The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

Cen Shu called five or six disciples over in a row, making the atmosphere in the corridor a little tense.

No one knew what the meaning of this grand master who usually only hides on the top of his mountain mysteriously, he called people over without saying what to do, and a group of disciples sat on the left and right of him and stared.

Xue Yu was tossed back and forth by several people like a baton, and the last junior forgot to hand Xue Yu to someone else before leaving, so he came up to Cen Shu with the little leopard in his arms.

The ancestor was silent.

Everyone is stunned.

It's finally over?

After waiting for a while, a bolder brother asked, "Uncle Grand Master, do you still need to call other disciples?"

Cen Shu: "No need."

The brother tried again: "Then we... just continue to eat?"

"Ah."

The disciples, Monk Zhanger, were puzzled, but they didn't dare to return to their original positions, so they simply sat beside Cen Shu and ate.

Sitting next to the ancestor, this group of young people didn't dare to chat anymore, they all stared at each other dryly, and the atmosphere became very stagnant.

Xue Yu was also not sure whether his cheap master wanted him to listen to people chatting in another place, or felt that he was a little bored with the chattering kids around him.

Seeing that he couldn't get the information he wanted, Xue Yu had no choice but to crawl out of the person's arms and prepare to go back to Cen Shu.

But before he took a few steps, a black hand suddenly approached beside him and fished him over.

The little junior sister hugged Xue Yu into her arms again, leaned closer to his round ear and whispered: "That's our Grand Martial Uncle, don't make him unhappy, be careful he will burn you in the pot!"

Xue Yu froze for a moment, and was about to grin, when suddenly he saw his master raised his eyelids not far away, and took a look at him.

Blue eyes stared round, Xue Yu made a "mi" sound, and a big fluffy tail protruded from the gap in the little girl's arms, waving at Cen Shu to express his helpless trapped situation.

How innocent must that look be.

Cen Shu lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him.

That man's cultivation level is advanced, he has already ploughed the valley, and he doesn't have the appetite of these strange disciples in the courtyard. He came here to lead Xue Yu to eat.

Xue Yu was not in his arms, so he sat quietly with his hands on his knees, as if he was in a state of meditation again.

The oil flowers in the jade bowl in front of him had already clumped, obviously it hadn't been touched for a long time.

Water vapor kept rising from the pot and rushed around, even beside Cen Shu.

Xue Yu looked at him in the mist.

Most of the cultivators are youthful, and this person looks to be in his 20s. His brows are pale and sickly, and his lips are also very pale. On his cheeks flushed red by water vapor, blue blood vessels can be seen faintly. .

He didn't have a crown, his black hair hung lazily over his waist like a waterfall, and the hem of his snow-white clothes meandered on the ground.

I don't know if it was spread on purpose before entering meditation, but there is not a single crease, showing an overly strict order.

Snow skin, black hair and hibiscus face, really handsome.

Xue Yu sighed, what's the use of looking good, and then he died.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help feeling sad. No matter how cute the leopard he was dressed as was, it died later!

Xue Yu was able to know so clearly, of course not because he, as a future disciple of Tianyan Sect, was gifted and calculated it in advance.

And because he is a time traveler, all the Tianyanzong disciples who are eating hot pot and singing songs around him are all from Xue Yu's world before his death, a popular novel "The No. [-] Hooligan in the World of Cultivation".

As an outstanding young man in the 21st century, he did not reincarnate after his death, but kept up with the trend and wore books.

It was none other than the snow leopard mount of Cen Shu, the supporting character in "The No. [-] Hooligan in Cultivation of Immortals".

In the original book, Cen Shu's cultivation is at the top, and throughout the book, he is an awesome existence

But no matter how awesome the boss is, he still couldn't stop the halo of the protagonist who didn't need logic from shining. In the end, not only was he beaten to death by the male protagonist Li Xiuran, even the boss's mount was turned into a bloody mist by Li Xiuran because of protecting the master, and he fell to the ground. Shu is covered with clothes and face, and he can't pick them up.

Xue Yu originally enjoyed being someone's pet leopard in the warm water town, but when he realized who the leopard cub he was dressed as was, he panicked.

Fortunately, at that time, he had just been brought back from his cheap father by Cen Shu, so it was not too abrupt to be frozen into a piece of iron in his arms, it was right to recognize his birth.

It's not that Xue Yu was slow to react, but that there are too few descriptions of this snow leopard in the whole book.It was a fully grown snow leopard when it appeared with Cen Shu for the first time. It was described as huge and majestic. Cen Shu sat sideways on the snow leopard, and his face looked like a thin woman with a thin body, which was even set off by the snow leopard. A little weak.

And the whole book uses "Snow Leopard" to refer to it, and even Cen Shu never called it by its name, so Xue Yu didn't react when his cheap father called him.

