If the bragging comes true, then it doesn’t count as bragging.

You are indeed a dedicated person.

I only like beautiful women.

Over the past twenty years, this belief has never changed.

Dedicated indeed.

Tongzi complained in his mind.

Ning Yuan didn't know its complaints.

Instead, I started to concentrate on playing the game.

While playing, he exclaimed.

"Wucao, this game is awesome."

Judging from the painters of this game, both the environment and the characters gave Ning Yuan a strong sense of immersion.

Ning Yuan just logged into the game and went online.

A prompt pops up.

[Congratulations to the players for getting online rewards]

[Low-grade spiritual stone*100, low-grade treasure Qingyun Sword*1, second-grade healing pill*1]

[Low-grade spiritual stone: can assist monks in their cultivation]

[Qingyun Sword: Cutting Iron Like Clay]

[Second-grade healing pill: can be used to heal injuries caused by monks in the foundation building stage]

[Please ask if you want to receive it]

"Hey, it looks like this is a gift package for newbies, of course you can get it."

Ning Yuan clicked the receive button of the mouse.

100 spirit stones, Qingyun Sword and second-grade healing pills were immediately stored in his warehouse.

The reward has just been collected.

The screen on the computer changed again.

A small hill appeared on the screen.

There is a dilapidated ruin on a small hill.

This ruins is very dilapidated, with only two large bluestones at the door still standing stubbornly.

There is a plaque mounted on two large bluestones.

The plaque has the words Fuyun Sect written on it.

In the back mountain of Fuyun Sect.

Inside a thatched house.

A woman in plain clothes was kneeling in front of a simple bed.

On the bed was a dying old man, his eyes closed.

Already fell into a severe coma.

He looked like he was seriously injured and dying.

The old man on the bed is the master of the woman Zhao Yanran.

That is, the contemporary leader of the Fuyun Sect, Zhao Wuji.

7th level of cultivation in Qi refining period.

Half a month ago, Zhao Wuji obtained a second-grade flame grass in the Monster Mountain Range.

Unexpectedly, he was bumped into by a foundation-building monk.

Unexpectedly, he did not respect martial ethics and bullied the weak. He severely injured Zhao Wuji on the spot and took away the flame grass.

So, Zhao Wuji became like this.

During the period when the master was seriously injured.

Zhao Yanran asked all the pharmacists within a hundred miles, and they all said there was nothing they could do unless they could get a second-grade healing pill.

Only then can Zhao Wuji be cured.

If there is no second-grade healing pill.

Zhao Wuji could only survive for half a month.

But the second-grade healing pill is something that monks in the foundation-building stage cherish very much.

Where can monks like them in the Qi refining stage get it.

Today is Master's deadline.

By now.

Zhao Yanran was completely desperate and realized that her master might not be saved.

I saw the old man on the bed, who was as thin as gold paper.

Zhao Yanran's beautiful eyes were full of desolation, and she couldn't stop the tears from flowing down: "Master, I have found out clearly that the monk who injured you is three hundred miles away from here, the foundation-building ancestor of the Shenma Sect, Hu Lai , the disciple is currently only at the third level of the Qi Refining Stage, and with the disciple’s qualifications, he may not be able to break through the Foundation Establishment Stage in his lifetime. The disciple may not be able to help you avenge him, but the revenge for killing the master must be avenged, so the disciple decides.”

Speaking of it.

There was a hint of determination in the woman's eyes.

He said decisively: "My disciple wants to cut ties with you and cut off the relationship between master and disciple. From now on, you are not my master, and I am not your disciple. Please ask someone else to take revenge on you."

"Cough cough."

The old man who was motionless on the bed suddenly coughed violently.

After a while, he opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Master, you are alive."

Zhao Yanran rushed to the old man's side and said with red eyes.

Zhao Wuji said weakly: "Yanran, cough, cough, I had a dream just now. I dreamed that you wanted to cut off my robe and sever my ties with me."

Zhao Yanran wiped her tears with the back of her hand and said, "Master, that was not a dream, that was what I said myself."

Zhao Wuji: "?"

Seeing the old man getting excited again.

Zhao Yanran said quickly: "Master, your deadline is estimated to be here this time, and you may not be able to survive it. After you leave, our sect's property may not be preserved. I plan to take my junior brothers and sisters directly to the deep mountains and old forests. Gone to practice."

