"I'm here to cultivate."

Jiang Hanxue calmly met the gaze of the instinct master, and she could feel that the instinct master's gaze was like the divine light of judgment, making the charm in people's hearts have nothing to hide.

If ordinary people are under the gaze of the instinctive master, those who have ghosts in their hearts must be frightened and fearful, and those who can't help themselves will tell their crimes.

However, Jiang Hanxue is not an ordinary person, and there are no ghosts in his heart.

She is indeed here to cultivate, so I won't say anything about what she cultivates—is it possible that I have learned the [Rulai Divine Palm] and want to tell you?

The instinct master didn't ask "he" what he was cultivating, because there was no need for this at all, who in the martial arts didn't know that the little son of the Murong family was born with a leaky dantian?

If you can't cultivate your internal strength, no matter how hard you try, you'll be a scum after all!

But seeing the firm and persistent gaze of "Murong Kunpeng", the instinct master couldn't help but feel pity, he could feel the determination of "Murong Kunpeng", if he didn't have determination, how could he come here to cultivate in the middle of the night?

Regarding the matter of Murong Kunpeng, Master Instinct is naturally the one who knows, and even when Murong Kunpeng was just born, Master Instinct also followed Master Likong, the abbot of Shaolin, as a member of the Shaolin delegation, to [Gusu Base] to congratulate.

At that time, the [pigeon nest] where the Murong family was located, that scene was really noisy gongs and drums, firecrackers, red flags, crowds, all the six major factions in China arrived, and there were three hundred martial arts inheritances, and one hundred and seventy-eight came if they didn't come to three hundred.

Those who are idle can't enter the inner hall of the pigeon nest, so as not to frighten the child, the instinct master is naturally qualified to enter, and the important people of the six major factions of Huaxia and the Duan family, the Li family, and the Huang family were able to see Murong Kunpeng in swaddling clothes at the 100-day banquet.

All the bigwigs present sent sincere blessings to Murong Kunpeng, wishing Murong Kunpeng to be a good man again after eighteen years, but he didn't wait for eighteen years, just eight years later, Murong Kunpeng's leaky dantian was diagnosed as incurable.

Murong Kunpeng has never appeared in public since then, more than ten years have passed, and the rivers and lakes have long forgotten Murong Kunpeng, who is known as the dragon and phoenix among people, and only the old guys who have seen Murong Kunpeng with their own eyes and sincerely blessed him back then will occasionally mention it when they are idle and nonsense......

With such a young child under such a great pressure, even if the Instinct Master couldn't empathize, he could understand Murong Kunpeng's difficulty.

Hardship is not worthy of pity, who hasn't had a hard time?

What is worthy of pity is the struggle that refuses to give up in a desperate situation, just to grasp the ethereal glimmer of hope and give his best efforts for it - the instinct master looked at "Murong Kunpeng" with complicated eyes, and finally sighed faintly.

"In that case, from tomorrow, here and now, the old man and you will not be separated!" After that, the instinct master flicked his sleeves and floated away.

From tomorrow, here and now, you and I will not be separated? Jiang Hanxue's face was gloomy: This fairy is not a casual person!

After all, this is only the second time that she has exchanged bodies, Jiang Hanxue has not fully adapted to her new identity, especially when she is not concentrated, she often forgets, and she instinctively misunderstands the words of the master of instinct, but fortunately, there is still Feng Wu'er.

Feng Wu'er's big black eyes rolled around, and she hurriedly reminded in a low voice: "Congratulations to my lord, Master Instinct is going to pass on the gong in person!" ”

Jiang Hanxue suddenly realized that he was now a "pure master", and the instinct master asked him to see or leave, but to teach martial arts in person, which was a good intention.

Thinking about it, Jiang Hanxue hurriedly saluted to the back of the instinct master: "Thank you for the master's kindness, the disciple is grateful!" ”

Although the master of instinct floated away, he actually floated very slowly: was this kid stunned by a pie falling from the sky? Why don't you thank me? Although I don't ask for anything in return, I can't be treated as a donkey's liver and lungs!

I almost couldn't help but want to look back to see what was going on, but the pure masters never looked back at the explosion, and the instinct master kept it indifferent and floated out, and finally he waited for the thanks of "Murong Kunpeng" before he really floated away satisfied.

"Congratulations! Congratulations to my lord! Feng Wu'er fell to the ground excitedly, and her immature milk voice shouted, "Your illness is finally saved!" ”

Thank you...... Jiang Hanxue gratefully helped Feng Wu'er with both hands, she could feel that Feng Wu'er was genuinely happy for her, but she didn't know why, she always felt that Feng Wu'er's words sounded weird, and she felt a sense of shame inexplicably......

……

In the shadow of the mountain next to Luoyang Martial Arts University, a thin black old man was closing his eyes, pinching his fingers, and chanting words.

In front of the thin black old man was a locust wood offering table covered with a human skin tablecloth, and two dim green candles illuminated the place as if it were a ghost movie.

There is a palm-sized little straw man on the human skin tablecloth, the little straw man is wrapped in a miniature military coat, holding a miniature machete in his hand, and is jumping up and down chasing something, while its little head wearing a hat is rolling on the table, this strange scene is exactly the same as what just happened in the practice room!

There was a sinister smile on the thin black man's thin face, as if everything was under his control, he was the tallest of the three black and thin old men during the day, and his hair was like instant noodles dancing in the night wind.

Suddenly, the little straw man who was jumping up and down paused, as if the battery was dead, the black and thin old man's face changed, and he suddenly opened a pair of yellow eyes, and bit the tip of his tongue "poof" A mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the little straw man!

However, it was useless, and before the sperm blood could seep into the little straw man, the little straw man exploded into ashes with a "poof"!

"Hiss......" The black thin old man couldn't help but gasp, and immediately took a mouthful of grass ash, and after being stunned for a second, the black thin old man knelt on the ground with a pale face and vomited out of his throat, his movements were so skillful.

This little straw man is not an ordinary straw tie, but the [Revenant Grass] that grows on the coffin, and the torn coat he wears is also made of shrouds, this thing is too evil, the black and thin old man can use them, but it doesn't mean that he can eat them directly, even if he eats it, it won't affect his health, and it's disgusting......

What kind of iniquity have I done...... The thin black man burst into tears: I just drank a big sip of old corpse oil during the day, and I ate the ashes of the Dead Soul Grass and the Shroud at night, why is it so difficult for me to do something practical for the great cause of lowering my head!