Rong Zixian didn't know that this kind of thinking of his own was called jealousy.

He just felt that since Wen Ling had already agreed and that this life would be his, then his body should not be contaminated with the breath of other men, and neither should women.

Of course, there can't be anything else that a man gives you.

Even if it's a paper crane for sound transmission.

Rong Zixian originally wanted to raise his hand to destroy it, but seeing that Wen Ling had already spoken to the paper crane, the soft voice slowly drifted into his ears.

Probably the voice of a little girl, born to treat him.

The fingers, which had been slowly tightened, were gently released at this moment.

It's just that the loose ones are not so reluctant.

Although Rong Zixian put it down on his face, he wrote down a person in his heart.

Senior Brother Jincheng.

Far away in the inner door statistical list, by the way, Jin Cheng, who gave the little junior disciples popular science and knowledge experience, inexplicably hit a spirit, and always felt that the back of his neck was cold.

"Caught in the wind?" Jin Cheng thinks it shouldn't be, he has already built a foundation, and it is impossible for him to suffer from the wind.

It's already a cultivated physique, so it's not going to be such a weak chicken, right?

Jin Cheng, who didn't figure it out, soon stopped thinking about it because he was busy with the things in hand.

And Wen Ling here has successfully recorded the sound, and then wrote Jincheng's name on the paper crane.

In fact, Jincheng's original name was not called this.

It's just that after entering the sect, the disciples of the inner gate will be uniformly changed to their names.

It's a break with the past.

From then on, he was just a person in the fairy gate, and he no longer had anything to do with mortal dust.

And Jincheng and their generation are all Jinzi generations.

It is said that the elder brother of Jianfeng is called Jinli.

It's just a rite of etiquette, not a carp of a carp.

Because of the thought of the name of this senior brother, Wen Ling took a second to think about his koi beads.

Considering that in the last world, it has already manifested, and this world, even if it is the natal world of the spirit, will no longer toss it.

The main thing is to be afraid, the world that needs it, no matter how hard it is, then the little ginseng essence should cry.

So, the world that doesn't need its help, let it recuperate first.

"Zixian, do you think I can cultivate in the future?" Wen Ling felt that if he wanted to change his current physique, he really had to rely on Rong Zixian.

The resources of the sect will not be inclined to the outer disciples.

Wen Ling is considered a relational household, but what he can get from the Lord of Shuqing Peak is also a limited thing.

More often than not, you have to figure it out on your own.

Although there are many opportunities for this kind of experience every year, the original owner does not always have the opportunity to go down the mountain and go with him.

Inner disciples often have the opportunity, and two out of three times will always be their turn.

But the outer disciples really depend on the eyes of the peak master.

Some people can't go out once a year to practice.

Because of the rarity of resources, coupled with his own five spirit roots, he really couldn't be saved.

Therefore, the original owner had to figure out his own way.

In the final analysis, no matter which world it is, it is the strong who are respected, and this is especially true in the world of cultivating immortals.

Therefore, if you want not to be beaten and angry in this world, then your strength must be strong.

The original owner wanted to become stronger, so he raised the fry.

However, they are all outer disciples who share the same fate as themselves, and they can't pick anything out of their hands.

If you go out to practice, you don't know the specific situation.

With such a big plug-in by his side, Wen Ling felt that he didn't need to use it in vain.

(End of chapter)