I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

The person who has been calm and calm since the beginning, covered those bewitching fox eyes with both hands, tears welled up between his fingers, bit his red lips tightly with his white teeth, biting a bloodstain on his jade-like skin, but still stood up. He straightened his spine and didn't say a word.

Like a man who would rather die than submit, with high integrity.

Qin Changsheng felt annoyed and amused at the same time, and he also felt a little distressed, but it made him a little indifferent, and he became more aware of being a teacher.

He raised his hands and grasped, and grabbed the hard-boned apprentice who was in pain and cold sweat into his arms, wrapped his left hand around his waist and imprisoned him on his legs, opened those flawless jade-like hands with his right hand, and brushed his closed eyelids with his fingertips , caught the anger in it, covered Feng Yuanjiu's eyes with his palm, and said in a low voice: "You have just been promoted to Yuanying as a teacher, and you can't completely restrain your power. Don't look around."

Feng Yuanjiu's body was tense, and he sat stiffly in Qin Changsheng's arms, blinking, his eyelashes like crow's feathers swept across his generous palm, and he didn't dare to vent his anger.

Qin Changsheng lowered his eyes, looked at the guarded apprentice, and smiled: "Does it still hurt?"

Feng Yuanjiu shook her head lightly, looking cautious, as if she was afraid that her eyelashes would rub against Master's palm, causing some ambiguous thoughts that shouldn't be there.

Qin Changsheng gave a low laugh, suppressed the bad thoughts that came up in a moment, and stopped playing tricks on him, the apprentice who seemed to have been frightened into a little hedgehog. With a light push, Feng Yuanjiu was sent to the futon again.

Feng Yuanjiu learned how to be good, and didn't dare to raise his eyes to look again. He only carefully poked out his little feet of divine consciousness, and took a look at Qin Changsheng's expression—he was upright and upright, without any hint of intimacy.

Feng Yuanjiu breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Master..." Love?pity?Love?

Qin Changsheng looked down at the entangled apprentice, a smile flashed across his eyes, he stopped teasing him, and said very solemnly: "Since you have entered our sect, you should know something about the master, so that you don't meet fellow disciples but don't know each other. , make a joke."

Feng Yuanjiu breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his eyes, looked at the jumping flames on the hem of Qin Changsheng's robe, and said respectfully: "Master's words are true, and please give me your advice."

Qin Changsheng's eyes fell between Feng Yuanjiu's eyebrows, and he said in a manly voice: "Today, I will tell you as a teacher. In the future, if there are disciples who start to learn, you will tell my juniors."

Feng Yuanjiu lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes."

Qin Changsheng tapped his knees with his fingertips, his expression was serious, and his voice was low: "You are the only disciple under my seat, and you are the great disciple of Shouyang Mountain. There is nothing to say. What you need to remember is your patriarch , Shizu, Shishuzu and Shiboshishu.”

Feng Yuanjiu's brows moved slightly, and he said calmly: "The disciple knows that the patriarch is the real person in charge, and the master is the real person Shen who is the first disciple under the real person's seat. As for the masters and uncles, the disciples have also heard about it. Accidentally clear."

Qin Changsheng nodded, since Feng Yuanjiu said that he wanted to worship him as a teacher, it is not surprising that he has done some homework: "There are three named disciples under your ancestor's sect, and five direct disciples. The teacher is the one under your ancestor's seat. The first disciple in the lineage is actually the second disciple of your master, but you, Master Meng, have always kept a low profile, and no one among the disciples knows about it." Speaking of this, Qin Changsheng thought he was impatient and raised his hand. One point, directly imprint a ray of spiritual thoughts into Feng Yuanjiu's sea of ​​consciousness, and simply and rudely give Feng Yuanjiu the entire family lineage from the ancestor Baili Changkong to Feng Yuanjiu's disciples.

Feng Yuanjiu closed his eyes and digested for a moment, and he had a preliminary understanding of Taiqing's second largest teacher system. As for the first largest system, it was naturally the Great Elder Wan Changqing's line.

Qin Changsheng didn't say much about the sect, about the rivalry between the head sect and the grand elder's sect, but only asked, "Are you confused?"

While memorizing the family genealogy, Feng Yuanjiu accidentally saw the name of her missing mother.

It wasn't until now that she found out that her mother was actually the direct descendant of the real master, and the master was Kang Wanqing, the third disciple of the real master.

Since all the previous clues pointed to the real master, her mother may have been ordered by the real master to do some important things.

Feng Yuanjiu pondered for a while, then shook his head and said, "Not really."

Feng Yuanjiu didn't mention his mother, but Qin Changsheng mentioned it first: "Senior Sister Feng has always been loved by Patriarch and Uncle Kang, and knowing that Master wants to accept you as an apprentice, both your Patriarch and Uncle Kang have given you a gift. The cloud-piercing boat given to you by your teacher was given by your ancestor, and the defensive jade talisman was given by Uncle Kang. As a teacher, you are no richer than your ancestor and Uncle Kang, but just like your uncle, I gave you a treasure talisman."

"How do you feel about this?"

Feng Yuanjiu lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly: "The master's gift must be good."

Qin Changsheng smiled: "Not honest."

After some conversation, Feng Yuanjiu got a little understanding of his master. This master is not as serious and serious as he seems.

Feng Yuanjiu relaxed his posture a bit, slightly bent the end of his eyes, and said with a smile: "I thought that there was no background, and it would take 500 years of hard work to get into the eyes of the master real person. The disciple has already lived in the eyes of the head master."

Qin Changsheng gave a low laugh: "Don't rely on the patriarch to do anything wrong, the patriarch is blind."

Feng Yuanjiu bravely asked: "Master's eyes might be rubbed with sand?"

