I don't want to accept Long Aotian as a disciple today

For the next two days, Han Xi saw that the days felt like years.

He was punished to practice the golden rooster's independence on the plum blossom pile in the backyard. From the jade girl throwing the shuttle to the white rainbow piercing the sun, each sword move had to be held motionless for an hour, and he could not change positions until the next hour.

Although he has a mid-Gold Core cultivation base, he will not fall to the ground due to exhaustion or sweat too much and dehydrate after just two strokes, but Han Xijian has never been subjected to such a "solid" physical punishment. At noon, my whole body was trembling, and the sweat was dripping down like hell, and the whole exercise uniform was soaked.

The most heartbreaking thing is that Master ignored him.

When he was caught in front of Lu Wanxian by the annoying accuser Qin Chiyu, Lu Wanxian only gave him a cold look, and then ordered Fu Weiwei to watch him and go to the backyard for corporal punishment. Enough for two days to come down.

After that, Lu Wanxian didn't even look at him, let alone, as before, he let go of his mouth and didn't punish him for acting like a baby.

Han Xijian was very sad. He didn't know why he ordered a lot of dishes when he was under the most pressure, and his appetite was still good. He ate up all the oily meat dishes. Being seen by the master, the master must be very disappointed with him.

However, he couldn't control it. He really took Master's criticism to heart and wanted to reform himself, but he just couldn't help but wanted to escape. He instinctively felt that if he couldn't do it, Master was disappointed and wanted to run away. Even worse, Master is even more disappointed... Such a vicious circle seems to have no head.

"Ugh..."

Thinking of the sad place, Han Xi couldn't help but burst into tears when her eyes became hot.

Fu Weiwei has been watching by the side all the time, just like he promised to his master, he will not speak or provide any help to Han Xijian.

At this point, he just felt that he couldn't sit still.

Han Xijian is practicing a very difficult posture. The slender and straight right leg is supporting the entire weight of the body, the upper body is leaning forward, the right arm is stretched forward, the index finger and middle finger are pointing forward, and the left leg is pointing forward. Kick back, pointing your toes straight behind you.

This posture requires high balance. The right arm, right shoulder and upper body leaning forward need to be kept on the same line with the left leg kicked back, and this line is almost parallel to the ground. , Han Xijian has long hands and legs, and a graceful figure. From a distance, he looks like a statue of great appreciation, but when he looks closely, he can find how violent his right leg and arm are shaking.

Sweat had already soaked Han Xijian's clothes, and the linen cloth was tightly attached to Han Xijian's body. The skin exposed by the cuffs and neckline was pink, and there was a crystal drop of water hanging on the slightly protruding chin. ,Dropped on the floor.

Another line of water stains slipped from the eye sockets and trickled down to the tip of the jaw, hanging there brightly, trembling slightly with breathing.

When Fu Weiwei practiced by himself, it was several times harder than Han Xijian's corporal punishment at this moment, and sometimes he had to face the danger of life and death, but he concentrated on challenging his limits, so he didn't feel it was so hard.

But right now, he couldn't stand staring at Han Xijian and suffering the whole time, even...he couldn't stand it.

Fu Weiyi stood up from the chair and walked to the plum blossom pile in silence.

Han Xijian only felt blackness in front of his eyes, dizzy, and suddenly felt a piece of rough cloth rubbed his face violently twice, which made his cheekbones scrape and hurt, he woke up again, his eyes widened, Seeing the upright man close at hand, he took out a square towel and wiped his face with a serious face.

Han Xijian recognized that piece of cloth, it was Fu Weiwei who always kept a piece for his own use. Although Fu Wei Wei was born in Niulan Village, his living habits were very good, much more industrious and clean than his family.

Han Xijian was slightly moved, but in the final analysis, he was punished because of Fu Weiwei's tip-off.

Thinking of this, Han Xijian widened her black and white peach blossom eyes again, and the watery eyes were trying to convey anger to Fu Weiyi.

Fu Weiyi wiped Han Xijian's face twice, seeing that Han Xijian was refreshed again, he thought, indeed, wiping his face can refresh and relieve fatigue, so he carefully wiped the wet and sticky black hair on Han Xijian's face. And wipe off the broken eyelashes.

There was a soul-stirring beauty in the fair and clean face that had regained its spirit, and there was nothing unsightly about it. Fu Weiyi couldn't help but stop the movements of his hands, and was a little dazed.