Fuyun Sect also has its own industry.

After all, it is a sect with monks in the Qi Refining Stage.

Therefore, it can occupy a small spiritual field around Fuyun Mountain.

The quality of this spiritual field is not very good, but it can still produce spiritual grain.

Within ten miles of Fuyun Mountain, there are many ordinary people living.

These common people will help Fuyun Sect plant spiritual fields.

After the Linggu is harvested, he will keep [-]% for himself and the other [-]% will be handed over to the Fuyun Sect. This is the main source of income for the Fuyun Sect.

While Zhao Wuji was still here, with his cultivation at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage, he could naturally guard this spiritual field.

But if the master is gone, with Zhao Yanran's strength, he probably won't be able to hold on.

As far as she knows.

During the period when the master was seriously injured.

The two surrounding families, with fifth-level monks at the Qi Refining stage, have been trying to occupy her spiritual field.

It's just that the master hasn't fallen yet, so they don't dare to show it too obviously.

Once Zhao Wuji's death is confirmed, Zhao Yanran can guarantee that the two families will come to him immediately.

Hearing Zhao Yanran's words.

Zhao Wuji's eyes also showed loneliness.

If she is not here, how will Yanran and the two little ones survive?

"Yanran, can I really not save her anymore?" Zhao Wuji's voice became weaker and weaker.

Zhao Yanran shook her head with red eyes.

Said no.

She was abandoned by her parents when she was a baby, and it was Zao Wuji who took her home and adopted her.

Her last name is also after Zhao Wuji. It can be said that Zhao Wuji is not only his master, but also equivalent to her father.

Seeing her master seriously injured and dying, she, as a disciple, was unable to help, which made her heart ached.

If there was someone who could help her save her master at this time, she, Zhao Yanran, swore that she would work for him without any hesitation.

Just when Zhao Yanran was having such thoughts, a disembodied voice came into her mind without warning.

[Damn, it looks like a master-disciple relationship, I was moved]

Huaian Bureau Office.

Ning Yuan held a tissue and wiped away non-existent tears.

It was so touching.

on his computer screen.

You can clearly see the movements of Zhao Wuji and Zhao Yanran in the room.

Of course, Ning Yuan couldn't hear their voices.

But the computer screen has narration.

There are various plot introductions.

With these plot words and the actions of Zhao Yanran.

Ning Yuan can also guess the story accurately.

This is the plot of the master being seriously injured and bidding farewell to his apprentice.

The plot of the story is very cliché.

But the style of this game is really good.

Ning Yuan even noticed that the female game character Zhao Yanran actually had micro-expressions on her face.

The look with red eyes and tears in her eyes that was silent was really endearing.

"This game is so realistic."

"I love this Zhao Yanran so much."

the other side.

Zhao Yanran looked around the room warily.

At the same time, the disembodied man's voice continued to sound.

Then she heard something.

[I love this Zhao Yanran so much]

"Are you in love?"

Is this man showing love to her?

Zhao Yanran's face was filled with anger: "Who is this master, teasing this little girl?"

Zhao Wuji was already very sleepy and could hardly open his eyes.

He forcefully opened his eyes again, looked at Zhao Yanran and said, "Disciple, what are you talking about?"

Zhao Yanran was alert to her surroundings and looked at her master: "Master, did you hear anyone talking?"

"Yes, aren't you just talking?"

"Well, that's not what the master is about. I'm talking about whether you heard a strange man talking."

Zhao Wuji listened for a while.

After confirming it, he said.

"No, Yanran, are you too tired recently? Are you hallucinating?"

Zhao Wuji felt a little overwhelmed.

Logically speaking.

He's the one who's dying, okay, shouldn't he be the one who's hallucinating? Why is it Yanran?

Where is anyone talking here?

Hearing the master's words, Zhao Yanran was stunned.

Isn't there anyone talking? But what he heard just now was really true, it was obviously a man talking.

Come, come, he's talking again.

[Holy shit, what is this Zhao Yanran doing looking around? Is there some powerful enemy coming? But I didn’t receive any plot prompts here]

[Forget it, forget it, this Zao Wuki seems to be dying soon]