Each disciple is not simple

Chapter 3 Lend Me Your Sword

She remembered! It was the damned soul in the storage ring that persuaded her to do this!

The soul guided her and told her that it was very difficult to dredge the damaged meridians, so it would be better to break them and then stand up again. Blinded by hatred, she naturally believed it and foolishly did it!

The Duanxu Pill can not only regenerate severed limbs, but also clear the meridians! Why did she go so far and suffer?

Thinking of this, Jun Moyao became more certain that she must get rid of the soul in the storage ring as soon as possible in this life.

Seeing his disciple's face suddenly darken, Mingjia thought he had said something wrong. "I know you're anxious, but don't be anxious yet. You should understand the principle that haste makes waste, right?"

Jun Moyao said nothing and lowered his head to eat.

Mingjia suddenly felt a little melancholy.

This disciple is so hard to lead! I really am not cut out to be a master.

The disciple can now only barely use spiritual energy to protect his body, but Mingjia is not a person who is out of touch with the world.

Jun Moyao looked at Mingjia who was taking her to the night market at the foot of the mountain to buy daily necessities, and her eyes flickered slightly.

In her past and present lives, it seemed that no one had taken care of her like Mingjia Zhenjun. It was a pity that she could not be her good disciple.

Mingjia bargained with the vendor skillfully. The poor sword cultivator had long been accustomed to the hardship of life, so he would save money if he could break a spirit stone into petals.

Mingjia at the foot of the mountain seemed more real and relaxed, no different from those mortals without spiritual energy.

Jun Moyao thought that if he was still the favored child he once was, he might sincerely become Mingjia's disciple.

After they finished shopping, Mingjia patted his head. As a master, he must give his disciple a storage bag!

Although I am not wealthy, I will not let my children suffer no matter how hard the life is.

After counting the spirit stones in the storage bag, Mingjia took Jun Moyao to Jubao Tower with a painful look on his face.

"Disciple, it's best to choose Jubaolou when buying things in the future. It is the property of Zhaixingmen among the three sects in the cultivation world. At least there is a guarantee." Mingjia seemed to remember something and his face darkened. "It's best not to trust other cultivators easily. It's easy to be deceived!"

There are three sects, three schools and six major sects in the world of cultivation. The three sects are: Taishang Sect, Haoyi Sect and Wuxiang Sect. The three schools are: Buddhism Sect, Hehuan Sect and Zhaixing Sect.

Jun Moyao, who was once the eldest daughter of the Jun family, a family of cultivators, naturally knew this common sense.

Mingjia was really poor. She picked a storage bag that was within her means and asked Jun Moyao to buy it, so she started bargaining.

When the guys at Jubaolou saw the sword Mingjia was carrying, they knew they had met an opponent today.

As we all know, what is equal to the strength of sword cultivators is their poverty and big mouth.

This is actually a normal transaction, but there are always people who like to show off their presence.

"Tsk~ If you can't afford it, don't waste your time here!"

When everyone looked over, they saw a male cultivator with a stern face but dressed in jewels and precious stones looking at Mingjia with contempt.

"Jun Moyao, after leaving the Jun family, you have fallen to this point? Tsk, how about I give you a chance? Kneel down and beg me to be my foot-licking maid, and I can reward you with a storage bag."

When everyone heard Jun Moyao's name, they suddenly remembered that the pride of the Jun family had his spiritual roots damaged and was expelled from the family.

Originally they all thought it was a rumor, but they didn't expect to see the person involved.

Moreover, seeing that Jun Moyao's cultivation level was not even at the Qi Refining Stage, he knew that this was not groundless.

Jun Moyao stared at the person who came, the murderous intent in his eyes no longer hidden.

When she was still the eldest daughter of the Jun family, Wang Hu had always been by her side, pursuing her diligently. However, she had a fiancé and was very indifferent to matters of love, so she rejected him again and again.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she got into trouble, Wang Hu couldn't wait to add insult to injury.

"What? You still want to attack me? Are you rebelling?" Wang Hu looked fierce but was actually weak. Two Yuanying-stage cultivators stood beside him in a protective posture. "Don't refuse my toast and drink a forfeit! I'm giving you face by letting you lick my feet!"

His eyes were full of pleasure.

Wang Hu is a time traveler who traveled through time and space, and originally had very poor talent for cultivation. After all, a child's body is an adult's soul, and he thought that since he didn't have enough talent, he might as well hug his thighs.

He had read many novels in which the hero could gain power over women as long as he took a beautiful girl into his room.

So, he set his sights on Jun Moyao.

He originally wanted to become the strongest son-in-law by pestering her or giving her drugs to make it a done deal. But Jun Moyao was like a stone in the toilet, smelly and hard, causing him to lose face many times. How could he not bear a grudge?

Look, he just captured the daughter of a sect elder, and now he has two bodyguards in the late Nascent Soul stage around him, which makes him very proud.

As for Mingjia who was with Jun Moyao, the bodyguard said that he was just a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage and there was no need to be afraid of him.

How could Jun Moyao remain unmoved after being humiliated to this extent?

She took a deep breath and looked at Mingjia, "Master, can you lend me your sword?"

Without even a weapon, Wang Hu looked at Jun Moyao with even more contempt.

Mingjia looked at Wang Hu with interest, as if she was thinking about something. After hearing Jun Moyao's words, she shook her head and smiled.

"You can't kill a chicken with a bull's knife."

Mingjia looked directly at the clerk of Jubaolou, his eyes full of lazy interest, "This thing disturbed my interest in shopping, don't you do anything about it?"

The clerk at Jubaolou twitched his mouth, but did not refute Mingjia. Instead, he winked at someone.

In an instant, pressure poured down on Wang Hu and the other two.

This... this is the pressure from the Spirit Severing Stage!

Wang Hu and the other two had faces as pale as gold paper.

"Three of you, we in Jubao Tower strictly forbid provoking trouble. Please come in!"

The waiter still greeted him with a smile, but his intention to see him off was already very obvious.

Wang Hu looked unwilling and was about to say something when two monks beside him pulled him away from the Jubao Tower.

Jun Moyao looked at Wang Hu's figure, the coldness in her eyes never dissipated. In fact, she was a little annoyed with Ming Jia's soft temper.

In her eyes, a sword cultivator is a sharp blade that can break the sky, speak quickly, and take revenge with pleasure. Although Mingjia's choice is wise, it is still a bit weak.

Sure enough, she still needs to go out and gain experience. She is a sword that has been unsheathed and cannot be used as an exquisite blade on a high platform.

"Here, this is for you." Mingjia patted Jun Moyao's furry head and handed the storage bag that he had bargained for to Jun Moyao.

Jun Moyao sighed softly and thanked him in a low voice.

Mingjia smiled and pinched Jun Moyao's delicate little face, "My dear disciple, it's not good to look sad."

Jun Moyao nodded softly.

"Alright, alright, I'll ask the sect master to give you a sword tomorrow, okay?" Mingjia said calmly, "Learn from me, don't be a grudge holder."

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