Broke through the late stage of Qi training like this? Lu Fusheng looked at her hands in disbelief, the feeling of fullness in her body had not yet dissipated, she looked at these people in front of her, and for some reason she was a little moved. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You're still the worst one, though." didn't give Lu Fusheng a chance to be moved, Cui Shi hit Lu Fusheng mercilessly, "Get up and clean up, let's continue to go down." Today I have to bring you into the mood of the piano. ”

Lu Fusheng did not go through systematic training when he was young, and all the immortal cultivators could easily enter the Qi training period known as the Feng Chu Realm in the early stage of spiritual consciousness, each realm was divided into before, middle and late stages, and Lu Fusheng entered the Qi training period for decades, to say the least, it was time to reach the late stage of Qi cultivation with the accumulation of spiritual energy. But until they entered the land of trials to fight monsters more than a dozen times, Lu Fusheng's aura cultivation was only stuck in the late stage of qi cultivation and did not make much progress.

Cui Jiu frowned: "I don't think it's suitable for us to go on in such a trial, because Lu Fusheng's cultivation is limited, Tenth Sister, you can't get a good aura accumulation at all, and even Lu Fusheng can't get any benefits here." The three of you are all monks of the Smoke and Rain Pavilion, so it stands to reason that you should experience the joy of sword refining. Cui Jiu said and raised his hand to stroke the sword body in his hand, "This reflection of mine, the psychological satisfaction when it was cast back then is really ...... Tsk, you don't understand it. However, you will probably understand me when you forge your own sword with your own hands. ”

Lu Fusheng looked at the sword in his hand, a sword that was not distinctive except for its weight, and then looked at the long sword flowing in Cui Jiu's hand, with an extremely beautiful sword sound every time it came out of the sheath. One day, her sword can also have its own appearance, its own light, its own sword sound, as long as she thinks about it, Lu Fusheng feels an indescribable feeling in her heart, she can't help but hold the sword tightly in her arms, and vow to learn the art of sword casting and forge her own sword as soon as possible, I don't know if it is Lu Fusheng's illusion, she always feels that the sword in her arms seems to tremble.

Leaving the place of trial, Cui Shi urged everyone to go back to the dormitory to rest.

Lu Fusheng stopped after walking near the dormitory, she smiled slightly at Cui Shi's dissatisfied gaze: "Thank you for looking for your brother to take me to the place of trials to improve my cultivation today, you are also tired all night, go back and rest, I still want to walk by myself." ”

"Fusheng cultivation can't rush for this kind of thing, let's go back and rest first." Jiang Qingcha looked at Lu Fusheng puzzled, only worried about whether Lu Fusheng was stimulated by something.

Lu Fusheng patted Jiang Qingcha's shoulder with a smile: "I'm fine, I just want to take a walk, after all, I ......"

"Let's go." Cui Shi turned around and pulled Jiang Qingcha back to the bedroom, "Maybe Lu Fusheng suddenly entered the late stage of qi training and was not adaptable, and he needed to go to the square to run a lap and calm down." ”

"......" Lu Fusheng looked at the backs of the two of them and twitched the corners of his mouth a little speechlessly, in fact, Lu Fusheng didn't feel much in the late stage of Qi training, but that kind of refreshing energy was really refreshing, making people have no intention of sleeping.

Lu Fusheng touched his nose and slipped all the way to the sword casting platform with his sword.

At night, the thousand-year-old divine fire on the sword-casting platform burned for a long time, reflecting that the swords beside the sword-casting platform were dyed with a sense of sacredness. Each sword will be beaten again and again on the sword casting platform and tempered again and again before it can become an immortal sword that can be used by immortal cultivators, and now the Qingfeng sword in Lu Fusheng's hand is just an ordinary fine iron sword that cannot be used in ordinary times, she looked at the sword in her hand, as if she was uncontrollable, step by step on the sword casting platform.

Lu Fusheng took off the scabbard and carefully placed it next to the sword-casting platform, she placed the sword body in the center of the sword-casting platform, turned around and chose a hammer that was not big or small, and smashed it down.

"Ding-"

The sound of the forging hammer hitting the sword resounded in the empty night, and the crisp echo of the sound wrapped around Lu Fusheng, making her feel that the night was so beautiful. As Lu Fusheng dropped the forging hammer one by one, the sword in his hand deviated from the center of the position one by one.

Lu Fusheng frowned, his left hand increased the strength of holding down the sword body, and his right hand aimed a few times before he fell the forging hammer fiercely again.

With a "poof", the sword body jumped out.

Lu Fusheng was stunned and looked at the sword that had slipped to the edge of the sword-casting platform and rubbed his eyes vigorously, and after a while, Lu Fusheng put down the forging hammer in his hand, sighed, and said to himself: "I'm probably too tired to see clearly." ”

After this exercise, Lu Fusheng was sweating all over, and finally felt a little sleepy. Lu Fusheng put the sword in the sheath, and walked all the way to the bedroom, thinking about what the name of her Lu Fusheng's sword was?

Back in the dormitory, Lu Fusheng took a shower lightly, and suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred in her mind, her name came from the poem "Stealing Half a Day of Leisure", and some classmates had asked her why she was not called half idle or idle, and she also asked her father about this question, and her father meant that Fusheng was particularly cultured. But the word semi-leisure, Lu Fusheng has always thought that it is also very poetic, and there is a more leisurely and complacent interest. Her sword might as well be called semi-idle.

Lu Fusheng lay on the bed with a smile, held his sword in his arms and muttered, "From now on, you will be called half-idle." ”

The next day, they were still woken up by the sound of the flute, and Yuan Yuan still slept leisurely on the bed in a large font. The only difference from yesterday is that Lu Fusheng is not as out of breath as yesterday after running, firstly, she has learned to use her aura to run, and secondly, it is not in vain in the later stage of qi training.

After finishing running, Dongfang lightly carried three buns and finished the training while eating, and then let everyone disperse.

Compared with Tianqing Pavilion's self-indulgence, Lu Fusheng felt that in addition to running morning exercises every day to listen to Dongfang Qing's speech, and meditating together at night, Yanyu Pavilion was also quite self-indulgent.

A senior brother in the first year of high school said to Lu Fusheng with a smile: "Senior sister, this is your fault, how can you think of Master so much?" Master is not like those demons outside...... Those uncles and uncles are the same, Master, this is to give you some sweetness first, just wait, there will be an exam in less than three days. If it's better, we'll invigilate you one-on-one, and if it's worse, we'll take the exam with you one-on-one. ”

Lu Fusheng wondered: "Then the master is letting us go so much now, what will we take the exam then?" ”

"What to test?" Senior Brother looked at Lu Fusheng with great compassion, "Senior sister, you are too naïve, there is such a thing as an exam, as long as the master wants to take the exam, everything can become a test center." Let's put it this way, when I first came to Fuyunyi, Master, I tested several methods of braised pork: how many eggs are most suitable for egg cakes, and whether egg fried rice should be fried first or fried first. ”

The corners of Lu Fusheng's mouth twitched, and he felt that he had nothing to say, and when he was about to resign himself to fate, the senior brother behind him kindly called out to Lu Fusheng to remind her: "I heard that a freshman went to the trial land yesterday and wasted a lot of good ingredients, senior sister may be able to inquire about what the people who went to the trial land yesterday wasted." ”