The expression on this face is definitely not happy, no, it should be said to be annoyed.

"Fu Weiyi, I know it's your complaint, don't pretend to pity me here!" Han Xijian said angrily, "I will definitely stand at the end, don't try to disturb me..."

Fu Weiyi lowered his eyes.

Han Xijian was right. Indeed, he was the one who passed the news to Qin Chiyu.

If he had known that Han Xijian would end up being punished, he would not have said anything even if he was trying to be punished by his master.

Fu Weiyi's performance like this, on the contrary, was regarded by Han Xijian as—a guilty conscience.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, glaring at the upright face close at hand: "Don't dawdle in front of my eyes, I don't want to see you at all!"

But Fu Weiyi didn't get out of the way, his expression was slightly frozen by these words.

Then, he raised his deep eyes and looked directly at Han Xijian.

Han Xijian couldn't help but feel a little weak. Well, what he said just now was a bit heavy, but compared to the punishment he received because of Fu Weiyi's complaint, it was just a heavy word. Fu Weiwei has a rough skin and a thick flesh. won't be harmed at all.

Thinking of this, Han Xijian stared at Fu Weiyi again.

The eyes of the two met in the air.

"Why don't you want to see me?" Fu Weiyi said in a deep voice, "In the small courtyard of the No. [-] Restaurant, you just said that you never want to see Fu Weiyi, that idiot again. What do you mean?"

Han Xijian shook and almost fell off the plum blossom pile.

He did hear it!

Why is it so unlucky, whoever is here!Is God so harsh on him?

A strong big hand supported Han Xijian's right arm stretched forward, and helped him back to the right position.

Han Xi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw that she had regained her balance.

As soon as a person has a fulcrum, inertia will automatically occur. Han Xijian put a part of the weight on Fu Weiyi's hand, and only felt that his entire right leg was relieved.

Although the body is very honest, but the mouth still has to talk nonsense to turn over this embarrassing old account.

"You heard me wrong, I mean Master, Master, the idiot that Master thinks is not the idiot that Fu Weiyi is." Han Xijian's eyes fluttered.

Fu Weiyi leaned close to Han Xijian's face and whispered in his ear, "Do you really think I'm a fool?"

Han Xijian only felt that Fu Weiyi's voice was low and hoarse, which made his ears tingle for a while. He couldn't help but want to run away to the other side, but the base of his arm was tightly clenched by Fu Weiwei's iron-like hands, and he couldn't escape at all.

"Why don't you want to see me?" Fu Weiyi asked again.

Han Xijian stared ahead, her eyelashes flickering, not daring to look at the person next to her face, and murmured in a low voice, "...do I need to talk about it...that's..."

"What is it?" Fu Weiyi would not stop today if he didn't ask for a result.

"It was during the competition that day, you strangled my neck as soon as you came up, and I pinched you up a tree before I was ready!" Han Xijian was angry and embarrassed, and insisted on forcing him to repeat the shame of losing the battle , Fu Weiyi is simply too bad, did he do it on purpose?

Han Xijian turned around abruptly, bumped his lips against a hard object, and almost knocked out his front teeth: "I, uh—"

Fu Weiyi only felt his chin being rubbed against by a soft object, and Han Xi saw that delicate face with tears suddenly approaching so close to the heartbeat.

Seeing that Han Xi covered her mouth with her left hand, she lost her balance and tilted to one side.

Suddenly, the world was turned upside down, and Han Xijian fell from the plum blossom pile and fell into a hard embrace.

Jin Tiesi, the smelting room.

In the smelting tank, a stream of bright light slowly flowed out. Seeing this, Sui He shouted under the furnace: "It's done!"

The fire slowly gathered and converged into the center of the furnace, and a figure appeared there, walking out of the bottom of the furnace full of burnt ashes.

Qin Chiyu came out from the vent, shook his clothes slightly, shook off the dust on his body, opened a pair of dark eyes, and stared at the wall in front of him thoughtfully.

"Xiaoqin, this time the Tianyuanjing was refined well. It is the first time you have succeeded in making a base, and the follow-up will be much easier. Your ability to control fire spells has improved by leaps and bounds again!" Sui He walked down the iron stairs and came To Qin Chiyu's side.

