Since that day, Zi Ling has really behaved a lot. Murong Xingyun looked at Mo Ziling, who was bowing respectfully in front of him, and almost mistook it for the nephew of the Zixian Master. It wasn't until a "master" that she realized that this was her little apprentice. Murong Xingyun is the character of an old child, and he can't stand these red tape the most, so he waved her hand again and again so that she doesn't have to be like this in the future. Zi Lingfang returned to his previous naughty appearance, jumped up and hugged Murong Xingyun and said coquettishly: "Hehe, Master, I have missed you for the past two days." ”

As early as the day when Mo Ziling stayed in the Dream Immortal Residence, Zixian asked Qingyue to tell him what had happened. Murong Xingyun smiled, and reached out to pat the little apprentice's buttocks lightly and lightly, and the little guy exploded, covering his ass and glaring at his master, his eyes were full of grievances.

Also surprised were Ziling's senior sisters. Not only did this little devil never be late again, but he also stopped bullying them, and when he was in a good mood, he would talk to them about his cultivation experience. This sudden change even flattered her sisters.

Zi Ling is already a genius, and now he is willing to work hard, and he quickly practiced the Divine Blessing Sutra to perfection and turned to practice the Purifying Sutra.

At this time, Zixian's marrow washing scripture was also close to Dacheng, and the condensation frost said that when she consolidated it for two more days, she would officially pass on the Nine Yin True Scripture. At that time, she will be the first person in this generation of disciples to practice the Nine Yin True Scripture.

The apprentice was so good, Condensation Frost and Murong Xingyun were naturally pleased.

Originally, Emei's in-house disciples were already more luxurious than ordinary rich ladies, but Zixian and Ziling were treated better than other in-house disciples, and any thing on their bodies was priceless. Even their palaces hide peerless treasures and dust beads, and mosquitoes, flies and dust cannot enter.

In this world, where there is sunshine and darkness, there is happiness and sorrow. Condensation Frost and Murong Xingyun were pleased, so naturally there were people who were congested. Zixian and Zi Ling are happy and happy, so naturally some people are in dire straits.

Who's the one with the heart plugging? Elder Ye Zhi Akiba. Who's in dire straits? Her poor apprentices.

Although there are many elders of the Emei faction, the strongest ones are Murong Xingyun and Ye Zhiqiu. Mozi Immortal was taken over by the head of the sect, and Ye Zhiqiu had nothing to say. Mozi Immortal has a spiritual root, which is an existence against the sky, and this kind of good material and beautiful jade naturally needs to be taught by the head of the house so as not to mislead people's children. But why did Mo Ziling give it to Murong Xingyun's old woman? What is inferior to Murong Xingyun?

Every time he thought of this, Ye Zhiqiu was annoyed. It's just that her apprentices are very uncompetitive. Mo Zixian didn't mention it for the time being, even Mo Ziling's little girl had already begun to cultivate the Purifying Essence Sutra, but her own apprentices were still cultivating Emei's basic internal strength, and they didn't even have the qualifications to cultivate the Divine Blessing Sutra. Competitive and competitive, she also tried to get a disciple to directly forcibly cultivate the Purifying Essence Sutra, but not long after that disciple cultivated, he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fainted to the ground, and the damaged meridians have not yet recovered.

Originally, she could have sent that disciple to the master, who was a skilled doctor, and there must be a way to repair this disciple's damaged meridians. However, that means that she, the master, will be severely punished. The thought of the whip of the Law Enforcement Hall made her shudder.

Ye Zhiqiu is really afraid of her senior sister, if she lets the head know that she disregards the lives of her disciples in order to satisfy her vanity, the consequences will be unimaginable. But paper can't hold the fire, and if it goes on like this, the head will know sooner or later. And the apprentice's internal injuries can't be delayed any longer, otherwise there will definitely be serious sequelae.

Although Ye Zhiqiu often scolded his apprentices because he hated iron and steel, as a master, he couldn't bear to watch his apprentices be ruined like this for the rest of his life. So, a bold plan came to mind.

When he first thought of this plan, Ye Zhiqiu was also very hesitant. But after thinking about it again, I decided to take the risk.

The afterglow of the setting sun stained most of the sky red, and the color of red was dazzling, revealing a trace of despair, just like the blood that this disciple named Lu Qingxue coughed up at this time. Last month, I forcibly cultivated the Pulp Cleansing Sutra according to my master's orders, but because my own cultivation was still shallow, the fragile meridians could not withstand the domineering tempering of the Pulp Cleansing Sutra at all. At that time, she only felt a wave of true qi rushing uncontrollably, and the meridians everywhere she went hurt into her bone marrow as if they were being burned by fire, and finally a mouthful of blood spurted out and she fainted.

Master said that it was okay at that time, but the panic in his eyes could not be concealed. Over the past few days, Qingxue has tried to run her internal strength many times, but as soon as her true qi enters the meridians, she will come with a tearing pain, and if she continues to cultivate, she will cough up blood.

Qingxue faced the sunset, laughed dismally, a tear slipped down her cheek, dripping on the thread-bound book in her hand, and the three quaint characters on it "Washing the Marrow Sutra" seemed so ironic at this time. In my life, I'm afraid I won't be able to practice martial arts again, right?

The despair in my heart is like a flood that bursts the embankment, slowly submerging Qingxue's reason. She rushed out of the door like crazy, she was going to find the master, the boss must be able to save herself, definitely.