For such a result, Zu Linshu himself couldn't figure it out, but he didn't agree to the request of his fellow sects, he felt that now that Lan Xuanmen had just regained its reputation, he shouldn't make trouble for the sect at this time.

But when he is alone, he can't help but feel worried, and even feel unjust. And under the stimulation of this injustice, he cultivated even harder than ordinary disciples.

In the middle of the night when it was a full moon, Zu Linshu flew out of the cave where he lived again and practiced swordsmanship in the mountain peak. Although it was no longer of much use for a monk who had passed the seventh level of Qi cultivation to cultivate swordsmanship, Zu Linshu still insisted on cultivating.

He thought that one day, he would be able to become the man who was like a man with a sword!

Even if you are much worse than that person, you have to work hard in that direction.

Lan Xuanmen's most ordinary basic sword technique, his cultivation of one move and one style, under the urging of internal qi, half a foot of sword light continued to swallow under the moonlight.

The cold light flickered, and the momentum went straight to Xiaohan!

At this time, Zu Linshu suddenly felt that the breath in his body was a little uncomfortable.

He's been stuck on this for a while. For this reason, he also consulted some elders, but the results he got were that he was not cultivated enough.

But he always felt that this was not the case, but he couldn't understand the mystery for a while.

Could it be that this time, just like the last time, is it trapped like this?

Zu Linshu was a little unwilling, he wanted to get closer to that man, he also wanted to sword in all directions one day, he couldn't just retreat.

"The breath is reversed, and the hand is raised three inches!" said in a flat voice with a hint of majesty. Instantly sounded in the heart of Zu Linshu.

Although he didn't hear clearly who the person who was speaking, Zu Linshu couldn't help but adjust his breath according to the arrangement of this senior.

In a flash. His whole person rose with the sword light, and the sword light, which was originally only a few feet, skyrocketed to one zhang, and directly cut down a big tree not far away.

This qiē gave Zu Linshu a feeling of dreaming, and the problem that had plagued him for a long time was easily solved by this sentence.

He was excited. Turning his head to look in the direction where he spoke, he saw a young man wearing a cyan robe, with a hint of softness between his eyebrows and eyes. He was smiling faintly at him.

This person's appearance has been deeply imprinted in his heart, making him unforgettable for the rest of his life!

This is his idol, his goal. Where his reverence lies!

He would have thought. The next time I saw him, I didn't know when it should be, but I didn't expect that he would stand in front of him today.

The momentary excitement made him a little speechless. But the figure came to his side and chuckled, "Your swordsmanship is a little too anxious." ”

"Cultivation, especially in terms of cultivating swordsmanship. Sometimes the more anxious you are, the more you get twice the result with half the effort. So in this regard, you have to remember that you can't go fast, and take your time. ”

At this time, Zu Linshu finally calmed down, and he bowed respectfully to Fang Ling and said, "Thank you for your guidance." ”

Fang Ling nodded, waving his sleeves and said, "You don't need to be polite, I'm very happy to see that you can cultivate so hard." ”

Speaking of this, Fang Ling continued: "According to what you did that day, Senior Nephew Ling was originally going to promote you to the core disciple of this sect, but I didn't agree. ”

Zu Linshu was stunned for the three words Ling Taifu and nephew, and then thought that this Ling nephew in his mouth was the Ling Taifu master who could decide their fate, and he was a little sweaty in his heart for a while, after all, he and Ling Taifu were a little far behind.

"Do you know why I'm not going to make you a core disciple?" Fang Ling's voice sounded in Zu Linshu's ears again.

For Zu Linshu, becoming a core disciple was one of his greatest wishes. Every sect spares no effort in the cultivation of core disciples, and it is of great benefit for him to become a core disciple.

If others blocked his path to becoming a core disciple, Zu Linshu would definitely scold, but Fang Ling was different.

Fang Ling's stop would only make Zu Linshu want to find the reason for his body more and more.

He looked at Fang Ling and said respectfully: "It's the disciple who is insufficient, so the master is ......."

"No, with your contribution, it is more than enough to become a core disciple of the Blue Xuanmen, but I don't want you to become an ordinary core disciple, I hope you can step through the foundation building and achieve the golden pill!"

As Fang Ling spoke, an extra jade slip appeared in his hand and said, "Here, there is a sword technique, I hope you can practice the sword technique, rely on your own efforts to achieve the foundation, and enter the position of a core disciple in a dignified manner." Remember my words, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. ”

Looking at the sword technique in Fang Ling's hand, Zu Linshu's heart was full of gratitude. He knelt on the ground respectfully, and said to Fang Ling in a deep voice: "In the future, the disciple will definitely work hard to live up to the expectations of the ancestor." ”

"When you have completed the foundation, it will be the day you will become my disciple. ”

These two short sentences were like two thunderbolts, constantly flashing in Zu Linshu's heart, and he dreamed of becoming a disciple of this person.

And this day seems to have really come.

Zu Linshu left excitedly, and just after his figure disappeared into the shadow of the mountain peak, Liu Zhongyu sighed: "This kid's creation is not shallow!"