Qin Changsheng took a deep look at Feng Yuanjiu, without saying yes or no.

He is not a bad apprentice, except for his poor aptitude, he is pretty good in everything else, he is tolerant, tenacious, sensible, firm in Daoism, and not small in courage, so he dared to take the opportunity to find out his mind.

Now that he had restrained himself from dealing with the errands and planned to raise this disciple well, Qin Changsheng asked about Feng Yuanjiu's practice: "Are there any puzzles in practice?"

Feng Yuanjiu shook his head: "I don't intend to change my practice method. Mystical powers were only selected from Tianlu Academy, and I haven't practiced it yet, so there is no doubt about it for the time being."

Qin Changsheng frowned slightly, raised his finger and pointed out a red talisman, and flicked it between Feng Yuanjiu's eyebrows: "This is my master's practice experience, you may wish to refer to it."

Feng Yuanjiu bowed slightly: "Disciple will obey Master's decree."

Qin Changsheng said again: "The cloud piercing boat is a half-mysterious weapon, refining it is not easy, you must not act too hastily."

Magic weapons in the cultivation world are divided into magic weapons, treasure weapons, spiritual weapons, and mysterious weapons. There are also talisman treasures under magic weapons.

For example, monks in the Foundation Establishment period often use weapons or talismans. Those with rich wealth can have one or two treasures in their hands.

As for the profound weapon, it has its own spirit, which is extremely rare, and it is the treasure of the town in any sect.

Semi-profound weapons refer to the profound weapons that failed to be refined, or the mysterious weapons that have not grown into a weapon spirit, or the profound weapons that have damaged weapon spirits.

Feng Yuanjiu heard that the gift from the head master was a half-mysterious weapon, but he was not happy in his heart.

To put it bluntly, the real head of the sect treated him differently because of his own mother.If the head of the sect treats him better than the other disciples, it can be said that he loves the house and crows, but he directly gives a half profound weapon, then it is worth thinking about - what his mother did is probably extremely dangerous.

Qin Changsheng saw Feng Yuanjiu's silence, and nodded secretly in his heart, only feeling that this son had a child in his heart, and he was a little more satisfied with this dispensable apprentice.

It's just that there are some things that even he has only touched the edge, and he really can't be relieved.

Qin Changsheng simply closed his eyes and made a gesture of meditation.

Feng Yuanjiu waited for a while, glanced at Qin Changsheng cautiously, stood up, bowed, and quietly exited the Shouyang Hall.

The Shouyang Hall is adjacent to the Wangyue Hall, separated by a piece of clear water and connected by curved corridors.

On both sides of the curved corridor, bowl-sized golden lotuses float between the jasper-like leaf discs. The value of this pool of ninth-grade golden lotus alone is more than that of a medium-sized sect.

Feng Yuanjiu was very skeptical of his master Qin Changsheng's statement that his family was not very rich, and that he could only be given a treasure talisman as a meeting gift.

Looking at the change in his master's attitude, he has every reason to believe that his master just gave him an unusable gadget just because he didn't want to see him.

Feng Yuanjiu glanced back at the Shouyang Hall, and stepped onto the long corridor made of jade.

Inside Shouyang Hall, Qin Changsheng withdrew his consciousness, let out a low laugh, and raised his hand to release three paper cranes. One flew to Yuanhe Hall in Yuntai Peak, one flew to Jingwei Palace in Xiaoyang Mountain, and the other flew to Jingwei Palace in Xiaoyang Mountain. Went to Suzaku Peak Suzaku Palace.

After a while, three origami cranes returned.

Qin Changsheng had seen the paper cranes coming from Yuntai Peak and Xiaoyang Mountain, and with a fingertip, he returned them to the inspiration.

As for the fat paper crane that came from the Vermilion Bird Palace, after Qin Changsheng had seen it, he replied: "Senior Brother Meng has already counted the auspicious day for this disciple, and it will be July 21."

The fat paper crane fluttered its wings and went back again, and heard the voice that the fat paper crane brought back was cold: "Although it was your patriarch's order to accept Feng Yuanjiu as a disciple, and your Master Uncle Kang entrusted it, it was not your choice, but You must not have prejudices against Feng Yuan Jiuxin, treat them differently."

"Disciple would like to follow Master's instruction." After finishing speaking, Qin Changsheng said without changing his expression, "Feng Yuanjiu is not bad."

"So good."

"Master Zhang, please take care of me."

"can."

"Thank you, Master." Qin Changsheng sent out the fat paper crane, raised his hand and drew a circle in the air, and a water mirror appeared out of thin air, and what appeared in the mirror was the scene in the Moon-Watching Palace.

I saw Feng Yuanjiu sitting on the cloud bed, with a black boat, a red jade tablet and a khaki talisman in his hands, and he was playing with the seven bird fan talisman he gave him.

Qin Changsheng thought for a while, and sent a voice transmission to Feng Yuanjiu: "The talisman that Senior Brother Meng gave you is rubbed from his natal magic treasure Qingtian Shaking Seal as the origin, don't underestimate it."

In the water mirror, Feng Yuanjiu's fox eyes stared slightly, his lips parted slightly, a look of surprise appeared on his calm and cold face, and he immediately regained his composure. Watching: "The talisman bestowed by the master is derived from your natal magic weapon, the Seven Bird Fan?"

Qin Changsheng raised his eyebrows, and sent a voice transmission: "So what if it is, so what if it's not?"

In the water mirror, Feng Yuanjiu frowned slightly, and said, "Yes, disciples can be a little more presumptuous; no, disciples need to keep a low profile as disciples."

Qin Changsheng didn't say yes or no, but said casually: "It's just a talisman, there are no such claims."

Feng Yuanjiu pursed her lips, and asked silently with her eyes—is that true or not?