Do the best of Qingge

In the inner courtyard, in a simple and solemn hall, one old and one young are playing chess.

The person holding the sunspot was a hale and hearty old man with white hair. Although he was only wearing an ordinary coarse sackcloth, whether it was the sense of oppression faintly emanating from his body or the majestic and upright aura, it revealed that he was Not an ordinary old man.

Opposite the old man was a young woman in a moon-white dress.

On the palm-sized jade cheeks, there is an indifference that does not match her age, red lips without spots, green eyebrows without draw, that ethereal and clear breath, holy like a lotus.

The young woman with an alluring appearance is unexpectedly Lu Hanxi, and the person who is playing chess with her is the Xuanyang Sect master, her grandfather, Lu Yan!

Even though he and his granddaughter were the only two in the hall, Lu Yan's back was as straight as a javelin, and his serious and quiet appearance was not angry.

Only when looking at his beloved little granddaughter, Lu Yan's eyes will involuntarily soften.

But at this moment, there was a touch of doubt in that loving eyes.

"Xi'er, is it too tiring to follow Grandpa to deal with the clan affairs while practicing?"

Hearing Grandpa's question, Lu Hanxi lifted her beautiful eyes slightly, moved away from the chessboard, looked at the kind-hearted old man on the opposite side, and said softly, "Why would Grandpa ask such a question?"

"Hehe, even though grandpa is getting old, your eyes haven't degenerated too much. After returning to the sect from the Climbing to the Sky Conference, your cultivation level has increased significantly, but your concentration is not as good as before. Grandpa may be wrong. ?”

Listening to Lu Yan's words, Lu Hanxi's heart beat slightly faster, but he still said calmly on his face: "Well, the seal of Zixu Ice Soul is a bit troublesome, and Grandpa is worried."

Lu Yan chuckled, and said softly: "Don't worry, after Xi'er enters the realm of Dharma, the three seals of Zixu Ice Soul will be unbroken."

Lu Hanxi lightly claimed yes, but there was a trace of panic in his heart.

It was the first time in his life that he lied to his grandfather face to face like this.

But this is something that can't be helped. I can't tell my grandfather that I lack concentration because I miss my sweetheart.

Thinking of this, Lu Hanxi couldn't help but recall the scene in Chu Ling's room that day.

If it weren't for being interrupted by the sudden voice outside the house, Lu Hanxi would have been a little ashamed to think about it.

At that time, Chu Linge's aggressive deep kiss made him unable to resist at all. Just thinking about that strange and strange feeling would make Lu Hanxi's body weak.

When Lu Hanxi was thinking about Chu Linge, the latter was also thinking about her.

"Hanxi, don't worry, I will work hard to cultivate, whether it is the elders of the inner court or your grandfather, I will not let them become our hindrance!"

Thinking silently in his heart, his figure accelerated in vain, and after a while, Chu Linge came to the edge of the cliff.

A little while before the appointed time, Chu Linge sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, closed his eyes, and began to seriously ponder what the young woman said yesterday.

With all her attention, Chu Linge didn't notice that a figure of Pingting in a long blue dress had slowly landed in front of her.

After a while, Chu Linge's eyes opened in vain, and there was a trace of excitement on his handsome cheeks.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he met a pair of chilling eyes. Chu Linge hurriedly stood up and said to the visitor, "Senior sister, you are here!"

The young woman didn't answer, and with a flick of her sleeve, the wind attribute spiritual power suddenly rolled out, wrapped around Chu Linge's body, and led her straight towards the dark abyss.

Chu Linge was a little nervous. She originally thought that she would still go to the gang wind group in mid-air to practice, but unexpectedly, the other party brought her into the abyss.

The light gradually dimmed, and Chu Linge couldn't even see the surrounding scenery clearly. As the dive deepened, the intensity of the wind began to multiply.

Even with the opponent's spiritual protection, Chu Linge still felt that the tide-like wind pressure made him a little out of breath.

After slowly submerging for a stick of incense, the young woman stopped, let go of Chu Linge, and said flatly, "You are cultivating here."

Chu Linge quickly said yes, and when she saw that the other party was about to leave, she hurriedly said, "Senior Sister! How should I cultivate? Or, what kind of result do I want to achieve?"

The young woman paused slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said: "No matter what method you use, you can stay here for half an hour before you can leave."

After all, without waiting for Chu Linge to reply, his figure flew straight up, and disappeared into the dim place in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the spiritual power protection was withdrawn, the wind pressure swept towards Chu Linge overwhelmingly, causing the latter to quickly take out the Big Sun Demon Slayer Fan, while avoiding the attack of the strong wind, while resisting the oppressive pressure.

Half an hour later, when the young woman reappeared in the dark abyss area, Chu Linge was at the end of her strength.

