Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

Before Xuantianzong had time to show his strength, he was slapped by Hua Zhirong's face. The alchemy meeting was held as scheduled the next day, but Yan Zizhen, the protagonist of this grand ceremony, kept his face cold all the time, and could only wait for others to come up to congratulate him Finally, he managed to force a smile. Originally, he said he wanted to go out to see the younger generation, but he didn't come in the end.

The entire meeting was held in a deserted manner, not like a happy event, but rather a trivial matter. People from other sects were afraid of running into Xuantianzong's misfortune, so they shrunk their heads to minimize their sense of existence and prayed for this celebration Let's end it now.

Only those from the Guiyi Sect didn't realize it, they laughed when they should, but the Xuantian Sect couldn't say anything, could it be that they still had to accuse them of laughing too happily at this supposedly festive meeting?

Originally, there was a competition for young disciples in the conference. The people from Xuantianzong wanted to show everyone how powerful Yan Zi really is. As a result, Yan Zizhen, who was already at the early stage of Jindan yesterday, was completely beaten by Hua Zhirong, who was not able to complete his foundation. With the power to fight back, there is no mood for a competition. If you don't leave your demons behind, you will be lucky, so you just find an excuse to push this competition away.

Those who returned to Yimen came back one day earlier, Hua Zhirong touched his face, and when he returned, he had to meditate again.

This time, three people from Qifeng came along with them, and two of them were still doing task exercises outside. Hua Zhirong looked at the three in front of him, and then at Wen Jingshu who was standing on the sidelines. For the first time, he understood The profound meaning of the word eyesore.

"That's the end of today." Hua Zhirong put away the sword in his hand and said.

The three disciples nodded but did not move. Hua Zhirong looked at them a few times but still did not move.

"Hey, aren't you leaving?" Hua Zhirong tried not to sound so disgusting in her tone.

"We still have to practice..." A disciple replied honestly, but was pulled by someone next to him: "Brother, let's go first." The disciple who spoke first widened his eyes, as if he didn't understand why he had to leave Yes, the other one saw it, and one of them held it aside, and carried away the elm head.

"Yeah." Hua Zhirong nodded, flicked his sleeves, and made a full gesture.

"How much did you understand today?" Hua Zhirong walked up to Wen Jingshu in fluttering white clothes.

Wen Jingshu raised his hand, pinching the fair and tender face of this pretentious little fairy teacher, Hua Zhirong subconsciously glanced around, um, no one was there.

"It's rubbed to ashes." Wen Jingshu continued to use this bad reason that has been said countless times to fool Hua Zhirong, and then squeezed it again, and when he was about to withdraw his hand, he touched it twice symbolically, which was regarded as wiping.

Hua Zhirong blinked, touched his face again, a little worried: "It's not obvious, is it?" He was demonstrating in front of a group of disciples just now, if he really put on a dirty face, he would be ashamed and ashamed.

"It's not obvious," Wen Jingshu said with a smile, "You have to be as close as I am to see a shallow trace."

"That's good." Hua Zhirong heaved a sigh of relief, and a lot of pink bubbles popped up in his heart. His family, Jing Shu, was really cute and gentle, just so caring.

"Cough, today..." Hua Zhirong was distracted from the topic, and Hua Zhiwan finally remembered the business.

Because Wen Jingshu had no foundation, he usually stayed in Hua Zhirong's room to learn basic mental skills and "watch" basic sword skills. Hua Zhirong gave a small wooden sword, and he just looked at it for a while and made two gestures in the yard. Next, Wen Jingshu didn't have a hard time learning the basics, but for the "strategy", he still had to pretend he didn't understand and ask Hua Zhirong.

Recently, he went to the third level of Qi training, and he is in the Guiyi school. When he reaches the third level of Qi training, he should follow suit. The treatment of the outer disciples is not good. Feng's rules, in Qifeng, if it is an ordinary inner sect disciple, it is enough to point out such a trivial matter, but when it comes to Wen Jingshu, he will naturally go to battle in person.

Today, when he was going to practice with the inner disciples as usual, he brought Wen Jingshu over by the way. All three of them were in the early stage of the foundation establishment period, and the one who started the latest had already practiced for eight years. Jing Shu, who has only practiced for a few months, naturally sees everything in the cloud.

So when Hua Zhirong asked this question, he just shook his head honestly.

"That's right." Hua Zhirong looked cheerful, Wen Jingshu glanced at him silently, Hua Zhirong quickly put away his expression, and coughed: "Jing Shu has only studied for more than three months now. It’s all above the basics, and it’s normal not to understand.”

"It's rubbed to ashes again." Wen Jingshu pinched the other side of the face expressionlessly, always pulling the left side, what should I do if the stretching becomes too asymmetrical, I can't care about one and lose the other, I should pinch both sides.

"Did you catch it again?" Hua Zhirong had a rare IQ online once, and looked at Wen Jingshu suspiciously. Wen Jingshu withdrew his hand and spread it out. He made his IQ invisible and touched his right cheek, why he always loses face in front of Jing Shu, so he must always pay attention to his appearance in the future.

Wen Jingshu took a look at the light-colored mark by himself, it was just scratched by himself, thanks to Huazhi's simple and easy-to-deceive.

"Jing Shu, show me a few basic moves of swordsmanship." Hua Zhirong, who was turned off by Wen Jingshu again, is also trying to get the topic right today. He has done enough with his hands behind his back." "Master", Wen Jingshu picked up the small wooden sword that was too small for him, straightened his face, and began to pose.

Hua Zhirong maintained the expression on his face, and his heart was completely in a nympho state. This small wooden sword was given to him by Xie Yuntian when he was a child. He has always treasured it, and now he took it out for Wen Jingshu. It was as expected as he imagined. The same, very cute and cute.

Wen Jingshu made a good pose but was not judged by Hua Zhirong, he raised his head suspiciously, Hua Zhirong came back to his senses, the old god nodded his head: "It's okay, but the waist here...needs to be bent more. "Hua Zhirong looked serious and earnest with a long face. He stroked Wen Jingshu's waist solemnly, then moved down and patted his buttocks.

Wen Jingshu silently followed Hua Zhirong's movements and changed his posture. Hua Zhirong touched enough, and said with a lot of meaning: "That's right, the next move."

After Wen Jingshu finished all the basic moves, he felt that someone touched his whole body except his feet. At the end, Hua Zhirong was still correcting his back. Wen Jingshu's feet slipped, and his center of gravity was unstable. , directly threw herself into Hua Zhirong's arms, Hua Zhirong froze all over, and dared not move the hand that was resting on Wen Jingshu's back.

"Tired." Wen Jingshu wrapped his arms around Hua Zhirong's waist, his tone aggrieved, his lips brushed Hua Zhirong's neck twice, Hua Zhirong didn't dare to move anymore, and finally tried hesitantly He hugged Wen Jingshu sexually.

He was so happy just now, but now he is shy again. Wen Jingshu continued to lie in Hua Zhirong's arms. When he raised his head, the tip of his nose was just touching Hua Zhirong's chin, and all the breath he exhaled was sprinkled on Hua Zhirong's arms. On his Adam's apple, Hua Zhirong swallowed: "Then let's call it a day."

"Yeah." Wen Jingshu stood up slowly, Hua Zhirong let out a sigh of relief and wanted to sigh at the same time, all the tangled looks fell into Wen Jingshu's eyes, I really don't know what he meant Does he have zealous heart or gall? He still has zeal and courage.