It was also the first time Xue Yu knew that this snow leopard had a name, Xue Zhiyu.

In the original book, Snow Pheasant Feather appeared as a snow leopard from beginning to end.When Xue Yu was held in Cen Shu's arms, he listened to his cheap father's trembling explanation, to the effect that Xue Zhiyu was born with a brain problem, his intelligence was not open, and he was just a real animal all his life, unable to cultivate a human form.

After hearing what his father said, Cen Shu didn't have any special expression on his face, he just nodded and said he understood.

If Xue Yu hadn't read the original book, he would have known that Cen Shu was cold-tempered, with a personality that was always indifferent to emotions and anger. It is a mental retardation to mind too much that I am riding.

Xue Yu's life of eating and waiting to die is completely over.

He poked and fumbled at the memory in the little milk leopard's head, found out a practice formula and practiced it professionally.

Xue Zhiyu in the original book is mentally retarded, but he is not.

At least change into a person first, let his cheap master hide from Li Xiuran in the future, and let his cheap master hide from him, so as to save his life as a pet.

It is not difficult for Xue Yu to see his small and exquisite appearance, and it is not difficult to know that there is still a long time before the beginning of the timeline of the original work.

Long enough to make a small leopard grow into a big leopard, and let a mentally retarded leopard cultivate a human form.

Unexpectedly, after a few weeks of practice, Little Snow Leopard's body didn't respond at all. Instead, he cultivated an avatar outside his body and couldn't put it back in again.

Cultivating a human form is not the same thing as having an extra body.

Xue Yu's two numbers stared at each other for a while, then secretly concealed the incident, sneaked down the mountain behind Cen Shu's back to get a haircut, and turned around to take the entrance examination of Tianyan Sect.

That's why the snow leopard followed Cen Shu secretly to eat the copper pot and steal the questions, while the doll was taking the exam on the other side.

His two bodies were a little far apart, and he felt dizzy and had a headache when he used them all at once.

Xue Yu had no choice but to lazily nestle Leopard in the arms of his junior sister, and concentrate on walking in the direction of Yunan Peak.

The juniors didn't chat, and the snow leopard's nest didn't find out what the asking heart stone was all day long, and they ate a pot of hot pot from dawn to dusk.

With a certain level of cultivation, the physical needs of the body can be saved, so the pot was kept cooking day and night during the entrance exam, and the disciples of the Tianyan Sect who had nothing to do also ate the pot and watched the show here day and night.

Others could endure it, but Xue Yu couldn't. He had driven for a day, and he was so exhausted at this moment, even Leopard, who shared the same brain, kept yawning under the soft palm of his junior sister.

The weather has been good these few days, the sky is clean, the sky is full of broken stars, the moon hangs between the mountains, and the dense forest is reflected brightly.

There are still ferocious beasts in this forest, Xue Yu found a big tree and climbed up, swept all the snow off the branches, and got ready to sleep.

He still can't replace sleep with meditation like Cen Shu.

As if his cheap master could read his thoughts, the moment he closed his eyes, Cen Shu woke up from his trance, tilted his head slightly to the side, and said calmly, "Xiao Yu, let's go."

Snow Leopard raised his lower eyelids in a daze, a little unresponsive.

The lanterns in the corridor happened to light up one by one at this time, reflecting a dozen or so frightened little faces of Cen Shu who were looking for knowledge.

Who is this ancestor called?

Everyone held their breath and looked at the place where Cen Shu tilted his head.

The little junior sister also wanted to see it, but it didn't seem right to go left or right, and the ancestor seemed to be staring at her direction.

The little girl had never seen such a battle before, her whole body stiffened immediately, and she was about to cry.

Snow Leopard met Cen Shu's cool eyes, and he reacted in a daze.

Oh, Kohane.

It's calling me.

He pulled the little junior sister's stiff wrist away, crawled out of the person's arms, stumbled and ran towards Cen Shu.

In a certain looking mirror that no one paid much attention to, Xue Yu was lying on a branch of a tree with one leg hanging from the branch, pedaling his bicycle in the air as if he had a cramp.

The little junior sister sat a little far away from Cen Shu, and the snow leopard had short legs and hopped slowly. Before he had walked halfway, he suddenly felt his feet lighten, and his body floated up. in the arms.

"Snapped"

Someone dropped their chopsticks.

Cen Shu scratched the snow leopard's ears, and looked at the young man on the tree branch in the mirror, as if his dream had been disturbed, he tilted his head and rubbed his shoulder in annoyance.

Those who cultivate immortals are so clear-eyed.

A few young disciples around watched helplessly as the Tai Shishu, who was said to have the highest cultivation, the highest seniority, the coldest temper, and the most difficult to get along with in the Tianyan Sect, stretched out his hand to lick the cat under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Porcelain white fingertips sink into the same white fluff of small animals, and it is impossible to tell which is whiter.

