The plot of Cultivation of Immortals is unreliable

"Master." Zhao Yunkai didn't dare to look at the master, so he could only yell and keep his head down.

Qing Yuan looked at his disciple and asked, "Do you think I've neglected you as a disciple?" Seeing that Zhao Yunkai was about to answer, he waved his hand and said, "Don't rush to answer, think about it carefully."

Zhao Yun was in a state of confusion and didn't know how to answer this question.

After a long time, Zhao Yunkai settled down, "Yes, master, this disciple thinks that master is too partial to junior, I..."

"Speak out when you are dissatisfied."

"No, the disciple is never dissatisfied with the master." Zhao Yunkai quickly knelt down, looking uneasy, no matter what happened, it was a crime for the disciple to be dissatisfied with the master.

Qing Yuan helped himself up as a disciple, and said, "Well, I know, you are the next master I have taught, and I have devoted all my thoughts to you, so I naturally understand you and know that you are not dissatisfied, but you But I still have some complaints in my heart, after all, the treatment of you and your junior brother is too different."

Zhao Yunkai didn't refute, because he felt uncomfortable about this, and he knew it very well.

"You just need to know that you and I are the master and apprentice. For Lin'an, it's me..., which is different from you. If I don't protect his character before, it's hard to say what will happen now." Qing Yuan sighed in relief, he didn't know what he remembered, he was immersed in thinking, and stopped talking.

Zhao Yunkai didn't bother him when he saw it, but he didn't bother him so much in his heart. The master didn't need to explain to himself, but he said so much, even if he didn't say any more words of encouragement, Zhao Yunkai was still happy.In fact, I knew in my heart that I was the next master after experience, not a Jiaohua who needed the master to protect me. If I really treated myself like a junior, I would not be able to adapt.

Zhu Min, who didn't know that he was "metaphorized" as a delicate flower, sneezed on the way back, rubbed his poor nose, and wondered, did he have a cold? ? ?No way, not all the novels say that those who cultivate the truth will not get sick. In view of the strange thing that 'eating will damage the cultivation level', Zhu Huan thinks that he should go back and read the jade slips related to this aspect. up.

Finally, after Qing Yuan finished recalling, he belatedly realized that his apprentice was still standing aside, and drove him away under the pretext of dealing with the matter.

Standing alone in the same place, these things that may be harmful to him have been dealt with, there should be nothing that would make him uncomfortable, and he was given a monster to escape to ensure that his life would not be threatened.In this way, Lin'an's situation will be better.

After Zhu Huan discovered that cultivators would not get sick, he stayed on the Junzi Peak for another month, practiced his sword secretly every day, and finally got a call from his master—to take away the monster storage bag.

After getting the news, Zhu Huan rushed to the main peak almost immediately. Zhu Huan waited for five days after leaving that day, and often went to see Fei Qing, who was said to have enlightened IQ, and swiped his favorability. Sharp weapon, but Zhu Huan also felt that the days passed really slowly. The agreed few days, this month has passed, is the method of counting time different? ?

When Zhu Huan arrived, he found that he was alone here, and it was not easy to sit there, so he had to find a place to stand and wait.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Qing Yuan said when he saw the young man standing there.

"Soon, the disciples just arrived." Zhu Huan said quickly, with some sharp eyesight.

"Take it back and have a try." Qing Yuan handed over the demon storage bag in his hand.

Zhu Huan stretched out his hand to pick it up, at this time Qingyuan said: "If you have nothing to do, go back, try to see if it works, if you have any questions, you can directly ask me."

Zhu Ming resigned.

Walking outside, Zhu Huan couldn't wait to take it out to have a look. The appearance of the monster storage bag was not the same as before. The difference was huge. In other words, it was like the equipment for playing games. The difference is the same, the original monster storage bag, the appearance is only a little beautiful and delicate, but now it is shining, and the circle of precious light around it is clearly visible under the sun, and the color has also turned red. , Zhu Huan will definitely think that this is not the same monster storage bag.

After groping along the way, Zhu Huan has a thorough understanding of the monster storage bag, that is, after being refined by high-level practitioners, a unique space is refined, and then connected with his own sea of ​​consciousness, which is convenient for him to govern.

Squeeze out a drop of blood, hand it to the monster storage bag, sit down and slowly refine it, and only when he successfully felt the slight connection between himself and the monster storage bag, Zhu Huan stood up and looked out the window, unexpectedly, it was already dark outside. He also didn't go to the back mountain to see Feiqing. Fortunately, the monster can go without food for ten days and half a month, otherwise Feiqing would definitely bite his clothes with his mouth to prevent him from leaving.