A black robe has been cut to pieces by the strong wind, and the ponytail that was originally tied behind the head has also been scattered, blood dripping along the wound, and falling into the endless dark abyss below, that image can be as embarrassing as it is Embarrassed.

Seeing the figure of the young woman, Chu Linge formed a seal with one hand to resist the strong wind, raised the other hand to his lips, wiped away the blood, and then grinned at the other party: "Senior sister, have I persisted for half an hour? "

Gujing Wubo's cold eyes quietly stared at the clear eyes in front of him. In the dark abyss, Chu Linge's eyes were like stars, shining with a heart-pounding brilliance.

Nodding her head slightly, the young woman did not speak, she once again mobilized her spiritual power, rolled up the other party's exhausted body, and swept upwards.

After throwing Chu Linge to the edge of the cliff, the young woman said directly: "Controlling the wind, following the trend is the best strategy, and forcibly turning it around is the worst policy..."

After simply pointing out the inadequacy of Chu Linge's exercises, the young woman wanted to leave.

Chu Linge didn't care about the pain coming from all parts of his body, he caught up two steps, and said anxiously: "Senior sister! Will you come over at Chenshi tomorrow?"

This time, the young woman did not leave directly, but turned around slowly, looked at Chu Linge and said, "Can you still persist?"

Chu Linge looked down at his blood-soaked gown, nodded and said, "No problem, I just made some progress today, and I don't want to waste what I've realized so hard."

The young woman was silent for a long while, flicked her fingers, threw a small jade bottle towards Chu Linge, said the word 'submit', and walked away on the wind.

Chu Linge caught the jade bottle, looked at the figure that was about to disappear, and said loudly: "Senior sister, what's your name?"

After waiting for a while, I didn't hear any reply, only the whistling wind, which seemed to be mocking Chu Linge's stupid question.

Under such high-intensity training, Chu Linge's progress can be described as extremely fast.

In just seven days, Chu Linge was able to fly over the dark abyss relatively easily. Although the consumption of spiritual power was still a lot, compared to the situation of being injured and bleeding profusely on the first day, it was undoubtedly better too much.

On the eighth day, she was able to persist in the abyss for half an hour unscathed.

When being brought back to the edge of the cliff by the young woman, Chu Linge happily said to the other party: "Senior sister, you don't need to give me the healing medicine today. Will the training be the same tomorrow?"

After hearing what Chu Linge said, the young woman shook her head and said, "There is no need to come back tomorrow."

When Chu Linge heard it, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Why? Senior sister, don't you want to teach me anymore?"

After several days of getting along, the young woman's attitude towards Chu Linge is no longer as blunt as before.

Feeling the anxiety in her words, she explained with rare patience: "Now that your wind control technique has been cultivated, the training in the dark abyss is of little use to you."

"It's just a waste of time to continue training. I just passed by here and met you that day. I didn't stay here permanently. I have other things to do, so let's not live here."

Chu Linge bowed to her politely, and said, "Thank you, senior sister, for your teaching these days."

The young woman's complexion remained unchanged, but her eyes were less indifferent than before, and said indifferently: "I didn't teach you anything, everything is achieved by your own hard work."

After saying that, his figure rose into the air, and after a few breaths, he fled far away.

Chu Linge was grateful in his heart, but he knew that the other party was extremely cold-tempered. These days, he didn't even tell him his name.

"Forget it, since senior sister doesn't want to say it, there must be her reasons. If we can meet in the inner courtyard in the future, it's not too late to thank you!"

After thinking about it, Chu Linge didn't go straight back to his dorm as usual, but sat down cross-legged on the spot, raised his hands and formed a mudra, and entered the state of cultivation.

Two hours later, the sky was completely dark.

Chu Linge stood up, looked at the already dark outline of the mountain wall opposite, flew up, and flew straight towards the mid-air.

"Ghost face, please help me. Hanxi once said that she lives in the Xuanbing Palace, but she didn't tell me where that place is. Give me a sense."

As soon as the words fell from his heart, Guimian laughed and said, "What? You can't wait?"

"Of course! I haven't seen Hanxi for quite a while, and it's not convenient for her to run around at will. I want to give her a surprise and whisper something by the way."

"Hmph, are you just whispering?"

"Good ghost, don't make fun of me. The inner courtyard is so big. I heard that there are disciples from the law enforcement court patrolling around. If you don't help me, I may have been arrested before I found Hanxi."

"Don't worry, you are a disciple of Xuanyang Sect. As long as you don't feel guilty and walk in the inner courtyard, no one will know that you sneaked in. Go north first, remember to behave naturally."

Chu Linge happily replied, skimmed down the mountain, and hurried towards the direction pointed by the ghost face.

When he got to the place where the disciples gathered, he slowed down and walked leisurely in the inner courtyard with a calm face and a heart filled with anticipation.

The author has something to say: Finally!finally!It's time to cultivate to a positive result!