Heartthrob, he's always crashing

Shen Yanjun reached out and rubbed his temples, then turned to look at Fang Qushui, "How much?"

"How much is it?" Fang Qushui clasped his hands on his stomach, shook his head, seeing that Shen Yanjun was still staring at him, he drooped his head guiltily, "I haven't agreed yet."

Shen Yanjun withdrew his gaze, raised his hand to flick off the dust on his clothes, stood up straight and replied, "I won't go."

When Ruan Su heard this, he became anxious immediately. He took two steps forward and stretched out two fingers, "I'll give you two bottles of spirit pills every week!"

"It's not about the alchemy." Shen Yanjun raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude, "As the master of the sect, the uncle should know better than me that Mengli's focus is on alchemy, and most of the disciples he accepts are A spiritual root with a fire attribute, I have a single wood spiritual root, so it is not suitable for me to learn this, and I don't plan to learn from a teacher again."

"Apprentice..." Fang Qushui was so moved that he turned around and thickened Shen Yanjun's cushion.

"Then you don't need to be a teacher! As your uncle, I will teach you what problems you have," Ruan Su went all out, his eyes brightened, with longing for the future, "Although you are a wood spirit root, but I In the competition field, I found that fire has no restraint effect on you, so the spirit root is not a problem."

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and in the end he simply pinched the other person's shoulders with both hands, and continued: "Your innate mental strength is so high, and you can still spot me within three meters. This is absolutely the best candidate for my successor."

"Ah?" Everyone in the front can understand, but what is the reason for being found within three meters behind?

Fang Qushui saw Shen Yanjun's confusion, looked at Ruan Su and saw that there was no reaction, and then explained: "Actually, since your uncle was born, he has been often ignored by the people around him, and he can be seen within three meters. , besides our master, it is you."

After finishing speaking, Fang Qushui patted Ruan Su's hand away, and said in a low voice in Shen Yanjun's mind: "At the beginning, your master and I found your uncle on a tree. I don’t know how many days I’ve been hanging there, and if I take a breath later, I might not leave the door now.”

Ruan Su didn't know what happened, anyway, when Fang Qushui stepped back and stood behind Shen Yanjun, the young man looked at him with more sympathy.

It's too miserable, whoever listens to tears.

"By the way, as long as you learn what I taught you, when you become an eighth-rank alchemist and can forge high-level elixir, just one elixir is worth a city, even if it's a compromise, it's just four A high-quality alchemist is also a very popular role in the outside world, and he will be rich and famous all his life." Ruan Su seemed to have grasped the only straw to save his life, and almost wanted to tell all the advantages of alchemy.

If he didn't agree any more, it would make Shen Yanjun a little unreasonable.

What's more, he can indeed make money, and the refined medicine will be beneficial and harmless to him in the future, but if he adds another alchemy to his sword practice, his future training will definitely be more difficult.

Shen Yanjun thought over and over again, and finally agreed.

He must make himself stronger, especially after going through this competition today, which made him realize that ability is really important. In the world of cultivating immortals, age is just a decoration, and cultivation is really useful. The opponent's underestimation of the enemy will definitely not win so easily.

After being agreed, Ruan Su was stunned for a moment, and two lines of tears flowed down suddenly, which shocked Shen Yanjun.

Fang Qushui skillfully handed the towel to someone, and told Shen Yanjun that his uncle was a "sensible person", commonly known as - love to cry.

After inexplicably gaining an additional identity, Shen Yanjun returned to Jiuquan Gate with his own sword because Fang Qushui still wanted to see Du Qiaoqi.

The change of thought made him vaguely reach a bottleneck, he must find a good place to break through.

The training ground outside was occupied by juniors and younger sisters, and Shen Yanjun finally set his mind on the real mountaintop of Jiuquanmen, which he had never been to.

He bypassed the others, walked to the back mountain, Yujian flew up, and when it reached the midair, it seemed to have penetrated something, the surrounding wind dissipated, and the originally bare rock face turned into a lush and green appearance.

Shen Yanjun blinked, and Yujian approached a small flat area protruding from the mountain. It was not until he stepped on it that he was completely sure that it was really grass, and the level of spiritual power contained here was extremely high, which was higher than that of him and him. Chu Qinghan's room must be a little thicker.

The boy immediately sat down cross-legged, mobilized his spiritual power, and began to concentrate on breaking through the bottleneck.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already the morning of the second day. Shen Yanjun's trial had broken through the spin-off period, and rushed to the second-level Xiaoman in the bigu period.

In good spirits and full of energy.

He flew back to the training ground with Yujian, and Ruan Su was there.

"Master, Master," Shen Yanjun cupped his hands to the two, and looked at Ruan Su, "Starting from today?"

After seeing the direction Shen Yanjun came from, the two looked at each other, and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

Ruan Su nodded lightly, and handed him a jade card, "This is a teleportation card in the Qiuyan faction, which can directly reach my Mengli door from anywhere. On the contrary, teleportation is also possible. In the morning, you can go directly to my door there."