After living here for such a long time, Zhu Huan also thought about why these people are not old at all after living for such a long time?I can use it for a year or two in casual retreat, not to mention these indigenous people, and these people usually don't need a fast pace of life. How can life be leisurely?Zhu Huan has seen it with his own eyes. The disciples of the Golden Sword Hall go to the morning exercise every ten days, but it is true that no one is late. The so-called morning exercise is a group of people practicing sword together. At that time, Zhu Huan was puzzled Oh, isn't he from Jiantian Peak?Why did I have nothing to do, and why did my junior brother Linfeng come here to participate in morning exercises?

Silently went back to ask the disciple to ask, the disciple said in surprise: Brother, you are sick, so you forgot, Senior brother Linfeng is from Jinjiantang, senior brother is from Jiantianfeng, because there is not enough space, and there are few people in Jiantianfeng, so Jinjiantang is early They moved together with Jian Tianfeng, and now there is only one announcement of the merger. The senior brother naturally does not need to participate, as long as he looks at the other disciples, the same is true for the senior brother of Jinjiantang.

It was only then that Zhu Huan realized that he had heard of the Golden Sword Hall. If Jian Tianfeng was a pure sword cultivator, then the Golden Sword Hall was for refining weapons and practicing swords. After all, there are many people who like to practice swords. After the disciples passed the test, they joined the Golden Sword Hall. To be honest, it was a miscellaneous learning class. Zhu Huan was not worried about his status after the merger. There is no need to worry about the challenge of the disciples. As for those who entered the stage earlier than myself, the tallest ones do not have Nascent Soul. They are all busy improving their own strength and have no time to make trouble for themselves. Sword cultivator, he has no interest in sword practice at all. The current moves are all based on the instinctive reaction of the body. For his current situation, the best way to deal with it is to learn other things. Sword practice can only be regarded as Side business, so after the merger, the big brother, whoever wants to do it, he is not at all uncommon.

Digging away from the topic... Zhu Huan brought back his broken thoughts. It was easy to figure out this matter, but it was troublesome to do it. Looking at the bamboo forest illuminated by the moonlight outside, the bamboo forest seemed even more quiet under the bright moonlight. Zhu Huan walked to the pavilion in the yard. He sat in the pavilion by himself and looked around. Zhu Huan couldn't help sighing. Drowsy, so I habitually want to drink tea with a tea set, and give the hand with the storage bag a meal. In this case, drinking seems to be more in line with the atmosphere. Take out the wine and fill it up for yourself. If you are still in your own home, There won't be so many things, at least I have a friend to help me render.

Looking at the crooked moon in the sky, countless poems about missing my hometown with the bright moon flashed in my mind, but unfortunately I didn't use any of them. I didn't miss those relatives or my hometown.Zhu Huan propped his chin with one hand and held the wine glass in the other, thinking with a little drunkenness.If it wasn't for the male protagonist who would appear here in the future and disrupt the entire comprehension world, and he is a big brother in a sect, and there is a master who can't forget himself, maybe after he first learned about this place, Zhu Huan would think Find a way to leave this place, find a place where no one will bother you, and live there peacefully until your old age. Thinking of this, Zhu Huan laughed out loud, forgetting that after cultivating immortals here, life span will increase , if I lived in the life of a mortal, there might be some places where I would be treated as a monster, I shook my head thinking about it, and rejected this idea, but if I don't find a quiet place, where else can I go?It seems that I... have nowhere to go, which is really bad!

"Who's there?" The servant disciple slowly approached the suspicious figure in the pavilion.

Zhu Huan was awoken by the sudden sound, and realized that he had drunk too much unintentionally. He rubbed his dizzy head, and figured out that his laughter just now disturbed his disciples, so he said: " I, it's okay, you go down."

"Yes." The disciple saluted and left in a hurry.

Zhu Huan sealed up the unfinished wine and put it in a storage bag, then swayed back to sleep.

When he woke up the next day, Zhu Huan wished he could hit his aching head against the wall. He didn't care about tidying himself up, so he sat cross-legged on the bed to run his spiritual energy. After running a few times, his headache relieved a lot. Thinking about last night, I didn't expect the stamina of the flower brew to be so strong last night. When I first drank a few sips, I only felt that the taste was mellow and sweet with the sweetness of spiritual fruit. Drunk.Zhu Huan was a little surprised that he would feel melancholy, he thought that after so many years, he would no longer expect anything, and would no longer cause fluctuations because of these things.