Into the Pirated Cultivation Text

The routines of comprehension novels are generally: the first senior brother must practice the ruthless way, the second senior brother must be safe and self-sufficient, and the third senior brother must be unrestrained.

The routine of the novel "Awe-inspiring Spirit" is the same, but there is a little difference. As the second senior brother, although Feng Tingyun is upright and polite to others, he is not treating the younger junior sister.

You see, he is not a bird man at this time.

Rong Xin shrugged indifferently, his old friend was like this, when he first moved into the dormitory, he couldn't understand him eating, drinking, having fun and playing games, every time he went back to the dormitory, he always ignored him.

Until one time, he saw him in a clubhouse... Rong Xin shook his head, this guy finally tore down his own grave, so let's not mention it.

Besides, his old friend is a top student, he looks like a dog, and he is always in demand wherever he goes.

Rong Xin found a clean spot and knelt down.

Kneeling on his knees, he began to feel sleepy.

He knew that this Jingsi Cliff was very cold and the temperature was very low. Even advanced monks couldn't bear it, let alone the little junior sister who didn't have a golden core, so he wrapped the thickest clothes in his Qiankun bag.

Right now, I'm wearing a little too much.

Rong Xin put his face on the wall and fell asleep.

In the dream, when he returned home, his brother didn't take out the rattan stick to beat him, but came to hug him with red eyes, "Rongrong, where have you been?"

Rong Xin smiled bitterly.

His brother was eight years older than him, and he looked like an ascetic since he was a child. His shirt was always buttoned first, his collar was never wrinkled, and even his desk was clean. There was nothing but the contract.

Now, the shirt is crumpled, the beard is unshaven, and the hair is messy. It looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a few days.

Rong Xin wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't speak.

Soon, his brother started shaking him, "Wake up!"

Rong Xin opened his eyes, showing a handsome face full of anger.

"How unreasonable! You are sleeping on Jingsi Cliff?"

Rong Xin rubbed his eyes and yawned, "Morning, Senior Brother Feng."

"you!"

Rong Xin smiled flatteringly at him, "I didn't sleep all night last night, I was really sleepy just now, senior brother just pretend he didn't see it, okay?"

Feng Tingyun was so angry that the corners of his eyes twitched, "Master, tell me, you have to think about your mistakes and realize your regrets at Jingsi Cliff. What kind of mistakes are you thinking about and what kind of regrets are you realizing?"

Rong Xin blinked, "I already knew I was wrong, and I apologized to Senior Sister Tingyu, isn't Senior Brother also present?"

Feng Tingyun looked at him coldly, "Do you think an apology is enough?"

"What do senior brothers think?" Rong Xin asked him.

Unexpectedly, Feng Tingyun did not reply to him.

Rong Xin was silent for a while, "Second Senior Brother, you were punished by Master to kneel because of me, right?"

Feng Tingyun remained cold-eyed and did not speak.

really.

Feng Tingyun had rushed over when Junior Sister and Brother Jingzhufeng were fighting, but instead of helping Junior Sister, he reprimanded her and asked her to apologize to the Jingzhufeng people, Junior Sister was not convinced and continued to fight People from Jingzhu Peak fought, and finally they were knocked unconscious by a Frozen Art.

According to the routine in this book, the senior brother who practiced the ruthless way retreated because of his injury, and the miscellaneous affairs of Misty Peak fell on the second senior brother Feng Tingyun.

If something happened, Feng Tingyun would naturally be implicated.

Originally, the younger junior sister was in a hurry to file a complaint after waking up, but Xuan Ce punished Feng Tingyun. This time, Rong Xin did not file a complaint. Instead, she apologized to Zhao Tingyu, and Feng Tingyun was also fined.

Rong Xin moved a little towards him, "Second Senior Brother."

Feng Tingyun moved to the opposite place from Rongxin, with "Don't beat me" written all over his face.

Rong Xin smiled in his heart, this person is quite similar to his roommate, he usually has a dead face that ate rotten eggs, but once he is set on fire, he looks like a cat with fried fur, even his tail stands up of.

"Brother, I'm the one who got you involved."

Seeing that he was still indifferent, Rong Xin sighed and continued, "Brother, have you ever thought about it? Wu Zimo and Zhang Pingzhi from Jingzhu Peak looked at me coldly and provoked discord many times, but they would draw their swords when they saw me alone , apart from yesterday, when have I ever done anything to bully Jing Zhufeng?"

