Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

Hua Zhirong and Jia Siyuan directly stepped on the flying sword to a mountain peak in Guiyimen.

Wen Jingshu seemed to see a layer of ripples in the air just now, and they fluctuated for a while, but when he looked carefully, they disappeared.

"That's the Great Array of Protecting the Mountain." Hua Zhirong saw his doubts and said.

Wen Jingshu looked back again, and sure enough there seemed to be something covering Guiyimen.

There are nine peaks in the Guiyi Sect, and each mountain has a peak master who leads one side of the disciples. The Guiyi Sect is composed of these nine peaks.

The nine peaks do not have specific names, and are generally called from the beginning to the end according to the first peak, the second peak, the third peak, and the last nine peaks. Master Hua Zhirong once explained to him the reason for naming it this way, saying that it is to fit the Guiyi sect The name of the sect, but Hua Zhirong always felt that it was probably because the people who founded the sect were too lazy or uneducated.

Hua Zhirong is a disciple of Qifeng, Jia Siyuan is a disciple of Sanfeng, and both of them are direct disciples of the master of the peak. It is the content of flowers, not only that, Qifeng's ordinary inner disciples are also the fewest among Jiufeng.

Many people think that this is probably caused by the high requirements of the master of Qifeng, but Hua Zhirong still disagrees. This is probably because his master is too lazy. Sure enough, there are no descendants like the ancestors. .

Jia Siyuan threw Yang Ji to the front hall to submit the task, Hua Zhirong was too lazy to go, so he went back to Qifeng with Wen Jingshu.

Wen Jingshu finally understood why Qifeng was the least crowded, because there was no one down here. When passing by Wufeng, the busiest of the nine peaks, Wen Jingshu could hear them fighting each other from a long distance away. The sound and the applause of the audience, after arriving at Qifeng, it was really deserted.

Hua Zhirong seemed to be able to see through his mind, and stretched out to explain to him seriously: "We have five inner disciples."

Wen Jingshu: ...

After reaching the gate of the mansion, Wen Jingshu saw the first person who came to the mountain, an eleven or twelve-year-old child, and opened the door for him with sleepy eyes: "Brother, you are back."

"Yeah." Hua Zhirong is no stranger to it, probably laziness is contagious, and there is no one in Qifeng who is not lazy, from the peak master to the disciple, Hua Zhirong puffed out her chest to show that she is already very hardworking.

"Where's Master?" Hua Zhirong asked.

"I went to Erfeng to play chess with the master of Erfeng." The young disciple thought for a second before answering.

"Oh," Hua Zhirong nodded, "When he comes back, tell him that I'm back, and there's still one of my named disciples."

The little disciple continued to nod, and when Hua Zhirong left with Wen Jingshu, the little disciple was stunned, registered disciple?

Hua Zhirong, as the only direct disciple of Qifeng, the only disciple of Weiliu, naturally lives in a good place, not much worse than the mansion of the peak master just now.

Hua Zhirong has no boys under his command. After all, as a monk in the foundation period, he doesn't need to eat, sleep, or even take a bath occasionally. As a sword repairer, he doesn't need any external equipment except a sword. Auxiliary, having children is also a display.

But Wen Jingshu is different, he is still an ordinary person, still an ordinary person who needs to be taken care of, Hua Zhirong tries hard to recall everything that happened in the inn.

"Eat first?" Hua Zhirong came to the first conclusion.

Wen Jingshu cleaned the somewhat excessive room, thought about the distance from here to the foot of the mountain, and blinked to see Hua Zhirong.

"I'll ask someone to bring it up." The monk's way of asking someone to bring it up is naturally different from ordinary people. He only said to a small paper crane-like thing, and the thing flew away by itself.

Wen Jingshu saw it strangely, staring at the little paper crane, knowing that the little paper crane disappeared, Hua Zhirong coughed twice, Wen Jingshu turned his head to look at him, his eyes were shining, as if adoring him, Hua Zhirong could not He coughed twice more comfortably, and managed to suppress a little bit of pride that was almost overflowing on his face: "It's just a little trick, and it will naturally come to pass when you draw the breath into your body."

Wen Jingshu smiled when he heard this, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "My talent is so poor..."

"Who said you are bad?" Hua Zhirong immediately retorted without thinking, "Maybe Yang Ji made a mistake in the test in a hurry, you and I will take the test again."

Qifeng naturally has a spiritual tool for measuring spiritual roots, which is many times better than Yang Ji's most basic spiritual testing stone. When Wen Jingshu put his hand on the spiritual tool, the spiritual tool flashed unexpectedly Come out with colorful light.

Wen Jingshu was not surprised, Hua Zhirong still couldn't help but dim his eyes a little, just when Wen Jingshu was about to withdraw his hand, Hua Zhirong pressed his hand: "Wait a minute."

Wen Jingshu didn't know why, but he saw that the blue thread representing the water spirit root on the spiritual weapon gradually became lighter and turned into a nearly transparent ice blue, while the green thread representing the wood spirit root became darker and darker. , becoming more and more transparent.

"Mutated ice spirit root and pure wood spirit root." Hua Zhirong himself was also surprised, he was just unwilling, and this result was completely unexpected.

"Is this good?" Wen Jingshu looked at the spiritual weapon in confusion.

"Uh..." Hua Zhirong paused, "Very good."

If it appears on a person with a single or double spiritual root, such a mutated spiritual root and such a pure spiritual root are top-quality aptitudes, but it happens to appear on a person with mixed five spiritual roots. Talent, if you really achieve something in the future, you will definitely be several times stronger than people of the same level, but if you have average understanding, you will not achieve anything in your life.

Wen Jingshu heard that it wasn't really what Hua Zhirong said, but she didn't really mind.

He took a deep breath, using the new skills he learned in this world, he softened his voice: "I'm hungry."

Sure enough, Hua Zhirong's eyes were diverted immediately, and a small paper crane just flew over slowly, and stopped at his fingertips. He put down the spiritual weapon, and took Wen Jingshu out. Sure enough, a little disciple was already carrying a food box Standing outside the door, seeing Hua Zhirong respectfully called Master Uncle.

"Go back, thank you for your hard work." Hua Zhirong took the food box and said to the little disciple.

The little disciple had a long face and a serious face: "This is what a nephew should do."

The little disciple said, bowed, turned and left, Hua Zhirong weighed the food box, it was very heavy, it was indeed made for two according to his request, so that Jing Shu would not be hungry , Hua Zhirong gave herself a thumbs up in her heart.