The villain master does not believe that I love him

"No, no, Master, I know how to walk..."

It's embarrassing to be a human being.

It's hard to be a human being.

I hate being human the most.

Ling Xinglan didn't want to be a human being, he still wanted to turn back into a carefree ferret.

Shizu carried Ling Xinglan to the sitting room, where there were two futons.

Before this, Ling Xinglan had always been puzzled. It is clear that the ancestor has been practicing alone for a long time, and he has never seen anyone who dares to meditate with him. Wouldn't it be a waste to put two futons here?

It now appears that this unused futon was just for him.

No matter what, it is really touching to have him in the place of study.

"Calm down, don't get distracted."

Lin Hexuan taught him the unique way of receiving spirits. When meditating, he absorbs spiritual energy from the heaven and the earth with one breath, which can greatly speed up the progress of cultivation.

Seeing that his posture was wrong, Lin Hexuan put his hands on his shoulders to open his shoulders, but Ling Xinglan tilted his head, and put his soft cheek against the back of the master's hand, rubbing back and forth, as intimate as a ferret.

"Is it like this? Is it like this? Or is it like this?"

Lin Hexuan looked down at him, his cold white complexion was like the snow in the sky, unreachable, and his light-colored eyes seemed alienated and indifferent.

Under such gazes, Ling Xinglan sat upright cowardly, feeling guilty.

Why can't I do this kind of thing when I become a human... It was possible before...

After adjusting their postures, the two meditated separately and calmed down temporarily.

This is Ling Xinglan's first formal practice. In the past, he used to force all kinds of spiritual fruits into his dantian, but now the pain of spiritual energy directly rushing through his meridians is really unbearable.

It hurts, it really hurts.

Thin and dense pain like needle pricks spread all over the body.

Ling Xinglan couldn't help opening his eyes, and secretly looked at his master's side face, thinking that cultivation was such a hard thing, and now that his master is so powerful, did he also suffer a lot?Will it hurt a lot?It's hard to think about it, it hurts so much.

After thinking about it, he stuck to Lin Hexuan as naturally as in the past.

This scenery is really too beautiful.The beautiful and slender young man wrapped his arms around the waist of the monk in white, with his beautiful face upturned, his petal-like lips were close to the master's earlobe.

As soon as Lin Hexuan moved, Ling Xinglan knew he was angry.

Lin Hexuan: "Stretch out your hand."

Snapped!

The ruler made of Lantian jade, three fingers wide, hit the boy's white and tender palm mercilessly.

"It hurts, woo woo, master, it hurts..."

With red eyes, he couldn't help begging for mercy from the man.

But men don't know how to feel pity at all.

"Come again."

Snapped!

Ling Xinglan: "Woo!"

"Don't hide."

Actually, it wasn't very painful, but Ling Xinglan felt aggrieved and burst into tears. He had never been treated like this by Lin Hexuan. Why did he treat him so strictly after becoming a human?

Badass!Bastard!If I had known earlier, I would not have loved you secretly in my heart!

Ling Xinglan was embarrassed to cry in front of this ruthless and cold villain, so she wiped the tears on her eyelashes with the back of her other hand, making her whole face wet with a moist luster, and she raised her head in disbelief. Look at the master.

What is taller than him?He can look up.

Because of the moisture, Ling Xinglan's almond-like eyes are shining like broken stars.

After all, Lin Hexuan didn't lay down the ruler for the third time.

"continue."

Ling Xinglan sat back on the futon, straightened his back, the tears on his cheeks were still wet, but he gritted his teeth and told himself not to be lazy anymore, and not to give the villain Lin Hexuan a chance to bully him.

This time Na Ling did well. It can be said that as long as he concentrates, he can make rapid progress.

Lin Hexuan saw Ling Xinglan's bravado and stroked the top of his head. The boy's hair was soft and easy to touch.

"You did a great job," he said approvingly.

Ling Xinglan snorted softly, and turned his head away from Master Shi Zu. He is not a person who can be coaxed casually, he is very proud.

"This is the Skylark Jade Pendant. It can protect you well. If you like it, I will give it to you."

Ling Xinglan hesitated to take the Skylark Jade Pendant, his first feeling was that it was very delicate.

This jade pendant is half the size of a palm, and it is carved from a whole piece of crystal clear ice jadeite. The color is white, and the white tassel rope woven with silkworm silk is connected in series, and it hangs very beautifully on the waist.

is a good thing.