"They just think that we are easy to bully at Misty Peak. If I don't fight back, next time it's our turn at Misty Peak to take care of the spiritual grass and tree at Unnamed Peak, will we come here again to beg for cheap?"

Not only some of Jingzhu Peak's disciples bullied Misty Peak, but also some disciples from other peaks looked down on Misty Peak to some extent.

Firstly, Misty Peak is really thin, and senior brother Lu Changming has been unable to retreat since he entered the Nascent Soul stage; second senior brother, Feng Tingyun in front of him deliberately hides his clumsiness, and has no name in Linxianzong, and never shows himself; , is the young man Rong Xin first saw when he woke up.

The rest is the little junior sister, a five-scumbag who doesn't even have a golden core.

The rest are outer sect disciples and do not belong to Misty Peak.

In contrast to the disciples of other peaks, there are nearly a hundred disciples in Jingzhu Peak who have obtained Golden Core, not to mention Zhao Tingyu, Wu Zimo, Zhang Pingzhi and others who are already in the late stage of Golden Core.

In comparison, Misty Peak is really withered.

Secondly, there is another reason, that is, Xuan Ce has no intention of accepting disciples, Xuan Ce seldom attends the big competitions of the sect, it can be said that apart from taking care of the little junior sister, other disciples seldom personally teach.

The book doesn't say why.

"Brother, if I don't provoke others, it doesn't mean that others won't provoke me."

Rong Xin feels too much about this kind of thing.When he first entered junior high school, his brother insisted on getting him into the top class, and he was used to being a fool. In the top class, he was often called by the head teacher, and whenever there was a fight, he was always criticized first.

Once or twice, Rong Xin thought it didn't matter, but after half a semester, even if someone threw a note over his head and was picked up by the teacher, he would always call his name first.

Once, a boy who looked honest but was naughty in private asked him to borrow comic books in class, but was caught by the teacher, who made him stand outside the classroom as punishment.

Rong Xin was really annoyed, "Teacher, it's none of my business."

The head teacher asked him in public, why would he provoke you if you didn't provoke him, why didn't he provoke others?

Rong Xin was silent for three seconds, then asked: Teacher, how could I provoke him if he doesn't provoke me?Why don't I mess with others?

The teacher asked his parents to come directly.

Later, his eldest brother in suits and ties came, and nothing like this happened again.

"Even so, you have to speak with strength, otherwise you will be hitting a stone with an egg, and you will overestimate your own strength." Feng Tingyun finally spoke.

"So what if you are overwhelmed? After all, they won't dare to take advantage of Misty Peak next time." Rong Xin said proudly.

In fact, when reading the article, Rong Xin felt that the younger sister also had the same mentality. The younger sister approached Zhao Tingyu because she refused to accept her argument; she fought back against Wu Zimo not only because Wu Zimo often ridiculed Misty Peak , also because before that he often saw him take the lead in bullying Ye Linran.

"You are also because of Junior Brother Ye." Feng Tingyun said coldly.

Eh?

Rong Xin thought that the junior sister was Feng Tingyun's nominal "fiancée" after all, and it was really inappropriate to be blatantly nice to Ye Linran.

But he is a man!He only likes girls!

Even if the little junior sister in the book is a broken sleeve, but he is not!

"Well, Junior Brother Ye is just a younger brother, and he is incomparable to a senior brother."

It doesn't matter, you have to hug both thighs, and if you lack one side, you may become a cripple!

"Humph."

Feng Tingyun sneered and remained silent.

Rong Xin couldn't fall asleep, so he studied the Jingsi Bi in front of him.

It is rumored that the founding ancestor of Linxian Sect was a descendant of the Xiaoyao School. His life was depicted on the Jingsi wall, slaying demons and eliminating evil, visions of the world of mortals, and enlightenment.

"I don't know if this Linxian patriarch will finally become a fairy, or return to dust?" Rong Xin said to himself.

Feng Tingyun who was on the side snorted coldly, "Of course he has attained Taoism."

Rong Xin nodded, "That's right, but where did you go after ascending to immortality?"

Feng Tingyun still had a cold face, "How would I know? How can a mortal monk know how to be on camera?"

Rong Xin smiled, his bright and flamboyant smiling face looming in the morning mist, "I think maybe Dengxian is just like us, escaping into the mortal world again and experiencing another wonderful life."

