Descendants of Daoism of Daqin

Su Ying looked at the familiar hut and smiled slightly, sat down on the familiar futon, closed his eyes, and sank into it.

"System, list my current data."

[Host: Su Ying.

Age: eighteen.

Affiliated sect: Taoist Tianzong.

Affiliated sect: Taoist Tianzong.

Apparent identity: Daoist sect successor.

Hidden identity: Silver-faced fairy, lord of the red-browed dragon and snake... (There is also a hidden hidden identity, which will be revealed later)

Internal strength level: top middle level

Martial arts practiced: [Heart is like still water] [Wanchuan Qiushui] [Heaven and earth lose color] [Harmony with light and dust] [Taiyi Youxianbu] [Swordplay] [Consonant finger]...

Special items: Qinglian Yihuo, a piece of spirit clothing, an intermediate storage ring, a Linglong water-avoiding bead, a basalt grass, a star gold stone...,

Remaining reading points: 3293 points]

In the past three years, Su Ying has traveled around the world, read a lot of books and ancient books, and the number of reading points has increased a lot after Xiaoshengxianzhuang. Things may be more in quantity, but the quality will decrease.

The news of Su Ying's return quickly spread throughout the entire Tianzong through the mouth of those elders, and the disciples of Tianzong passed on each other.

"Elder Mu, is this little master very powerful?" Xiao Meng, a delicate-looking little girl with gray hair and snow-white skin, was holding a wooden sword and asked Mu Songzi next to her.

"Well, it's very powerful. It can be said that he is a rare talent in hundreds of years in our Tianzong. His aptitude is extraordinary and rare." Mu Songzi smiled emotionally while touching his beard. "You know, when he was 11 years old, he alone defeated six elders including me."

"Okay, that's amazing." Xiaomeng opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth slightly, very cute.

Mu Songzi looked at Xiaomeng in front of him, and suddenly thought of something in his mind.

Little Martial Uncle seems to have no disciples yet...

In the evening, Chisongzi's voice came from outside Su Ying's door: "Junior Brother, are you there?"

The door opened, Su Ying with disheveled hair and a lazy expression appeared in the eyes of several people.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Su Ying's eyes moved from Chisongzi and Musongzi to a little girl with gray hair and jade carvings in Taoist shirt below.

Xiao Meng... The name flashed across Su Ying's mind.

The little girl Xiao Meng raised her head and looked at Su Ying, looking directly at him, her eyes were big and clear, full of spirituality.

"Junior Brother, I discussed it with Elder Mu Songzi. You have no disciples yet. This little girl is named Xiaomeng. She has very good qualifications. She is not much worse than you were at the beginning. All the elders, including me, think that I don't have the qualifications to teach her well. In the entire Tianzong, only you and Master Beimingzi have this ability, and Master Beimingzi has already accepted you as a personal disciple... It's really not good to bother him anymore. Do you think it's possible to let her worship you?" Chi Songzi stroked his beard and looked at Su Ying with a smile.

"Let me accept her as a disciple?" Su Ying was a little surprised.

"That's right, her name is Xiaomeng." Chisongzi laughed.

"You are Su Ying's little master?" Xiaomeng's tender and clear voice sounded in the arena, and everyone turned their eyes to her. She was looking up at Su Ying and said: "The elders say you are very powerful."

Su Ying bent over, squatted down in front of her, propped his elbows on his knees, rested his chin on one hand, looked directly at her big clear and round eyes with a smile and said with a smile: "Yes, I am indeed very powerful, at least I will teach you There is nothing wrong with this disciple."

He stretched out his hand and pinched Xiaomeng's cheeks, which still had a bit of baby fat. His skin was as jade-like as water, and it felt very good.

"I'll accept this disciple." Su Ying played with Xiaomeng's cheek and said to Chisongzi and Musongzi with his back. The two old men were happy when they heard the words, and nodded with satisfaction.

"From today onwards, you are my disciple." Su Ying looked at Xiaomeng in front of him and smiled, "Call me Master from now on."

Xiaomeng's cheeks bulged slightly, and she glanced away arrogantly. "I don't care about it." But Su Ying still saw a trace of joy in her eyes.

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Chapter 35 Qin Wang Yingzheng

From that day on, Xiaomeng and Su Ying lived together, and Xiaomeng moved to Su Ying's hut to live together. They lived together in food and clothing, and they stayed together for a moment. The relationship between the two developed rapidly.

a few days later.

In the back mountain of Tianzong Hall, in a quiet mountain forest and grassland.

Su Ying and Xiao Meng sat cross-legged opposite each other, both of them were dressed in white Taoist robes, Xiao Meng was exquisitely carved with jade, very cute, while Su Ying looked ethereal like a fairy, refined and refined.

"Yesterday I taught you the mental method of the mind like still water, and today I will teach you the supreme mental method of my Taoist Tianzong Wanchuan Qiushui. These two internal skills and mental methods, one is for release, the other is for retraction. There is great strength between retraction and release. It's amazing." Su Ying raised his right hand to Xiaomeng and said, "Give me your hand."

Xiaomeng raised a hand and put it on Su Ying's palm according to her words. Her hand was small, slender, smooth and slightly cool, like the finest jade.

Su Ying thought to himself, but the movements in his hands did not stop, a pure internal force went from Su Ying's hand towards Xiaomeng's body: "Just like yesterday, remember the way this internal force operates."

Xiaomeng closed her eyes and carefully felt her body. The warm sunlight shone down, and the two of them seemed to be bathed in golden light, one big and one small, naturally harmonious.

in the afternoon.

"Are you hungry?" Su Ying asked blankly, lying lazily on the grass with his hands behind his head, looking at Xiaomeng sitting in front of him.

Xiaomeng rubbed her stomach, and cast her big eyes on Su Ying.

"A little hungry."

"What do you usually eat?"

"Wild fruit, porridge, etc." Xiaomeng replied.

Su Ying nodded, "Wait for me." As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the arena, and after a while, he came back with a bosom full of wild fruits.