"This is what he deserves!" Fang Ling smiled faintly and said, "My disciple, although he doesn't require a genius peerless, he must definitely have blood!"

The two words of blood and qi made Liu Zhongyu groan for a while, and finally nodded and said: "It shouldn't be wrong for you to pass on the foundation building sword technique of Tianxuanmen to him." ”

Fang Ling's cultivation place was a small mountain not too far from the main peak, because he had to prepare for the trip to the Great Sumeru Mountain, so Fang Ling had already ordered him to go down, there was nothing to do, don't come to disturb him.

Fang Ling was in Lanxuanmen at this time, that was the highest ancestor, his words were the law, the Tao, and the qiē.

Therefore, even if there were countless disciples who had the heart to admire this ancestor's demeanor, they still did not dare to disobey Fang Ling's instructions. Even Ling Taifu, as the head of the house, didn't dare to disturb Fang Ling's purity.

But on this day, Ling Taifu still sacrificed the jade talisman and came to Fang Ling Qingxiu's cave mansion. It's not that there is anything big that Fang Ling has to call the shots, speaking of which, it's just a small matter.

It can even be said to be a small thing that ordinary foundation building disciples can do.

But this incident made Ling Taifu not know what to do.

Someone came to Lan Xuanmen to apprentice, and this kind of thing has become more and more since Fang Lingjian slashed the two Jindan real people of the Tianhe Sect.

And the reason why it is difficult for Ling Taifu to make decisions is mainly because of the identity of this apprentice. If it is an ordinary apprentice, even if it is the son and nephew of Jin Dan Zhenren, or the crown prince of the king of a country, Ling Taifu can also call the shots.

But this person, he just can't make up his mind.

This person's identity is just an ordinary fisherwoman, a fisherwoman who has no cultivation qualifications at all.

If it were in the past, the deacon's disciples would have driven away this fisherman girl who couldn't cultivate anything, but for this fisherman girl, they didn't dare.

Because she was Yan Nier, the Yan Nier who had been taking good care of Fang Ling when he was in a coma.

Fang Ling listened to Ling Taifu's report and fell into a deep groan. For him, it's easy to solve, but it's hard to solve.

He knew what this infatuated woman was thinking, but this, now he was really difficult to give.

Stepping on the mountain peak and looking down at the sky, Fang Ling saw that the woman who was still wearing a linen dress was standing stubbornly at the bottom of the mountain.

After Fang Ling became Jing Xuanzi, he gave all the properties around the fishing village to Yan Dazhu, relying on these gifts, Yan Dazhu has become a wealthy party, and this woman seems to have changed nothing.

Looking at the familiar person, Fang Ling's heart moved, he stepped on the void, came to the woman's approach without thought and dust, and smiled lightly: "Coming?"

Many of the people from the Lanxuanmen who were watching the excitement by Yan Nier's side, and the moment they saw Fang Ling, they all showed expressions of awe.

Yan Ni'er looked at Fang Ling with a stupid gaze for a while before she smiled and said, "It's here." ”

"The scenery of this Lanxuanmen is good, I'll take you to take a look. As he spoke, Fang Ling reached out and took Yan Nier's hand and stepped towards the sky.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the rivers and mountains are picturesque.

Looking down at the world, Yanni took his hand, and suddenly felt that all the fatigue and anxiety had disappeared at this moment, and her nervous and tired body and mind were also released to the maximum extent at that moment!

When she stared at the man beside her affectionately, her whole face was filled with a kind of love that could not be concealed, that kind of love was like a warm sunshine, which made people feel comfortable, and she couldn't help but want to cry, smile, and be moved......

The white clouds are long, and there is no scenery in the Blue Xuanmen.

Fang Ling stood in the air, looking at a small wooden house that appeared in the depths of the white clouds, and was speechless for a long time.

"Brother Jing Xuanzi, the avenue is alone, how can we monks encounter such a righteous thing, sometimes, when it is interrupted, it will be chaotic!"

The Venerable Master of Tianyang stood beside Fang Ling and sighed faintly: "The heart of the Dao is like iron, we should have the courage to climb, some vulgar fate, it should be allowed to pass, it is better to be in the past." ”

Fang Ling nodded and smiled, "Thank you, Brother Dao." ”

The Venerable Master Tianyang waved his hand and smiled, and said calmly: "We are our own family, why should we be so polite, I think back then, I also had a young age." ”

Looking at the Heavenly Yang Venerable who looked like a person who had come over, Fang Ling was happy in his heart. The heart said that you are hundreds of years old, am I still curious about your story back then!

"By the way, brother, two days ago, I received a report from my disciple that there is a village in the northwest of Sanyang Mountain, and all the residents were forcibly sucked to death!"

Master Tianyang's face was very tense, and he said in a deep voice: "If it weren't for a disciple who went into the mountains to collect medicine, I wouldn't have seen this situation, I went to check it yesterday, and it should have been the corpse that day." (To be continued......)

PS: Is it the end? Is this the end of Fang Ling and the cute little Yannier? Huhu, cats need tickets from their brothers, and the more tickets, the better the cat's answer!