Feng Tingyun didn't say any more, as if he was thinking about the possibility of what he said.

I don't know how long it took, but when Rong Xin saw that his face was getting paler, he knew that Feng Tingyun's old problem was about to break out.

In the book, Feng Tingyun has been the body of the heavenly spirit since he was a child. In order to refine the cold marrow, his father planted a chilling cicada on his body and asked him to bring a piece of black jade close to his body to keep him warm. Especially chills.

That is to say, even though Feng Tingyun was in the Nascent Soul Stage, it was still colder than ordinary people, not to mention that Jingsi Cliff was the highest mountain in Linxian Sect, the temperature was frighteningly low, Feng Tingyun would definitely not be able to stand it.

This person probably started to kneel yesterday, and he hasn't fallen down until now. His willpower is really amazing.

"Brother, are you uncomfortable? I think you look ugly." Rong Xin moved closer to him.

Feng Tingyun watched his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, as if he was kneeling with no distractions.

"Brother, are you hungry? I still have fruit in my pocket." Rong Xin felt in his bosom, took out two big sweet dates, and shared one with him.

"Brother?"

"Don't eat." Feng Tingyun didn't even look at it, "Meditate quietly."

Rong Xin saw that his little face was pale, and it was obvious that he was about to lose it. He stuffed the date into his mouth, "Brother, this date has already entered your mouth, so you can only eat it. The ancients said, Every grain is hard work, this spiritual fruit has grown up after more than half a year of planting and cultivation, it can not only fill your stomach, but also improve your cultivation, so you must not spit it out and waste it."

"I've washed it and it's clean." Rong Xin added with a smile.

Feng Tingyun covered his sleeves and licked his face this time, finishing the spiritual fruit.

Rong Xin felt a little melancholy seeing his well-behaved appearance.

This world follows the etiquette standards in the "Book of Rites". It's okay in Linxianzong, because the founder of Linxianzong cultivated the Xiaoyao School, which emphasizes doing whatever you want. In other sects and families of cultivating immortals, there are strict rules. The Three Cardinal Guidelines and the Five Constant Principles, like the Taixu School, both ritual and art must be learned.

Feng Tingyun didn't know what was going on, and he never studied in Taixuzong, but he even learned sour Confucian etiquette.

I don't know how long it took, Rong Xin woke up from several dozes, and saw Feng Tingyun next to him, whose brows were covered with hoarfrost, and even his lips were black and purple.

not good!

Rong Xin finally noticed something was wrong, he tore off his robe and put it on Feng Tingyun, Feng Tingyun was still conscious, he shook his head and refused, seeing him like this, Rong Xin scolded him for being old-fashioned and pedantic in his heart.

Regardless of his refusal, Rong Xin pulled him up, "Go, go back and take a hot bath."

"No. There are still six hours."

Rong Xin was so angry that he vomited blood, "You don't even want your life?"

Feng Tingyun knelt down again, and the frost between his eyebrows fell off, making his muscles even more icy and snowy, "Master has an order."

Rong Xin rolled his eyes at him.

After a while, Rong Xin was afraid that he really had something wrong with his knees, so he tapped him on the back of the neck quietly, knocking him unconscious, and sent him down the mountain.

Rong Xin carried him back to the small courtyard where he lived, and asked the outer disciples for some hot water to wipe his hands and feet.

Because he still doesn't know how to use spiritual power, he doesn't know how to instill spiritual power into him, so he had to stuff a few Mrs. Tang under his quilt, and covered him with two more quilts to make sure he wouldn't freeze to death before leaving the house.

He learned the method of stuffing a hot water bottle from his roommate.

When Rong Xin was in college, he was full of energy. There was nothing he could do. He didn’t even have a girlfriend, so he had to vent his energy on sports all day long. Once he went to play in the rain, and he had a high fever the next day when he returned to the dormitory. trembling.

At that time, his roommate was finally not so indifferent to him. When he woke up, he found two hot water bottles stuffed under the bed, which was strangely warm.

On the way back to Jingsi Cliff, Rong Xin met his third senior brother Mu Jing.

"Junior sister, is your injury healed?"

Rong Xin had a good impression of this senior who saw it as soon as he opened his eyes, "Well, where are you going, senior?"

"I was looking for you." Mu Jing looked around, and after making sure there was no one there, she took out a small bag from her arms, "I found what you asked for last time."