The frozen fundus of the ancestor's eyes melted into a piece of drifting shards of ice, reflecting the light on the top of his head, which seemed to have a little warmth.

And that little thing who didn't know the geometry of the world buried its whole face in the arms of the ancestor, only shook its exposed ears, and patted Cen Shu's fingertips, making a muffled sound of "puff puff" that was almost inaudible.

The long tail protruded from the sleeves into the man's robe, wrapping around the man's wrist, as if impatient to be touched.

The ancestors didn't have any dissatisfaction with this seemingly very bold and reckless behavior, and it could even be said that they were very conniving.

It was impossible for Cen Shu to say polite words to others.

He stuffed the palm-sized little snow leopard into his sleeves, waved away the dense water vapor on the pot as neatly as when he came, got up and flew away.

The older one left, leaving the younger ones sitting stiffly in the same way as before, quietly, not even a single one was panting.

In the silence, the senior brother who was the most courageous before couldn't sit still.

"Um……"

"So what we hugged just now was... Grand Master's cat?"

Everyone took a deep breath.

The sound was very neat, like a hundred pressure cookers leaking at the same time.

No, why did the ancestor who promised to be the coolest and not disturbed by others still keep cats? !

"Boom-"

On the second day, when Xue Yu stepped onto the first white jade steps, a melodious bell happened to ring from above his head.

Xue Yu's soul trembled from the knock, and he gritted his teeth and walked up the steps.

This is the countdown clock sound of the entrance exam, which means that there is only one day left before the end of the exam.

While eating hot pot, he eavesdropped on them saying that if he really wanted to climb the [-] white jade steps to the top of the mountain, it would take a day for a normal mortal without eating, drinking, or resting, not to mention the interference of the demonic realm.

Therefore, he only started to climb the steps at this time, and it stands to reason that the hope is already very slim.

But Xue Yu is not an "ordinary person".

His incarnation outside the body has drawn energy into his body the moment he cultivated, he is considered a cultivator of immortals.

In the original book "The No. [-] Hooligan in the World of Cultivating Immortals", all the people are cultivating immortals.

Not only is the method of drawing qi into the body popularized in children's education like radio gymnastics, but also various cultivation methods are flourishing. Human cultivation, animal cultivation, plant cultivation, and elves cultivate immortals according to their own abilities. This is a rather novel and rare worldview setting.

But judging from the past few months that Xue Yu has passed through, it seems that the family of human monks is still dominant now. Not only do they look down on immortal cultivators of other races, but they even think that immortals are different from common immortals, and monks can look down on ordinary people. The various sects and sects of the exercises that you need to get started are naturally hidden.

Ordinary people want to draw qi into the body, they can only realize it by themselves.

Therefore, although Xue Yu is only at the entry level, he is already considered very talented in the current situation.

It would take him half a day at most to climb the ten thousand white jade steps.

In Cen Shu's dormitory, five round remote viewing mirrors floated in mid-air, and they could see the real-time situation of the disciples who were still taking the exam.

Of course there are more looking mirrors floating on the hot pot than there are now, but with Cen Shu's vision, he won't look at those who are destined to be unqualified.

The people who were still spinning around in the dense forest at this time were no better than Xue Yu who had already drawn his energy into his body, so naturally it was impossible for him to have a chance.

Therefore, the ancestors who can still raise their eyelids to take a look are all on the white jade steps.

Of course, if Cen Shu were to choose, he would despise any of these mediocre talents.

Cen Shu had only two apprentices in his life.

One of these two apprentices passed the entrance exam in only three days, and the other took two and a half days, which is definitely not comparable to those in the mirror who have not climbed up until the last day.

These five mirrors are all for this little thing in his arms.

And Cen Shu himself was leaning against the low table, holding the Yingrun chess piece between his white fingertips, playing chess with himself.

The twilight is all together, and the moon hangs on the top of the eaves again.

There is only one night left in the exam, and those who have not climbed to the top of Yunan Peak when the sun rises tomorrow morning will fail.

Therefore, the five people in the mirror are struggling to climb the steps.

His little snow leopard had been lying in the same position in his palm for almost an hour without moving at all.

With Cen Shu's sensitivity, he can naturally tell which mirror he is looking at.

The young man casually raised his eyelids and looked at a remote mirror above his head.

In the mirror is a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, with red lips, white teeth, black hair, very beautiful.

Much prettier than the little disciple who hugged the snow leopard all day yesterday.

His little Snow Leopard seemed to like being held in the arms of such a good-looking teenager and girl.

Cen Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched the chess piece with his fingers and tapped it twice on the chessboard.

"Da da"

Little Snow Leopard turned a deaf ear.