"I don't..." Ling Xinglan frowned.

Lin Hexuan stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, the sword calluses on his palm made Ling Xinglan's tender face a little itchy.

He suddenly asked softly, "So don't be angry?"

Master Master held up his little apprentice's face, deep blue phoenix eyes were like a lake with a glimmer of light, clearly reflecting the young man's face.

Ling Xinglan's cheeks were slightly hot, and his heart was like a hundred deer bumping back and forth, having fun non-stop.

"like."

He thought, he's all right again, he's all right again.

Lin Hexuan: "Then continue practicing."

Ling Xinglan: "..."

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Lin Hexuan, as the ancestor of Changlin Xianshan, has a lot of important affairs to deal with every day, so it is naturally impossible to accompany the spiritual pet in human form all the time.

Ling Xinglan lamented her bad health again.In the past, he would squat on Lin Hexuan's shoulder and listen to the reports of those old men. Although the content of their discussions was very boring, it was also very hypnotic. Ling Xinglan enjoyed the leisurely time of napping on Lin Hexuan's shoulder.

In the afternoon, Ling Xinglan was wandering around Changlin Fairy Mountain. In fact, he was already familiar with the place by relying on the memory on Lin Hexuan's shoulder, and walked to the Tianzi practice field in Changlin Fairy Mountain according to his impression.

The Tianzi practice field in Changlin Xianshan can be said to have assembled the most outstanding group of sword cultivator disciples in the entire cultivation world. Not to mention outstanding talents, they are all diligent and hardworking.They either compete with each other, or practice against the sword test wall, and the annual sword test leader is always produced among them.

But today, the sword cultivators are all very curious about Ling Xinglan. The rumors about the transformation of the ancestor spirit pet have grown wings and flew everywhere. No one can't help but look at him.

This look is really sure, the spirit beast transformation is really extraordinary.The young man is slender, with a delicate face, and his white clothes are like snow. Just standing there is a sight to be glimpsed.

A courageous swordsman leaned forward and asked, "Do you remember me? I secretly stuffed you with delicious food last time."

"It's you, I remember Huang..."

Jianxiu grinned and shook his head.He was handsome and handsome, and he was dressed in a dark red martial arts training uniform. Even among the talented long-term disciples, he was eye-catching, and it was easy to make people like him.

Ling Xinglan suddenly realized: "Master Hong..."

"Blue Hill Machine."

"So it's Senior Brother Lan!"

It turned out to be Brother Lan in red clothes.

Ling Xinglan remembered that he slipped out to play before, and besides being touched and fed all the way, there were also many sword cultivators secretly trying to bring him home.This senior brother Lan seems to be particularly fond of small furry animals, as if the beast-shaped self is his dream/beast.

Seeing the boy's lovely smile, Lan Qiuji was overjoyed, and the others gradually came closer.

"Young Master Ling, you haven't started practicing yet, have you?"

"Can you use a sword? You don't know how to use a sword on Changlin Fairy Mountain, but you will be laughed at."

Ling Xinglan remembered that Lin Hexuan hadn't taught him swordsmanship yet, and thought that if he learned it in advance, he wouldn't give him the chance to fight his own sword.

"I don't know anything yet, brothers, do you want to teach me?"

Lan Qiuji wanted to show off in front of him, so he chose a set of the most advanced sword skills and showed it to the sword test wall.

The surface of the sword test wall can faithfully reflect the power of a sword move, and the stronger the sword move, the darker the color will be.

Ling Xinglan watched as Lan Qiuji danced a particularly mysterious and complicated set of swordsmanship, chopping and slashing, flying into the sky, turning like a spinning top, flying out hundreds of sword shadows, trying to A dark gray mark was left on the sword wall.

Immediately, several warm applause erupted from the sword cultivator: "Good! Brother Lan's move is really good!"

Ling Xinglan: "...This is a move."

Lan Qiuji looked at him with fiery eyes.

Ling Xinglan shouted after everyone: "Okay! Brother Lan's move is really more exciting than a hundred moves."

"Really good?"

"Of course."

Ling Xinglan knew that it was over by blowing at this time.

"Then you come."

Lan Qiuji handed him the sword.

Ling Xinglan: "It's really good...huh? Me?"

