Cultivation card draw NPC

"You are kind."

Gongsun Ying put his hands behind his back and didn't look at Jiang Youlin who was flustered, but only stared at Jiang Qinfeng coldly.Jiang Manor's well-cared-for other courtyard is densely forested, quiet and elegant, and it is not as tall as him, tall and proud as a pine tree.

"I am a pushy person, and I must learn better when people watch me."

"Okay, that's what you said."

Immortal Master Gongsun flicked his robes, and a silver sword flew out from the sleeves, shining brightly in the sun, one could tell it was not ordinary.

"Congratulations to the player for successfully receiving the equipment card [Ming Tian Wu Lingxin Sword]! Have you confirmed the equipment and checked the detailed information?"

Jiang Qinfeng swept roughly, and saw the Spiritual Heart Sword on the card rushing out of the golden cauldron, the aura was turbulent, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and the sun was infinite.

After the card, there is another book: The Spirit Heart Sword, the second-grade sword, is the famous work of Qi Linzi, a master of the Kaihuang Realm. It uses the thousand-year-old black iron as the sword body, and the black dragon spirit element as the sword soul. It was born in the mysterious cauldron of heaven and earth. Not only is it extremely tenacious, but it also has aura swirling all over its body, and it can also change with the sword owner's mind.

"I have shocked the world of comprehension with my supreme swordsmanship in the Qing Dynasty, and you will be a sword cultivator in the future. This sword is still good enough to make up for your little dirty dog."

If Jiang Qinfeng hadn't read the introduction of the card and heard Gongsun Ying's disgusted tone, he would have thought that some roadside stall bought the sword.

"Thank you Uncle Gongsun, I will definitely work hard to practice." Jiang Qinfeng suddenly felt that no matter what other people's temper is, Gongsun Ying is really good to him.

He rubbed his hands excitedly, and carefully pulled out the Spiritual Heart Sword stuck in the ground. The Spiritual Heart Sword immediately became smaller, just fitting in his hand. The pocket version of the sword actually looked a little cute.

What followed was the boring class time. Fortunately, although Gongsun Ying had an old-fashioned and serious personality, he talked about the theory of self-cultivation and introductory mental methods. Although it was not very interesting, with Jiang Qinfeng's 20-year-old IQ, he quickly mastered it.

The level of cultivation in this world is divided into eight levels: Foundation Establishment, Bigu, Core Formation, Yuanying, Clutch, Kongming, Nirvana, and Dacheng, and each level is divided into three periods: front, middle and back.In general, the gap between grades and grades can be said to be a world of difference, and the gap between periods and periods is not particularly large.

It was only then that Jiang Qinfeng realized that Gongsun Ying in front of him turned out to be a master of cultivation in the late Yuanying period, and even City Lord Jiang was a monk in the middle period of alchemy.

"Your spiritual root is rare in a thousand years, and your aptitude for cultivation is also rare in a hundred years. It's really good, add a plum blossom." Even the strict Immortal Master Gongsun couldn't help showing appreciation for this learning speed.

According to what he just taught, Jiang Qinfeng sat cross-legged and practiced the basic mental method for a while, starting from the most basic absorption of spiritual energy and nourishing the spiritual field, to experience the magical journey of cultivating immortals.His spiritual root is pure and perfect, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy is far faster than that of ordinary people. Although it is the scorching summer, he feels refreshed and refreshed.

He stood up, held the Spiritual Heart Sword again, vaguely felt the connection between himself and it, and exclaimed wonder.

"Uncle Gongsun, you often think of plum blossoms. Is it related to what Wuyou and the others said about the selection of beginner disciples?"

Gongsun Ying returned to his usual cold and indifferent appearance: "You just realized that the reason I treat you so well is for the success of the entry-level disciple general election."

Jiang Qinfeng was really used to this man's sloppy mouth, so he didn't get angry. He kicked away the pebbles at his feet, raised his head and grinned at him: "Then for your and my success, I must practice hard, and strive to reach the Shangqing Realm... ...building a foundation?"

"Building the foundation?" Gongsun Ying repeated, after studying his demeanor, he found that this kid was really with him.

"Yeah," Jiang Qinfeng reflected on his quarrel with Gongsun Ying just now, and his tone was really bad. "This is the only way to repay your kindness to me. I was too impulsive just now, and my words offended me. I'm sorry."

"I have only taken care of children from aristocratic families before. I never thought that I would encounter such a situation with a child from a beggar like you." Gongsun Ying said lightly.

Jiang Qinfeng: "Huh?"

Gongsun Ying threw the book to him.

"What's the situation?" Jiang Qinfeng took the book.

"The 100 questions for the introduction to practice, jointly compiled by the Three Realms of Cultivation of Books, has not been sold, and it is distributed everywhere. Please take a look, so as not to make a joke next time," Gongsun Ying paused.

