Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

When Wen Jingshu watched Hua Zhirong take out the food bit by bit from the food box, he always felt a dull pain in his stomach.

But Hua Zhirong's expression of begging for praise made him unable to say anything to refuse, so he could only continue to play cute and blink: "Thank you Rong."

"It's just a meal." Hua Zhirong pushed the meal that seemed to be enough for three people to Wen Jingshu, and Wen Jingshu repeated his old trick, holding Hua Zhirong, and acted like a baby: "Zhirong eat with me. "

"Then, that's fine." Hua Zhirong reluctantly sat down, and Wen Jingshu raised his chopsticks and began to feed Hua Zhirong.

To put it another way, registered disciples are inner disciples with insufficient talent, but some registered disciples with outstanding understanding or extraordinary luck will be officially accepted by the peak master or his own "nominal master" because their growth rate is not inferior to that of real inner disciples. for disciples.

But more people still achieve nothing until their gray hair is gray.

Wen Jingshu didn't have much hope for himself. He estimated that he would be like most people, turning into a pile of dust when he was only a hundred years old.

Therefore, he should hurry up to capture Hua Zhirong, complete the task and leave.

Wen Jingshu frowned and looked at the most basic weapon refining formula that Hua Zhirong handed him. This is an introductory textbook for cultivating immortals, and it teaches people to draw qi into the body. He didn't take it seriously, just treating it like a story Hastily took a few glances.

"Shu Shu, Shu Shu." The little ball of light, who hadn't made a sound for a long time, spoke weakly.

Wen Jingshu's heart skipped a beat, he now understood that it was best for Huahua not to open her mouth, because once she opened her mouth, bad things would definitely happen.

"What's wrong?" Wen Jingshu touched the little ball of light.

"Shu Shu, the lifespan of monks here is very long." The little ball of light trembled after being touched, and the voice softened a bit.

"So?" Wen Jingshu's bad premonition became more and more serious, and the little light ball continued to say: "With the talent of a flower, he will definitely ascend, and he will stay in the lower realm for at least thousands of years."

"Can't I just attack him in a year?" Wen Jingshu didn't understand.

"Cultivators often have to go out to practice or retreat. It is common for hundreds of years of retreat." Huahua continued to rub, meaning that it is impossible to stick together all the time like in the previous life, and it is possible casually Haven't seen each other for hundreds of years.

Wen Jingshu twitched his lips when he thought that he might stay here for hundreds of years, "If that's the case, I don't know how many times I have died."

"So Shu Shu, you need to cultivate hard," Hua Hua twisted, "This way you will have enough time to capture Hua Zhi Rong."

Wen Jingshu looked at the "Practicing Qi Jue" in his hand and rubbed his forehead. In the last world, he succeeded in the strategy without knowing it. This time, he doesn't know if he will have such luck.

And what made him unable to do anything was that this time it was the same as last time, Hua Zhirong clearly liked him very much from the first time he opened his eyes. Add this amount of water to the container.

"Well, I got it." Wen Jingshu picked up this "Practicing Qi Jue", which was like a heavenly scripture to him, again.

Wen Jingshu meditated in his room for a whole day, but he still couldn't catch the so-called "Qi".

"Don't be discouraged, it will take three days for those with good talents to draw their energy into their bodies." Huahua saw Wen Jingshu opened his eyes, and comforted him.

Wen Jingshu nodded, but he was not shocked. Perhaps he should ask Hua Zhirong, maybe he could get some inspiration.

He lived in a side room that Hua Zhirong arranged for him, and when he walked to the hall, he saw someone sitting next to Hua Zhirong.

"Jing Shu." Seeing Wen Jingshu, Hua Zhirong's tone rose several points.

Wen Jingshu smiled at him, as if trying his best to restrain himself, so as not to run and rush to his side.

"This is my master." Seeing Wen Jingshu's curious gaze, Hua Zhirong introduced him.

Wen Jingshu saw Hua Zhirong's master for the first time. Unlike the gray-haired old man he imagined, Hua Zhirong's master Xie Tianyun looked not only in his early thirties, but also a little too young, and he was handsome. It doesn't look like a monk with a fairy air, but a bit like a cultured ruffian. Wen Jingshu remembered what Huahua said about the long life of a monk. It seems that cultivating immortals can last forever in youth.

"Peak Master." Wen Jingshu bowed respectfully and called out in a somewhat restrained manner.

"Well," Xie Tianyun nodded, and suddenly beckoned to him, "Come here."

Wen Jingshu subconsciously glanced at Hua Zhirong, and saw Hua Zhirong glanced at his master and stared at his master, then nodded to him.

When Wen Jingshu walked in front of Xie Tianyun, Xie Tianyun suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed him, Hua Zhirong immediately stood up, snatched Wen Jingshu's hand back angrily, and protected him behind him, staring at him. His master: "Don't touch your hands."

Xie Tianyun probably didn't expect Hua Zhirong's reaction to be so strong, he glanced at him speechlessly: "I don't think you know how many times you have touched your hands."

Hua Zhirong blushed all of a sudden, and hummed twice: "I want you to take care of it."

Wen Jingshu was only half a head shorter than Hua Zhirong, now he poked his head out with an innocent face, after thinking for a while, he touched Hua Zhirong's back to express his favor, Hua Zhirong Zhirong turned half of his face, Wen Jingshu smiled at him comfortingly, and the blush that had just disappeared a little bit on Hua Zhirong's face immediately came back.

His family Jing Shu is really, really cute.

Xie Tianyun looked at this hopeless apprentice and shook his head, looked at Wen Jingshu and said, "Please report your birth date."

Hua Zhirong looked at Xie Tianyun suspiciously, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, and then he didn't know what to think of, and his whole body froze.

Generally speaking, people's birth dates are only asked when fortune-telling or marriage proposals are made. As a teacher for one day, a father for life, although Hua Zhirong always deliberately opposes Xie Tianyun, he has to admit that Xie Tianyun is in his The status here is no lower than that of his father, even higher.

If his master wanted to find him a marriage and a Taoist partner, that would be the most reasonable thing.

"Don't think about those messy things." When Xie Tianyun saw his apprentice, he knew that he was thinking about something again.

"Who, who thought about those messy things!" Hua Zhirong retorted him stammeringly.

"Tsk," Xie Tianyun continued to look at Wen Jingshu, ignoring his stupid apprentice, "Do you know your birth date?"

Wen Jingshu knew that his so-called extreme yin constitution would be discovered sooner or later, but he did not expect that so early, Yang Ji heard about his parents talking about his marriage by chance, but what about Xie Tianyu, could it be that he looks so good? Compare...mother?

Wen Jingshu silently removed the strange thoughts in his mind, and honestly answered his birth date.

Xie Tianyun showed an unpredictable smile: "As expected."

"What, what?" Hua Zhirong didn't hear the question for a while, and looked at his master stupidly. After seeing his master's naked mocking eyes, he thought about it carefully, and his face suddenly changed.