Dusty was standing behind her, his palm already full of spiritual power in case of emergency.

Although Jiang Li is cute, she has a stubborn personality and always holds on.

Seeing that he was about to finish drawing, he still didn't hold on, and he didn't control the force in his hand, and the rune paper suddenly floated to the side.

A faint glow of fire drifted by.

"Did I make it?"

Jiang Li said dragging his weak body.

But the strange thing is that the fire did not slowly extinguish, and fell straight towards the spirit beast Yunxi who was resting beside the spirit tree.

Yunxi is a spirit deer, who has been with Dust since he was a child, and is the only spirit animal that has been with Dust for thousands of years, and is a very important friend in Dust's mind.

Immediately afterwards, there was the cry of the spirit deer.

"Yunxi!"

The dust soared into the air, and with a wave of his arm, the flame that fell on Yunxi's tail was quickly extinguished.

Then he fell to Yun Xi's side and hurriedly healed it.

Jiang Li panted tiredly, crossed his hands on his hips, and looked timidly at the master under the spirit tree.

Her instincts told her that she was in trouble.

She cautiously walked on her short legs towards the dust.

But before he could get closer, he was stopped by a scolding.

"Stop! Don't come! ”

Since apprenticeship, Jiang Li has never seen such a big temper in the dust, so he quickly shrunk his neck in fear, and his feet seemed to be tied with a thousand catties of lead, and he didn't dare to move.

Xu is healing pain, Linglu Yunxi wailed a few times from time to time, resounding throughout the entire Bodhi Peak.

Jiang Li bit her lip lightly, feeling guilty.

After about two cups of tea, Dye Chen slowly got up, the white robe rose with the wind, and I saw him raise his hand slightly, and the spirit beast turned into a phantom, becoming a wisp of light smoke and entering the jade ring of Dye Chen's right thumb.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

Ran Chen didn't turn around, and his cold tone made the surroundings instantly colder, but fortunately, the fire spirit bead in Jiang Li's body was sheltered, otherwise he would definitely shudder.

"Master, I'm sorry."

Jiang Li lowered her head and looked at her toes.

"Since you know your mistakes, then punish you for thinking about it behind closed doors, copying the meditation theory a hundred times, and you can't eat if you can't finish writing!"

The dust head didn't come back, and left directly.

By the time Jiang Li raised his head, the master was gone.

She felt sad in her heart, and the little tears in her eyes flowed down.

Obediently, he turned around and walked towards his room.

Jiang Li knows the theory of meditation, there are as many as five bamboo sticks, and he is not familiar with writing, so he can only write it until the Year of the Monkey and the month of the horse? I came to apprentice because of the tribulation, who would have thought that I would be so unlucky.

Dusty returned to his room, his thoughts in a mess.

He sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, trying to be meticulous.

At this time, Linglu Yunxi was in the jade ring, nourished by his own aura, and nourished his injuries.

After checking the dust, the skin was only slightly burned, and it was fine.

For some reason, his state of mind was slow to calm down.

Was it too harsh on ginger pear just now? After all, she is still young, and her mastery of magic is not very stable, and she didn't mean to.

Over the years, I have never cared so much about what others think, but now, I am a little uneasy.

He opened his eyes, sighed lightly, and got up to take a look at Jiang Li.

Today is a good day, and the flowers and fruits on the spirit tree are ripening little by little.

In the shade of the trees, several spirit birds are chirping.

Dust appeared, and they immediately flew away in fright.

He looked at the closed door, and instead of pushing it in, he closed his eyes and Gnosis infiltrated the room.

Jiang Li was lying on the table, clumsily holding the pen and writing seriously on the bamboo slips.

The dusty phantom slowly approached, and found that several copies had been copied on one side of the table, and he glanced at the handwriting on it, revealing a helpless expression.

Those words are like ants crawling, and they really embarrass her.

I didn't want to disturb her, but suddenly, Ran Chen's lips were a little pale, and then she realized that when she just used the fire spell, she had already used most of her spiritual power, and now she was afraid that she was holding her body.

Dusty couldn't hide his distress, retracted his spiritual sense, slowly approached the front of the house, and pushed open the door.

Hearing a squeak, Jiang Li hurriedly put down the pen and got up to look behind him.

"Master, Master......"

I saw that her little hand was reaching out behind the back, and she didn't dare to take it out, as if she was afraid of something.

"Write again when you're full, and you can't miss it again!"

Dusty finally relented, stretched out his hand, and conjured a plate.

Soon, a leisurely peach blossom fragrance entered the tip of his nose, and Jiang Li's eyes widened in surprise.

"Master, didn't you say that only when an apprentice learns the fire spell can he eat this peach blossom cake?"

Jiang Li said, but his eyes were always staring directly at the plate in his hand, and his stomach was already growling with hunger.

"You can be regarded as having learned, but there are still shortcomings, and being a teacher is not a person who does not believe in his words."

Dye Chen looked at her pitiful appearance, and couldn't bear to deny her technique.

"Great! The apprentice has finally been approved by the master! ”

When Jiang Li heard this, she jumped up happily, and then carefully spread out her little hand and took the plate from Dust's hand.

"The premise is to copy the meditation theory."

"Obey orders!"

Jiang Li happily forgot the pain of being punished for copying.

She returned to the table, picked up the pen, and began to transcribe in high spirits.

That plate of peach blossom crisp is not a simple peach blossom crisp, Dye Dust secretly poured a lot of spiritual power, in order to protect Jiang Li's weak body.

Seeing her contented appearance, Dye Chen smiled knowingly and waved away.

Bodhi Peak is the closest mountain peak to the stars and moon, the sky is dark, the stars are dotted, and the artistic conception is extraordinary.

Dying Dust was meditating in Lingyun Jiao, and suddenly, the spiritual power in his body was slightly disordered, and he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at a mountain forest under the cliff.

He had cultivated for thousands of years, and he had already been able to perceive the turmoil of spiritual power for several miles around him, and just now he noticed that there were waves of spiritual power not far away, as if it was a fight.

This is the realm of Bodhi Peak, how can there be a fight?

Dusty had a bad premonition, and with a slight wave, the Ice Dust Sword had already appeared in front of him.

.......

At this time, Jiang Li had already finished boiling a candlelight, and then he finished copying.

She hurriedly put down the pen in her hand and rubbed her already sore wrist.

"I'm so tired from writing, my wrist hurts!"

She had already coveted the peach blossom crisp in front of her, and without waiting for her wrist to ease, she hurriedly picked up the peach blossom crisp and ate it.

"It's delicious!"

I took a bite of the ginger pear and was pleasantly surprised by the sweet taste.

Six pieces of peach blossom cake, she only spent two cups of tea to eat it all.

After eating, I didn't forget to rub my fingers.

It's a pity that there are only a few, and it's not enough to fill your stomach.

She touched her still shriveled belly, couldn't hold back her thoughts, and got up to find something to eat.

Jiang Li tiptoed open the door, for fear of alarming the master.