"Is there any hope for this Tianyuan crystal to be refined into a flying sword at the level of an artifact?" Qin Chiyu asked bluntly.

"It's hard to say about artifacts, but there is still great hope for heaven, material and earth treasures." Sui He laughed.

"All I want is an artifact-level flying sword." Qin Chiyu said, "Other levels are meaningless."

Sui He patted Qin Chiyu on the shoulder, hooked his neck, brought him close to him, and said with emotion: "As expected of my burner, the tone is very crazy, I like it, but, you must know, the flying sword of the artifact level , needs the fire of heaven to burn."

"I've released the Essence of Heavenly Flame to the maximum extent." Qin Chiyu frowned.

"It's not enough, your Heavenly Fire Flame Essence is not enough." Sui He said, "Let me just say it, with your current meridian carrying capacity, you can't release the Heavenly Fire that can meet the strength of the smelting artifact."

"Then how can we release the sky fire with enough intensity?" Qin Chiyu looked at Sui He suspiciously.

Sui He patted him on the shoulder again, and laughed loudly: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, when you get stronger and are about to break through the Nascent Soul, our chance will come."

Qin Chiyu scratched his head. Does that mean that if he breaks through the Nascent Soul, he can refine a flying sword at the level of an artifact?

In this way, he is only at the early stage of Golden Core, and he still needs to work harder.

Thinking in this way, Qin Chiyu finished his day's smelting work, returned to the bedroom, sat on the couch and began to practice.

After turning the spiritual power ten times, Qin Chiyu only felt refreshed, his whole body was full of spiritual energy, and his limbs and bones were full of strength.

The spiritual consciousness came to the inner palace unknowingly.

Ever since his realm broke through to Jindan, in the inner mansion, on the pitch-black sky, a big golden sun appeared.

The big sun illuminated the sky and the earth, and for the first time in the inner mansion, there were colors other than red flames. The sky was blue, the earth was light gold, and there was an endless stream of red flames flowing in the regular and wide river. Flow, everything looks so orderly and comfortable.

Qin Chiyu flew towards a cloud, ready to watch the pleasant little daily life while practicing.

Over the years, Qin Chiyu has seen a lot of things after he entered the Taoist sect in his previous life, and he probably knows the difference between this life and his previous life. It was more than 400 years late. Therefore, when he came in, the Four Seas Ranking Tournament had already been held, and the Void Flower Secret Realm hadn't caught up. It seemed that Han Xijian and Fu Weiyi hadn't entered the Void Flower Secret Realm either. Lu Xianchang, who was being made things difficult by the Sheng family at that time, and had to take care of him, was naturally devastated, and had no time to let go of this stall to explore some secret place.

Generally speaking, their progress in the previous life was not so fast, and Lu Xianchang's position was not as stable as it is now.

However, some things are the same. For example, Lu Xianchang saved his life and took him to Chixia Hall for careful treatment. He bears the great hatred of the subjugation of the country. He dispatched forces in that war of subjugation, so he was regarded as an enemy.

And at that time, the children of the Sheng family didn't receive the ban, and they came to harass him from time to time. Among the leaders was Sheng Tianjiao-yes, Sheng Tianjiao was still living well at that time, which was completely different from this life.

After reading these, Qin Chiyu is very clear that this life is much better than the last one, and all these good changes are all because of Lu Xianchang.

Thinking that Immortal Lu is planning everything in secret, pushing things in a good direction, but never revealing to them that they enjoy the protection of Immortal Lu as a matter of course, this feeling is both happy and worrying.

Qin Chiyu only hopes that he can also do something for Lu Xianchang. Before he can show Lu Xianchang that he knows the existence of dual fate, he can do some things within his power, such as refining the god-level flying sword with Sui He. Flying Sword of Fate - Yuanliu.

Well, it’s still too early to say what we can do, so it’s a long-term goal.

Of course, the top priority is to raise your cultivation base, get to the top [-] in the Four Seas Ranking Tournament, and get the entry qualification to the Xuhua Secret Realm.

Thinking like this, Qin Chiyu has already entered the cloud.

The surrounding scene gradually changed, and it was a familiar place.

Qin Chiyu couldn't help being startled, the carved bluestone floor, the bookshelf arrangement, the ebony chair—isn't it the interior view of the purple flower courtyard in the No. [-] restaurant?