Into the Pirated Cultivation Text

Ye Linran was not noticed by Xiao Yue until the end of the Baimen Fangdou. Even so, Xiao Yue did not really regard him as an apprentice, but was picked up by Xiao Yue after Ye Linran subdued Lihuo Qilin.

It's just that at that time Ye Linran had already cultivated to the third level of Haoran Zhenjue, and what Xiao Yue could teach him was only icing on the cake.

If Ye Linran can worship Xuan Ce at this moment...it must be a good thing for Ye Linran!

At least he won't be run over by fellow seniors who want to show their presence in front of Xiao Yue in Jingzhu Peak!

Rong Xin thought of a way out for Ye Linran in an instant, and he pulled Ye Linran's sleeve, motioning him to agree quickly.

Unexpectedly, Ye Linran edited instead, "Awesomely overjoyed to be favored by my uncle, it's just that the peak master has not yet returned to the sect. If I perform the ceremony of apprenticeship at this time, I am afraid that Misty Peak will end up with gossip."

Xuan Ce raised his hand to stop him from continuing, "You have a lot of eyes. I'm just asking you, do you want to?"

Ye Linran's expression gradually became firmer, "I must be willing."

Xuan Ce stood up, "Okay, let's go down, Rong'er stays."

When Feng Tingyun and Ye Linran left, Rong Xin didn't dare to make mistakes, and respectfully waited for Xuan Ce to speak, but after waiting for a long time, Xuan Ce did not speak, "Master?"

Xuan Ce stood with his hands behind his back, paced and sat on the step, "From now on, you will come to the Garden of True Knowledge every day, do you know?"

Chen time?

Rong Xin's forehead twitched, and he thought of the three years in high school where he woke up earlier than a chicken, went to bed later than a cat, and had to deal with the tutor his elder brother stuffed him with, living a life worse than a dog.

"Didn't you mean you want to form a golden elixir? Just relying on your sneaky cultivation, when will you be able to form it?" Xuan Ce's voice was majestic and thick, which did not match his temperament.

Rong Xin knew that the way to save himself was to improve his cultivation, otherwise he would definitely have to go through the plot in the book again.

I had no choice but to respond, "Okay."

Xuan Ce grabbed his hand, and Rong Xin's limbs were soon surrounded by a warm feeling. For some reason, this warmth was suddenly bounced back when it wanted to penetrate from the limbs to the dantian.

Xuan Ce opened his eyes and frowned, "How many levels have you practiced with the Phaseless Mind?"

"Second level." Linxianzong practiced the true method of Guling and the way of swordsmanship. The disciples who started to learn first learned the method of Wuxiangxin, and waited until the Jindan stage to start practicing swordsmanship.

At this time, the little junior sister has almost reached the second level of consummation.

There are nine levels of Wuxiang Xinfa, and the higher the level, the more difficult it is to practice. Today, only Xiao Yue has practiced to the eighth level. The combination of Xiao Yue's soul ice sword and Wuxiang Xinfa is well-known in Tianling Continent, and it is already at the level of a master. When you see it, you must respectfully call it an immortal.

Xuan Ce seemed to have thought about it for a long time, "The non-phase mental method is good for you to form alchemy, but this mental method is originally too strong, and it is somewhat incompatible with your innate spiritual root and double yang body. If you have completed the second level, don't practice it again. .”

Rong Xin didn't know anything about self-cultivation, so whatever the boss said, he said, "Okay."

Xuan Ce looked at him for a while, and suddenly thought of something, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Go, come over tomorrow."

Rong Xin felt that this master was really kind, not only had a good temper, but was also willing to teach him, and his favorability towards him was almost full, but when he left, he still took the spirit peach in the master's room.

When he finished eating the spirit peach and went back to his room, the third senior brother was waiting for him at the door.

Rong Xin walked over with a smile, and Mu Jing was a little puzzled seeing his smug look, "Junior Junior Sister, the corners of your mouth are almost grinning to your eyes."

Rong Xin touched his face, "Will you give it a try?"

Mu Jing did not continue to be poor with him, "Junior Sister, I heard that you will be summoned to the Garden of True Knowledge every day?"

Why does Rong Xin think his words are weird?

"The master said that it is difficult for me to form alchemy by myself, so he asked me to go to the Zhenzhi Garden and watch it under his nose."

Mu Jing patted him on the shoulder, "Junior sister, remember to talk to senior brother if you have any difficulties."

Rong Xin was puzzled, "I... have no difficulty?"

Rong Xin knew that although Xuan Ce seldom personally taught his apprentices, it was not that he had never taught before, and that he knew how to "teach students according to their aptitude". He doesn't like to explain things, and he doesn't like to talk too much, so he retreats in Misty Peak all day long.

