There is a kaolin flower in the cultivation realm, which is a collection of thousands of favors.

Ling Xuchen, born in the first family of the cultivation realm, is the eldest son of the head of the Ling family, born with a sword bone, just six years old was accepted by the Ling Xiao Sword Sect's Transformation God Powerful Sword Ancestor as the only personal disciple, but with such a talent, even if he looks extremely beautiful, what is even more hateful is that the genius who can soar by 'eating and waiting for death' is even harder than everyone else.

When others were still selling cuteness and competing for favor, they had already killed the demon clan with a sword, and when their peers were still trying to struggle towards the foundation building period, they had already succeeded in forming a pill, rushed into the hinterland of the demon clan, crossed the level and killed several demon geniuses, seriously injured a master of the Yuan infant stage, and even returned to the Lingxu Sword Sect with intact limbs under the heavy siege of the demon clan.

Therefore, when this kaolin flower was out of reach of the sun, all the geniuses tacitly chose to ignore him, they were human beings, so they didn't care about freaks!

Even those girls who covet beauty have expressed their unworthiness.

And so.

When one person stood side by side with this kaolin flower in a weak and delicate manner, everyone was angry......

The forbidden place of the Lingxu Sword Sect's back mountain.

At this time, the quiet and rigorous atmosphere of the past has been changed, and the crisp and melodious voice like a yellow warbler is hovering in the forest, chirping, and it looks like it is not excited.

"Shizun~Shizun~ Is this how you dance the sword?"

"Jing'er, the sword master is slaughtering, you can't say dancing, come to the master to teach you, your hand should be lower, so that you can defeat the enemy with one blow. ”

"Well, that's the case, the master is so good~"

The man coughed dryly, "Ahem, come, let's take a step, Jing'er's foundation is unstable, so don't worry, take your time step by step, if you feel tired, rest for a while." ”

"But Jing'er is afraid of embarrassing the master and the senior brother. ”

"It's okay, as long as Jing'er is safe and happy, the master will be satisfied. As for your senior brother, he is cheeky...... Well, if you're obsessed with kendo, you won't be affected by foreign objects. ”

"Senior brother is amazing!"

"Isn't the master powerful?"

"Shizun is the best~"

......

The master is kind and generous, the disciple is innocent and lovely, and the tall and indifferent man carefully educates him, even if the disciple is dancing there with fists and legs, the man can't bear to scold, and even praises and applauds there.

The man who was drinking tea in the house couldn't help but purse the corners of his mouth, the master who hung him when he was a child, beat and scolded him when he made a little mistake, the sword ancestor who didn't smile and killed people without blinking, was really the man in front of him who smiled like a flower?

"Master, the demon stronghold has been wiped out, and no one has fled. The clear and cold voice was like a cold winter wind, breaking the joyful atmosphere.

Jian Ancestor didn't reply, waved his hand lightly, and continued to smile and coax the little apprentice, "Jing'er, are you tired, do you want to eat a spirit fruit?"

Chong Jing blinked his big bright and bright eyes, and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, "With the master by her side, Jing Er won't feel tired!"

Jian Zu did not hesitate to praise, "Jing'er is so powerful!"

"Shizun is also powerful!"

The two boasted about each other, and they were not ashamed at all.

Ling Xuchen couldn't listen to it anymore, since he returned to the sect, he found that the Ling Xiao Sword Sect, who was keen on swordsmanship, was serious and introverted in the past, and the disciples who had been pondering swordsmanship all day long were actually chatting there, and the object of conversation was this little junior sister who was too beautiful to talk about.

Syllable!

The sword rested heavily on the table.

Jian Zu finally turned his face back, very disgusted, "Why are you still here?!"

Ling Xuchen paused, and said expressionlessly, "The disciple is waiting for the master to reply." ”

Jian Zu scolded impatiently, "What are you talking about, I see that you are addicted to killing and killing, and you don't even know how to care about your little junior sister, you know that you kill demons and kill demons all day long! Are those demons important to have your little junior sister?"

Half a sentence does not leave the little sister.

Ling Xuchen was a little impatient, he was tired of hearing the three words of the little junior sister, and walked out of the house, when the whole person was exposed to the sun, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were gloomy.

Dressed in white, he is amazingly talented. The face is handsome and exquisite, the nose is like a hanging beam, the lips are like Dan, the skin is like coagulation, it is the most beautiful structure in the world, but the black eyes are cold and waveless, and the eyebrows seem to be condensed with the cold ice of the polar snow-capped mountains for thousands of years, which makes people daunted.

The whole person is like the silver-white sword in his hand, elegant and cold, beautiful and dangerous.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Ling Xuchen always felt that the little girl hidden behind the master swept over his indescribable parts intentionally or unintentionally.

"Master, if you are fine, the disciple will retreat first. ”

Chongjing's face turned pale, and he cried and pulled the sleeve of the Sword Ancestor, and said cautiously, "Master, doesn't Senior Brother like Jing'er?"

Ling Xuchen glanced at her lightly, the pear blossoms brought rain, delicate and tender, well, it really looked like the pug he raised when he was a child.

And then he walked away without looking back, gone!

"Bastard, get back to the deity!"

The Sword Ancestor was furious, and a spiritual power bound Ling Xuchen, but unexpectedly, the man's figure flashed, and he had already disappeared into the dense woods.

Jian Zu was so angry that his fingertips trembled, and he only felt that his face was crackling and painful.

Chong Jing is sluggish, she has always been invincible with this face, and she who eats all ages, she has been ignored!

Ling Xuchen, who walked halfway up the mountain, could still hear the cowardly cry on the mountain, as well as the coaxing sound of the master who was overwhelmed and sluggish and stiff, not only did he not look back, but even disappeared in the forbidden land of the back mountain in the blink of an eye with the Shenxing talisman.

"Master, does the senior brother dislike me? Did I do something wrong to make the senior brother disgusted, woo, is Jing'er annoying...... Woo, Jing'er has no face to see people, Jing'er is going home!"

"Don't cry, don't blame Jing'er, it's all your senior brother who has no heart and no liver, he kills too much, and he has no human feelings, and he only has that sword in his eyes. Don't talk about Jing'er, even if I am a master, I am not as important as a demon in his heart......"

For example, he said a lot of words, and in the end, the Sword Ancestor felt that his carefully educated apprentice was so bad!

After an hour, Jian Zu wiped the cold sweat, and looked at the disciple who had fallen asleep from crying, and couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

The battle of immortals and demons a hundred years ago was not so fatal!

Thinking of the troublemaker who made him inexplicably blame, Jian Zu couldn't help but grit his teeth, hating it so much! If he knew this, he should have let him not come back outside for a hundred and eighty years!

The spurned Ling Xuchen was already sitting in Zixiao Peak at this time, leisurely tasting tea, and the restrained middle-aged man on the main seat was none other than Zi Chen, the head of the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

"Zhige, it's rare to see in a hundred years, what's the matter? I'm tired of killing demons, and I finally remember your uncle. Zi Chen crushed the transmission note in his hand and asked with a smile.

"No, no. "I won't say a word more.

Zi Chen touched the beard on his chin, and his eyes rolled, "Then you are here for your little junior sister?"

Ling Xuchen did not deny it, and said coldly, "Yes." ”