Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Ji Yan couldn't help but have expectations after listening to Zong Min's words. Although half a year was long, after she established the foundation, she would be considered a capable monk. She just didn't know how long it would take to catch up with her senior brother.

She asked Zong Min: "How long will it take for me to cultivate to the Nascent Soul?"

Zong Min originally thought she was asking how long it would take for him to form a golden elixir, but when he heard Nascent Soul, Zong Min was strangely silent for a long time before saying: "Senior Brother Shen practiced qi at the age of ten, built the foundation after three months, and completed it in two years. After getting the Golden Pill, it took another three years to get the Nascent Soul, which means he got the Nascent Soul at the age of 15."

The girl blinked: "So it will take at least five years?"

Zong Min: "..."

After he fell silent, he slowly said: "It takes at least five years to become a genius like Senior Brother Shen. I entered the Immortal Mountain when I was five years old, and more than ten years have passed before I formed the Golden Pill."

"Elder Guixu spent seven years to conceive a baby, and another ten years to reach the stage of becoming a god. Now Elder Guixu is a monk in the Mahayana stage. I heard from the master that it took him 50 years to go from becoming a god to the Mahayana stage. In Before Senior Brother Shen, Elder Guixu was the most talented monk in the entire Immortal Sect."

Ji Yan also fell silent. In this case, she might not be able to marry Yuanying in ten or twenty years.

Suddenly I felt that it was okay not to practice this Tao.

"Junior sister, there is no need to feel sad. Ordinary monks are pretty good at building foundations. If you practice for another three to five years, you should be able to form elixirs. There are only a few hundred golden elixir stage monks in the entire Immortal Sect."

The Changheng Immortal Sect almost represents the entire world of cultivation. Those who can get into the golden elixir are very popular wherever they go. In the past, there were golden elixir-level monks who came to the human world to serve as national advisors to the emperor, and even built a golden body for him after his death. It is not a waste of time to be worshiped by the world in the temple, and it is no worse than those powerful people.

But it is easier said than done, and golden elixir is not so easy to get.

"Senior Brother Zongmin, is there any way to improve your cultivation quickly?"

Ji Yan thought that if there was a method like bodybuilding that only caused some physical pain, she could try it.She didn't want to be too different from Shen Weichu, as that would only make her a drag on her senior brother when she was away from home.

When Zong Min heard her question, his expression changed and he became serious: "Junior sister, you must never take shortcuts in cultivating Taoism. The so-called shortcuts are actually crooked ways. The wanton evil cultivators in the outside world today are all because of practicing crooked ways. Willing to fall, their strength has indeed become stronger, but their Taoist hearts have become twisted. Now they are neither humans nor ghosts, and are not tolerated by the righteous Tao, and can only associate with the devil."

Ji Yan was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said: "That's not what I meant, senior brother. I just wanted to ask if there is a painful but quick way to improve strength like body training?"

"Ah?" Zong Min coughed, feeling a little embarrassed. He paused and began to think seriously, but then quickly shook his head, "There is basically no such method. Cultivating Taoism is not easy. What kind of elixirs and magic treasures are there? It can only make a slight improvement, but there is actually a way..."

Zong Min didn't want to continue talking at this point. Ji Yan was aroused by him and asked, "What method?"

Zong Min glanced at her and said, "It's not a good method. It's useless if you know it."

Ji Yan:?

No matter how she asked later, Zong Min refused to say anything. He turned red later and didn't say anything. Ji Yan thought he was angry, so she stopped asking. She planned to ask her senior brother tonight.

...

Quiet room.

Tonight is the last night. If Shen Weichu wasn't here, Ji Yan wouldn't come.

She wanted to see Shen Weichu's whip wounds before, but her senior brother wouldn't give them to her, and wouldn't let her apply medicine for him, saying that it was the rule of the immortal sect that the whip wounds could only be treated after the punishment was over.

When she came tonight, her senior brother was meditating on the couch. Ji Yan was curious. There were formations in the quiet room and there was no way to practice, so why did he still meditate?

She thought about it, put the glazed lantern away, and walked to Shen Weichu.

The senior brother's face was as beautiful as ever. The whole body of the meditating monk seemed to be coated with a layer of holy light, making people afraid to get close. However, Ji Yan was not afraid, but she did not disturb him. Instead, she lay on the couch and just put her head Lying on Shen Weichu's lap.

When the senior brother didn't respond, she called his name, and then "senior brother".

Before there was a response, Ji Yan stopped shouting. The senior brother seemed to be in trance. He could hear her calling him, but could not give a response for the time being.

She was bored alone and couldn't sit still, so she sat up.

She picked up the hem of her skirt and sat on Shen Weichu's lap, looking at his face up close. She was only one finger away from her senior brother's face. His skin was also very good, like a piece of delicate cold white jade.

Ji Yan stretched out her hand and pinched his face. When her senior brother didn't respond, she became even more bold. She pinched here, touched there, and even opened one of Shen Weichu's eyes.

But as soon as she saw those beautiful and solemn eyes, she was instantly frightened and retracted her hand, not daring to touch his eyes again.

When her fingers got tired, Ji Yan kissed him secretly. At first, she just kissed his forehead, and then kissed him on the lips.

She kissed him back and forth. She found it very interesting at first, but then she felt tired, so she got off Shen Weichu's lap and planned to sleep first.

But as soon as he grabbed the hem of the skirt and started to leave, he was pulled back and fell into his senior brother's arms.

When he raised his head, he was stunned again.

The monk's eyes are like the sky at night. In the suffocating darkness, there is only a proud and aloof full moon, without any flaws or defects, almost yet far away, yet near yet far away.

At first glance, it is so beautiful that your soul is sucked in. But when you take a closer look, it makes you want to escape.

But she was caught and couldn't escape.

Shen Weichu lowered her head slightly, and her black hair spread on her shoulders.

Ji Yan didn't know where to put her hands, so she still held the hem of her skirt, but her body was controlled by her senior brother's hands.

The monk lowered his cold eyelashes, calmed down and said, "Aren't you going to kiss me anymore?"

The exceptionally hoarse voice was like jade rubbing in the palm of your hand.

Ji Yan originally hummed, but looking at her senior brother's slightly opened lips and the cold fragrance gently blowing in front of her nose, she was momentarily dazed by the beauty, and immediately shook her head and said, "I want to kiss you again." .”

She pressed her lips up and bit Shen Weichu's lips. He seemed to be in pain, and a suppressed hum escaped from his throat. If it were before, Ji Yan would have apologized to him, but she didn't know why at the moment and just wanted to bully him again. He hurts.

Shen Weichu didn't move and let her kiss him randomly for a long time. Finally, when she was tired again, he raised his hand and held the junior sister's chin.

The junior sister's eyes were filled with water, and she said weakly, "I don't want to move anymore, senior brother, come here."

Shen Weichu tried his best to restrain himself from squeezing her in pain. The monk hummed softly with a very light voice and lowered his head towards her.

They were sitting down at first, but then they both rolled onto the couch.

Ji Yan felt that she had fallen asleep. When she woke up, her senior brother was still kissing her. She paused for a second, turned her head and pushed him away.

I remembered what I wanted to ask him when I came tonight, so I asked him at this time.

"Brother, I have a question to ask you."