Of course, the book does not describe how he taught his disciples, but thinking about Xuance's attitude towards his junior sister before, he was so close and intimate, even kneeling as a punishment, how could he abuse his favorite disciple? Well.

Mu Jing looked at him in a daze and didn't say anything.

Before leaving, he looked at his body again, "Junior Sister, why do I feel that you have grown up too fast recently? Is there any female cultivator taller than you in the entire Linxian Sect?"

Rong Xin wiped off the non-existent cold sweat, "Brother, are you afraid that I will be taller than you, and no female cultivators will pay attention to you when I stand next to you?"

After a pause, he added fuel to the fire, "With the senior and second senior brothers around, even if you are taller than them, no nuns will notice."

Mu Jing left angrily.

Soon, Rong Xin understood what Mu Jing said.

The next day he got up at Chenshi and went to Zhenzhi Garden, where he practiced for seven hours!

Not only that, Xuance found a rattan stick from nowhere, whenever he was distracted, he would hit his forearm, Rong Xin's forearm was green and red, full of scars.

"Master! Show mercy, it hurts!" Rong Xin screamed.

"Since you know it hurts, you can remember it for a long time, read a book for a while, and take a nap for a while. This is your practice? No wonder you are eighteen now, but you can't even form a golden core!"

Xuan Ce's face at this time is completely different from yesterday.

"Turn on the mental method I just taught you for two weeks. If you still have stagnation in your body before Haishi, don't sleep tonight."

Rong Xin's face was wrinkled.

He regrets it very much now.

If he had known it earlier, he would have taken the opportunity to pretend to be sick. This was even more painful than when he was in the college entrance examination. At least at that time, no one would slap him with the cane!

Now as long as he is absent-minded for a while, Xuan Ce's cane will stick to his forearm as if he has a head.

On the first day, practice for seven hours.

On the second day, practice for eight hours.

On the third day, practice for eight hours.

On the fourth day, he still practiced for eight hours.

On the fifth day,...

On the eighth day, Rong Xin finally couldn't take it anymore. When he returned to his residence, Xinxueyuan, he was too tired to move.

Due to his hard training recently, Rong Xin almost fell asleep in the Zhenzhi Pavilion for the third time, and when he was caught by Xuan Ce, he actually felt a sense of dread.

"Hand out."

Rong Xin wanted to cry, his left hand was already swollen badly, and his right hand had to be strained. If he was beaten, it would hurt even to turn a book, "Master, I dare not, can you stop hitting me?"

"How can you have a long memory if you don't hit me? If you don't have a long memory, you will do it again next time."

Xuan Ce's eyebrows and phoenix eyes are different from Feng Tingyun's. His eyebrows are slightly lighter, and his pupils are also lighter in color. Because the robe is white, it looks like an elegant painting drawn by Danqing. His eyebrows are black and his body is like a cloud. The smoke is like the snow on the peaks and mountains.

It's just too cold when you have a cold face.

"But Master, I'm still growing and I'm lethargic."

Xuan Ce raised his eyebrows, "Cultivators, since they have built their foundation, they should observe discipline. It is enough to go to bed at Haishi and wake up at Mao. Not only do you not discipline, but you also do not open up grains. You have committed greed."

Rong Xin defended in a low voice, "Bigu... why are there so many spiritual fruits and grasses in the back mountain? The mandarin fish from Wenhu Peak is plump, and the free-range chicken from Jingzhu Peak is firm. Eating these can be regarded as food supplements."

As soon as Xuan Ce raised his hand, the cane directly slapped Rong Xin's left hand, causing his eyebrows to twitch in pain, "I was wrong! I was wrong! Good master, I dare not talk back!"

Xuan Ce raised his eyebrows to look at him, Rong Xin's eyes were filled with pain, "Wrong, wrong, don't dare!"

Once turned down, Rong Xin didn't dare to babble any more, but stared at Xuan Ce helplessly, hoping that he would be merciful.

Xuan Ce sat on the step, and the rattan stick was placed on the table next to it. It looked like the rattan had eyes, bowed in a strange arc, and seemed to be laughing at him.

Rong Xin rubbed his eyes.

Bah, even a rattan stick started to bully him!

On the ninth day, Rong Xin went back to the house, lying on the bed and sighing.

It turned out that the immortal cultivators were so tired, no wonder their hair turned gray when they completed their cultivation.

Rong Xin scratched his hair, he didn't want to be bald with exhaustion.

"Little sister?" someone called him from outside the house.

