"Do you have someone you like in your heart?" Murong Chuyue stared at Leng Renjie, watching his expression change, and asked, "Is it Tang Sheng?" At Yingke Peak, Leng Renjie's eyes were full of love when he looked at Tang Sheng. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Leng Renjie's gentle and handsome face was cold at the moment, "What do you want to do?"

He wouldn't let anyone hurt Tang Sheng.

Murong Chuyue lowered her eyes, and her thick eyelashes cast a shadow, revealing a trace of sadness, "I pursue the Great Dao in my heart, and I don't want to be tied by Taoist companions." But Wuya Peak needs to be married, and as the only daughter of the peak master of Wuya Peak, I have an unshirkable responsibility. ”

Murong Chuyue saw that Leng Renjie was unmoved, and continued, "I know that you don't want to marry a couple, but you are my ideal object. After we get married, we can be independent of each other and not interfere with each other, I pursue my way, and you pursue the person you like. ”

"Murong Daoyou, my Leng family has many handsome people, and it is not necessary for me for the Leng family to marry. Leng Renjie was not convinced, he didn't need to marry.

Murong Chuyue's expression was gloomy, and she smiled bitterly, "If I marry someone else, they will definitely ask me to fulfill my responsibilities as a Taoist couple." I want to marry you because you won't ask me to ......"

Leng Renjie interrupted Murong Chuyue in a cold voice, "Murong Daoyou, you have your difficulties, but you won't get married. If you want to ask me for help, I'm afraid you've found the wrong person!"

Although Tang Sheng had no feelings for him and would not accept him at all, Leng Renjie was unwilling to marry someone, even if it was a fake Taoist couple. His Taoist companion can only be Tang Sheng.

"I'll send you back!" Leng Renjie walked out of the pavilion.

Murong Chuyue looked at Leng Renjie's resolute back and frowned. Another reason why she wanted to marry Leng Renjie was that she was saved by Leng Renjie when she was a child.

She was only eight years old at the time, and she told Leng Renjie that she wanted to marry him when she grew up. I'm afraid Leng Renjie didn't associate the little girl with pigtails with her now.

……

Tang Sheng returned to the black hall of the ancient ancestor of Xuechen Mountain to restore the results of the competition.

Patriarch Gu Chi was very satisfied with Tang Sheng's performance on the test platform, "The Su Yi you are talking about should be the apprentice of Xu Kun of the Hengjian Sect. The teacher once competed with him several times, but he did not win or lose. He once said that he would train an apprentice to defeat my apprentice. ”

It's just that the result of Tang Sheng and Su Yi's competition was really surprising, and the two fought to a draw. As far as he knew, Su Yi was older than Rong Yu, and his cultivation was slow to advance. In terms of cultivation time, Su Yi lost.

"Your perception is extremely high, you can break through the whip in the competition, and the most important thing is that your fighting spirit is sharp. As a teacher, I hope you can pay more attention to the cultivation of fighting spirit in the future. ”

"Cultivating the fighting spirit?" Tang Sheng humbly asked, "How to cultivate?"

Gu Chi Patriarch asked rhetorically, "Sword cultivation is almost invincible in the same rank, and geniuses can even fight beyond the ranks, do you know why?"

"Sword cultivation has strong combat effectiveness, and sword cultivation is aggressive and does not admit defeat, and can always burst out with strong potential in various adversities. Tang Sheng pondered, "Could it be that this potential is related to battle intent?"

Gu Chi Patriarch applauded, "Yes, the fighting spirit is an emotional reaction to the battle. The higher a person's fighting spirit, the more control they will have over the battle, and they will be able to closely monitor any movements of their opponents and guess their opponents' battle tactics. Similarly, the greater the potential to explode in battle. The fighting spirit of the two sides may be encouraged by each other, or they may be suppressed. ”

"Then how do I cultivate my fighting spirit? Sword cultivation is combative, isn't it just to cultivate my own fighting spirit?" Tang Sheng wondered.

"Fight with different people. Leapfrog challenges, increase your pressure, and stimulate your potential. Gu Chi Patriarch said that his two apprentices were both people with eyes above the top, and they were unwilling to fight with people whose strength was lower than their own. In addition to teaching Tang Sheng, Rong Yu was only willing to fight with Gu Chi Patriarch. Tang Sheng's battle was also clearly insufficient.

Tang Sheng understood what Patriarch Gu Chi meant, and he was as good as a stream, "The disciple knows that he is wrong. ”

"Do you have any other questions about your cultivation?" asked Patriarch Gu Chi.

"My disciple got a inheritance when he was in the family, and now I have another swordsmanship inheritance. The sword intent of the two swordsmanship is very different, and it will take a lot of energy to cultivate separately. The disciple wanted to ask how to fuse the essence of the two swordsmanship together?" The swordsmanship given by the man in the Xuanyi of the Yao Immortal Secret Realm Tang Sheng has not been cultivated, which is this problem.

Patriarch Gu Chi shook his head, "The higher the level of swordsmanship, the more rigorous it is, and I want to integrate the essence of the two swordsmanship to cultivate." It is equivalent to creating two swordsmanship into one swordsmanship, which is not yet possible for a teacher. ”

"Thank you, Master. Tang Sheng was not surprised by such an answer, she had thought about it before and came to the same conclusion as Patriarch Guchi. Tang Sheng asked Patriarch Gu Chi with the idea of seeing if there was any other solution, and he would not be disappointed without her.

She saw the little furball turn on its light screen, and the screen scrolled, not knowing what it was doing. After the flickering of the light screen stops, a technique appears on the page.

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Tang Sheng came out of the black hall of the ancient late patriarch, and the little hairball who had been silent spoke, "Tang Sheng, if you make a contract with me, you can do tasks to accumulate points, and you can exchange for an exercise, this exercise can help you integrate various different exercises, so that they will not conflict with each other." ”

This condition is very tempting, Tang Sheng thinks that the little furball should not know, she can see its light screen.

"Forget it, it's nothing more than spending more time cultivating. What I have is time. Tang Sheng rejected the little furball. No matter how big the temptation is, it is not as important as freedom, and her life should not be controlled by others.

The little furball was depressed, "I'm running out of energy." ”

Its energy was not much left long after Liu Qing failed in his mission and consumed its energy to give Liu Qing the pill on credit. A part of the energy was locked by the little furball, which was kept to wait for Liu Qing to die and send her spirit back to her world. There is not much other energy available, and the little furball is waiting for Tang Sheng to be willing to contract with it, and it doesn't want to miss Tang Sheng, so it has not been dormant. Just lying quietly on Tang Sheng's shoulder, motionless to minimize energy loss.

"Go find someone who is willing to make a contract with you. Tang Sheng gently touched the little furball, she didn't want the little hairball to follow others, she had seen the power of the little hairball, if it was contracted by the enemy's opponent, it would be a trouble. Tang Sheng couldn't bear the little furball in the end and let it go.

The little furball nestled on Tang Sheng's shoulder, "You are cold, you are ruthless...... This system is so dedicated to you, how can you be willing to let me go. “

Tang Sheng's head was full of black lines, "Okay, if you don't want to leave, just stay." But the contract is impossible. “

"You ......" The little furball nested on Tang Sheng's shoulder and cried even more sadly.