"It also records the methods of driving talismans and identifying demons. If you claim to be talented, you can give it a try. If you learn it by yourself, I will teach you the method of building a foundation."

Jiang Qinfeng flipped through it quickly, covered his face, and thought to himself, he couldn't understand a word, it was all written in this fucking world.

Uncle Gongsun, wake up!Since he is a beggar who doesn't know the common sense of cultivation, can he know how to read and write?Is the per capita 985 in the realm of comprehension!Do you want to be so nonchalant!

"Do you have any questions?"

"No." Jiang Qinfeng shook his head like a rattle. This basic problem should be solved by the system. Is it impossible for him to learn from scratch?

After the lecture was over, Jiang Qinfeng still looked lively, Gongsun Ying sneered, and without wasting any time to squeeze people, he taught sword moves.

"This set of swordsmanship is called Righteousness Swordsmanship. It is the foundation of my level of sword cultivation. The sword moves are light and quick, and they pay attention to winning quickly. They are not vicious and vicious killing moves. They only want to subdue the demons within one round."

He didn't have a sword in his hand, and his hands were behind his back. He only seemed to walk a few moves casually. He was dressed in white, and the calmness that didn't even touch his hair was unmatched.

"Don't think too highly of yourself, steal and play tricks, every move must be exactly the same as what I taught."

Jiang Qinfeng practiced hard according to the formula he said, and Gongsun Ying corrected it from time to time. After a while, he came back to his senses:

"I don't seem to have seen Uncle Gongsun use a sword?" Even teaching him how to use a sword is dictated.

Gongsun Ying sneered: "Who told you that I am a sword repairer?"

"Well, it's true to say that... Isn't Uncle Gongsun from the Shangqing Realm?"

"Who told you that people in Shangqingjing must be sword cultivators?"

Jiang Qinfeng nodded slowly. If Gongsun Ying is a monster, he has to be a bully.

"From now on, you need to practice diligently every day, and don't let go of spiritual gathering, mental skills, and sword practice. Every night before going to bed, I will check in your room. There is still some time before lunch, so you continue to practice."

Seeing the sad and melancholy expression of the child, Gongsun Ying floated away satisfied.

Jiang Qinfeng sighed, and saw that Jiang Youlin was looking at him with bright eyes, flying around suspiciously, the blade of the sword was like lightning, dancing a few sword flowers in the air, and fixed himself again, sure enough, Jiang Youlin's eyes followed the spirit in his hand Heart sword, sticking together and inseparable.

Envious, jealous and longing, Jiang Youlin just watched alone all morning.

For a moment, Jiang Qinfeng understood Jiang Youlin's feelings. His father was the lord of a city, a monk in the middle stage of alchemy, and he didn't even have five spirit roots, so he was called a waste everywhere.

Although the two adults of the Jiang family are thieves, the children are always innocent. If they go against their wishes, they will definitely be punished.Jiang Qinfeng made up his mind to stay as far away from the adults of Jiang's family as possible... But he still can't do it now by ignoring an 11-year-old child in the cold.

"I'm tired of studying, and you're tired of watching too, right? Do you want to come over and have a meeting?"

Jiang Youlin immediately showed him a friendly smile, and trot to Jiang Qinfeng's side.

"Qin Feng, you are amazing, I have never seen a fairy master praise someone before."

"You are really a person with immortal fate, and when you dance with your sword, you are more heroic than those few senior brothers who are cultivators!"

"I watched from the sidelines for a long time, and I'm sure many girls will like you in the future, Linjiang Sword God, no one can beat you!"

"Qinfeng..."

Fuck, who can stand this, how can this kid have so many rainbows.

If this is really a six-year-old genius child prodigy, he must be very relieved to hear it, but Jiang Qinfeng is so funny, this little guy clearly didn't have the slightest eye on him just now, he was all staring at his sword, okay?

"Okay, okay, you don't have to do this, I saw that you have been staring at the Spiritual Sword."

"Yes, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it!" Jiang Youlin stammered.

Jiang Qinfeng said helplessly: "It's hard for you to like me, you don't need to force yourself to do things you don't like, and I don't need your compliments."

Jiang Youlin's expression froze in an instant, he blinked, opened his mouth, didn't know what to say, his whole body trembled, his eye sockets quickly turned red visible to the naked eye, like a small animal abandoned in the ice and snow.

Jiang Qinfeng thought he was about to cry.

"I, I, I—" Jiang Youlin took a big breath, his small breasts opened and shrunk anxiously, raised his head again, and looked directly into Jiang Qinfeng's eyes.

me what?

I hate you?

I think you, a lowly beggar, don't deserve to have a good spiritual root?

Jiang Qinfeng felt that a person's emotions should not be suppressed too much. Negative thoughts suppressed for too long would cause psychological problems. He also didn't want to see such a cute child say things against his will all day long, with a smile against his will.

"I'm not a short radish!"

Jiang Youlin ran away.

Jiang Qinfeng: "Huh?"