Rong Xin went to open the door with a tired face, and saw that it was Ye Linran.

"Little sister, I haven't been able to find you in the peak recently. Brother Mu Jing said that you are practicing in the Garden of True Knowledge?" Ye Linran looked at him and was stunned.

"Junior Brother Ye, I'm about to die." Rong Xin's eyes were blue now, his complexion was pale, and his black hair spread all over his shoulders, just like a Piao who was swimming in the night.

"Little sister, why are you like this?" Ye Linran looked at him with concern.

Rong Xin pulled him into the room, "Hey, Master looks like a fairy, cold and indifferent, why is he so ruthless when he strikes? Look, my arm is probably about to rot! "

Ye Linran followed his movements and looked over. Sure enough, the scars on his forearm were very conspicuous. In addition, Rong Xin's original skin color was transparent, and the bruises looked very hideous.

Although there is no skin or flesh, but the thin rattan will definitely hurt if it hits it.

Ye Linran comforted him, "Little sister, practice is against the sky, so you must suffer a lot. It must be for your own good that the uncle treats you so harshly."

He must know that Xuan Ce is doing it for his own good!But he is really tired too!

How about a salted fish who has wandered around for 18 years suddenly asked him to practice rigorously, isn't this fatal?If the habit is really changed as soon as it is said, there will not be so many mediocre people in the world that day!

Hey, can't tell with these strong-willed people.

"Junior Brother Ye, what do you want from me?" Rong Xin took a sign at Wenhu Peak before going to Zhenzhi Garden, and only now can Ye Linran freely enter and exit Misty Peak.

"The spiritual fruits in the back mountain have been cleaned up completely. I left a few spiritual peaches for my senior sister. Do you want to eat them?" Ye Linran saw that he had been staring at the spiritual peaches for several times in Xuan Ce's courtyard last time. Thought he was hungry.

Rong Xin nodded. Last time he ate one, he found it very sweet, "Yes."

So the two went to the back mountain and sat down under a peach tree.

"By the way, Junior Brother Ye, you don't need to call me Little Senior Sister or Little Senior Sister from now on. Master and the others have promised you to come to Misty Peak. You will definitely become my Junior Brother in the future. Just call me by my name."

In fact, Rong Xin still has a little thought. People in the book call Rong Xin "Little Junior Sister". Now that he is here, and he is still a man, he will definitely change his identity in the future. He has been called by the senior sisters, He's actually quite awkward.

Ye Linran lowered his eyes halfway, "You are younger than me, if you really enter Misty Peak in the future, can I call you Rong'er in private like my uncle?"

Rong Xin frowned, this name is still sissy... But it's better than Junior Sister, "Whatever you want, I don't mind if you call me Brother Rong."

There was a smile in Ye Linran's eyes, and his eyes brushed his flat chest, "Rong'er is not a tough man, how can he call you brother?"

Rong Xin patted his chest, unconvinced, "Why isn't it hard? Have you ever seen a female nun who is harder than me?"

what happened?One or two, how come no one questioned this body before, but now they are all teasing him?Could it be that he doesn't pretend to be a girl enough?

Ye Linran couldn't stop smiling, and his eyes were bright, "Rong'er, be careful of chest pain."

Rong Xin flicked his orchid fingers, squeezed his throat and pushed him, "It's really annoying."

Ye Linran raised his hand to brush it, but accidentally touched his finger, and quickly retracted it, Rong Xin felt strange, and was about to look up at him, only to see Ye Linran's tender, delicate cheeks turned red.

Ah, is he... shy?

In Rong Xin's eyes, Ye Linran is a low-key and humble personality, bloody but not lacking in wisdom, emotional but not promiscuous. Because of ordinary background, conditions and qualifications are very ordinary, so his personality is somewhat introverted and inferior.

Moreover, he is still being bullied by his brothers from the same sect, and he has not fully grown up yet, so it is inevitable that he is a little awkward, Rong Xin didn't think much about it.

However, didn't Junior Sister always like Ye Linran?In this case, should she respond shyly to him?

Rong Xin rubbed his aching head, it is impossible to be shy.

Fortunately, Ye Linran was only silent for a short time, and soon he got up, walked around the peach forest twice, holding a few peaches in his arms, "Rong'er, this is the biggest and sweetest peach in the peach garden, all for you .”

Rong Xin laughed, "Brother, how do you know they are the biggest and sweetest?"

Rong Xin took a look at the peach grove, there are hundreds of peach trees here, and each tree bears peaches, at least hundreds of thousands of peaches, could it be that Ye Linran has tasted all of them?

Ye Linran's handsome face flushed slightly again, "Don't ask, it must be sweet."