possible? How can he be so lucky? Dual spiritual roots!"

Deacon Wang believed that Zhang San should go back and apologize, but he ignored the heart of a person. It is easy to make a person lose his balance when he apologizes to someone he despises and often oppresses.

"So what if I have two spiritual roots? If I can't pass the entrance test, I'm still a mortal."

Wang Wu didn't know what he was thinking about, and his eyes became vicious.