"It's okay, if there's anything you don't know, just tell me, so I can teach you myself."

Lan Qiuji saw the young man's embarrassed expression, his lips were slightly curved, and his tone was soft, showing the image of a considerate senior brother.

The so-called closeness to the water tower first, of course he didn't want to see Ling Xinglan make a fool of himself, but to teach him personally.

Ling Xinglan gritted his teeth and took the sword: "Okay, I'll do it."

He clenched his long sword tightly and stood for a long time, trying to recall those messy sword moves just now, but he couldn't remember half of them.

"It's okay, don't force it, I will teach you."

Ling Xinglan didn't seem to hear this sentence, or he didn't respond when he heard it. He just closed his eyes and focused on swinging the sword body. In the morning, the aura absorbed by Na Ling was as abundant as sea water. ——

Ling Xinglan opened his eyes, and the wall of the sword test was empty, leaving nothing behind.

Lan Qiuji didn't expect that the young man looked weak, but was actually so stubborn. It really seemed that he was deliberately embarrassing Ling Xinglan, but obviously he just wanted to have more opportunities to get along with him.

"There was nothing left."

Ling Xinglan obviously didn't expect that his hard blow was nothing to the sword test wall, so he was a little discouraged for a while.

"Stop learning, it's too difficult, I won't delay my brothers from practicing sword."

The handsome young man frowned. He was really hit hard. He didn't realize that Lan Qiuji showed an extremely complicated sword technique, which could not be imitated by beginners at all, and the sword test wall used for verification was not very impressive. under the trace.

He is not deep in the world, and has lost part of his memory, and he can't detect Lan Qiuji's hidden scheming. He just feels that he really doesn't have the talent to learn swords. He made a fool of himself in front of everyone, and found an excuse to slip away. up.

Lan Qiuji looked at Ling Xinglan's back and regretted endlessly. If he had known earlier, he would not have pretended to let Ling Xinglan play, but he had no regrets about his scheming——

After all, in his view, the pursuit of this matter itself is a matter of planning, and there is nothing wrong with playing tricks.

"Brother Lan, Lan! Look quickly! What's going on here?"

The surprised voices of the monks came from behind.

Lan Qiuji looked back, and there were several horrible cracks on the wall of the trial sword, which had no trace at first. He stayed in Changlin Fairy Mountain for so long, and it was the first time he saw this thing broken.

"C-Could it have been broken by Mr. Ling's sword just now..."

"How is it possible, he hasn't learned anything yet."

The monks looked at each other, speechless.

"That must be Senior Brother Lan. It was the trace left by him just now. It seems that Senior Brother Lan's cultivation has improved to a higher level. I really admire him!"

After thinking about it, the monks felt that the only possibility was that Lan Qiuji performed supernormally and smashed the wall of the sword test. They couldn't help admiring his outstanding cultivation and looked at Lan Qiuji with admiration.

"Senior Brother Jing was the one who smashed the sword wall last time. It seems that Senior Brother Jing will surpass Senior Brother Jing soon!"

Lan Qiuji accepted everyone's compliments with a smile. Although his mouth was modest and courteous, he thought of Ling Xinglan's weak and beautiful appearance in his heart, and it was impossible to do such a thing. It seemed that he would be able to step on Jing in the near future down.

But here, when Ling Xinglan wanted to go back and Lin Hexuan was not there, he was alone in the huge palace, lonely and boring, so he might as well find another place to hang out.

Ling Xinglan moved the tip of his nose, and suddenly smelled an indescribable fragrance. He walked along to a remote place with few people. Before he saw anything, a dagger suddenly appeared, brushed past his ear, and flew past. , firmly nailed to the wall.

"Who!"

"How did you get in?"

The man's voice was sharp and cold, like the dagger stuck in Ling Xinglan's ear, with a dangerous edge.

Ling Xinglan looked up against the sun, and there was a handsome young man lying among the lush branches, with high eyebrows and a deep displeasure.

The wind blew, and he turned over and got off the tree, his clothes fluttering up, as light as a swallow, it can be seen that his cultivation is not low.

The man's facial features are as perfect as carefully carved, his black hair is draped behind him like satin, and the bright sunlight is reflected in his purple-black pupils, refracting a bit of glimmer.

"Hey, let me ask you something, answer me."

It's just a very irritable tone.