"Okay." After Shen Yanjun responded, he explained to Fang Qushui what he had met on the top of the mountain, only to get a mysterious sentence from the other party, "It's all by chance."

For the next day, Shen Yanjun spent at Mengli Gate and Jiuquan Gate.

Because of Ruan Su's backing, Meng Limen's disciples did not provoke him too much, especially after the person's one-time alchemy was formed, no one wentssip.

It wasn't until late at night that Shen Yanjun dragged his exhausted body back home. In addition to spiritual power, alchemy consumed more mental power, so much so that his head was still swollen up to now.

The light in the next room was already off, and he never expected that Shen Yanjun would sleep later than Chu Qinghan one day.

Shen Yanjun laughed a little self-deprecatingly, and performed a cleansing technique on himself in a daze, fell down on the bed and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, when a gust of wind blew, Shen Yanjun suddenly felt that his face had been pinched, but he was too sleepy. Anyway, something happened, Chu Qinghan must have reacted faster than him. Thinking of this, the boy fell asleep again.

When he woke up the next day, he realized that his doors and windows were closed, where did the wind come from?Moreover, there was a faint scent left in the room, which was very familiar, but he really couldn't remember where he had smelled it.

He raised his hand to touch his face, but there was no scar.

There is nothing missing in the room. Could it be that he was dreaming last night?

Shen Yanjun didn't agonize over this matter for too long, and the next alchemy, sword practice and alternate teaching directly deprived him of two full years of time.

In the first few days, he would still be pinched in the face in the middle of the night. After making sure that it was not a dream, he tried to wake up forcefully but couldn't. Afterwards, he simply stayed awake or pretended to be asleep, but the man stopped coming.

I wanted to ask Chu Qinghan next door if this happened to me, but no one else could see it at all, the system was dead silent, and no tasks were dispatched, and the two of them had no chance of contact at all in the past two years.

It seemed that Chu Qinghan was avoiding him.

He and Chu Qinghan are the closest strangers.

Live the closest, talk the least.

But he will definitely meet him on this day, because today is the opening day of the Muqi Cave once every six years, from the bigu period to the consecration period, the disciples of the Qiuyan Sect who do not have the magic weapon of their own destiny will be led by the head to identify the magic weapon in the Qiqi Cave .

Sure enough, after Shen Yanjun bid farewell to his uncle and master who secretly wiped away tears, Chu Qinghan stood in the middle of the small team of more than ten people.

Two years later, Chu Qinghan's hair became more and more exquisite, and he even tended to be as good-looking as an evildoer. Lu Shanmen's ice-blue disciple uniform was worn on him, which was cold and noble, like winter plums, with the sides hanging down The fluttering strands of hair made people's lips red and their teeth white, but there was ice in their eyebrows and eyes, which made people dare not get too close.

Not far away, Mencius Yi stepped on the sword and was dressed in white. His appearance was more mature and profound than Chu Qinghan's. In addition, he was gentle and elegant, so the disciples standing below paid more attention to him.

At this moment, the man's eyes were all on Chu Qinghan, and if he looked carefully, he could even catch the occasional flashes of anger inside.

It seems that Mencius Yi has fallen.

Shen Yanjun glanced twice, and stood away from Chu Qinghan, while Du Qiaoqi followed him and stood beside him.

"Master, everyone is here." In addition to the sect leader, he was also accompanied by Uncle Nianchen, who had just entered the Nascent Soul Stage and had his own small single-person house.

"Okay, I'm ready to go to the cave." Qiu Mu looked at the list, confirmed the number of people, and opened the teleportation array.

The Muqi Cave is an isolated island on the sea. The land and rocks all tend to be black iron in color. No living things survive. Only the day when the secret realm is opened will it be a little angry.

It does not belong to any party, so it can be used by everyone. Apart from the Qiuyan faction, there are other factions, races, and even people from the demon world who come here every five years.

This is also one of the reasons why the Qiuyan sect directly let the head and the monks of the Nascent Soul stage accompany them personally.

When Shen Yanjun and the others arrived, there were already quite a few people here, and those people gathered in one side to be wary of each other.

"Oh, Qiu Mu Shangxian, how have you been since I haven't seen you for a long time?" A white-haired old man walked over in a brown robe with a golden edge, and a man with a hair crown followed him. youth.

Qiu Mu greeted him with a smile on his face, "As usual, how is senior?"

"That's it, hanging half dead." The old man laughed twice, his eyes fell on the dozen or so disciples behind him, "The disciples of your Qiuyan sect are still of such high quality."

"Where, it's just a coincidence."

The two old men greeted each other with hypocrisy, and a string of bells sounded quietly, shaking everyone's heartstrings, and they couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Qiu Mu immediately took two steps back, tapped the ground with the crutch in his hand, and covered all the people of the Qiuyan faction with an enchantment, and the feeling disappeared completely.

Nian Chen cooperated and gave everyone a pill to protect their hearts.

Shen Yanjun looked to the upper left where the bell sounded, a string in his brain was tensed.

The male partner is coming.