Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Duan Lin came out of the house, and Song Qingjian, who was guarding the yard, immediately greeted him.

Glancing at the jade slip in the young man's hand, he raised his eyebrows, "Getting started?"

He smiled, "Congratulations to Junior Brother Duan, you have officially entered cultivation."

Duan Rin didn't even move the corner of his mouth, just nodded lightly, crossed over and went straight into the room, but soon, he couldn't hold back anymore because he couldn't read.

Fang Zhuo belatedly realized that the little apprentice was a little illiterate, so he dragged his robe to find him and explained the translation word by word.

At first, Duan Rin felt ashamed and awkward, but as Professor Fang Zhuo's content deepened, his attention was completely attracted away.

After explaining how to get started, Fang Zhuo suggested, "Get ready, I'll teach you how to read."

Regardless of whether it was BC or AD, illiteracy would suffer a lot, not to mention that Duan Lin was still the protagonist.

This means that in the future, he will inevitably defeat all invincible opponents and dominate the world of comprehension.

If it spreads out, the boss doesn't know a single word, it will be embarrassing, and it will affect the prestige, and it will be difficult to convince the public.

Duan Lin has never heard any insults during these years of wandering.

Now, because of Master's understatement, I feel uncomfortable and inexplicably ashamed.

He could clearly feel his face and ears becoming hot involuntarily.

Although the original owner has a surly temperament, he has a good literary talent, and his literacy and poetry are not a problem.

But Fang Zhuo was not the original product after all, he was worried that he would scare the children with his handwriting, so he reservedly opened the textbook he brought and used oral teaching.

Start with the simplest words, read them first, then explain them, and finally let people copy them to strengthen memory.

The literacy teaching lasted for more than half an hour, and Fang Zhuo couldn't help complaining to the system, "Is the setting of the world's protagonists so awesome? In such a short time, I have memorized more than 20 characters."

As an adult, this is no surprise.

But Duan Lin is different, this child has no foundation in Chinese characters, but there is no obstacle in learning.

Hey, I don't think about his mood of learning scum and memory scum at all.

233 said, "Excellent learning ability is also standard."

The setting of good looks and super academics, regardless of family background or not, can be sought after by men and women in any era.

Coupled with 90.00% ninety-nine hard work the day after tomorrow, and one percent luck, the winner in life will be stable.

The world is so unfair. Some people are born with good brains, and some people are like him, who have nothing and have to work hard.

Probably because he hadn't studied seriously in the past ten years, when get out of class was over, Duan Rin still had something to say.

Fang Zhuo's heart was tired, and he preached seriously, "Learning lies in accumulating over time, and you should not be greedy for too much."

Duan Lin was taught, and happily left with the book in his arms.

Song Qingjian completed the training task assigned to him by his master. He was tireless and refreshed. When he saw Duan Lin come out of his master's uncle's room, he immediately got in.

Fang Zhuoyong glanced at the young man who measured Yan Jingjing, and admired him, he was also a cultivator.

"Brother San, you said that Song Qingjian has good aptitude and fast cultivation. If one day in the future, his identity as a good disciple is revealed, these two little friends will not turn against each other, will they?"

"Not sure." 233 said, "What if the protagonist is not exposed?"

Hehe, teasing your father.

According to the protagonist's upgrade routine, how could there be no big pits before reaching the pinnacle of life.

Fang Zhuo looked at the person coming, "Is there something wrong?"

"Little uncle, the disciple has something to ask for advice."

"You said."

Song Qingjian said admiringly, but in the end it was just one sentence, he wanted to see the Lingxu swordsmanship of the young master.

The original owner is the spiritual root of the ice system, and the natal magic weapon is an ice-edge sword made of ancient black ice and the spine of ancient strange beasts.

If Yin Nan's sword is domineering, then Shen Su is soft but strong.

It is probably a bit like Tai Chi, it looks harmless, but it can kill people with one move.

Just by listening to this sword technique, I feel that it is so handsome.

After all, Fang Zhuo was trying it for the first time, so he was a little uneasy, "The technical content of the demonstration of swordsmanship is too high, I am afraid that if something goes wrong, I will forget the moves... At that time, you will be able to take over the control of your body. Are you done with the show? "

This question is not difficult, 233 readily agrees.

With no worries, Fang Zhuo can finally put on a show and bring Song Qingjian to the dojo.

As soon as the Ice Edge Sword came out from the dantian, the surrounding scenery changed color, the temperature dropped several degrees, and a cool wind blew up.

Fang Zhuo was taken aback by his posture, and the hand holding the sword almost trembled.

Not nervous, but excited.

Duan Lin heard the voice, dropped the book and ran to the dojo, but stopped abruptly halfway.

Even though his cultivation base and spiritual power were suppressed, the power of the sword energy was still not small. Even Song Qingjian, who was already in the middle stage of Qi training, did not dare to get too close.

Duan Lin stood on the stone steps, even if he was jumping, he could only see the trees shaken by the sword energy, and the occasional white hem of his clothes.

He frowned, clenched his fists, and for the first time really realized——

His cultivation base is too low, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to be close to the master.

Song Qingjian was stunned by the beautiful and intimidating swordsmanship of the young martial uncle. He didn't relax until he left the dojo and returned to the small courtyard.

He sighed to Duan Lin, "Little Martial Uncle's Lingxu swordsmanship is so beautiful, I haven't seen many moves clearly, I really want to watch it again."

The boy lowered his eyes and quietly copied Chinese characters.

Song Qingjian thought he didn't hear, and wanted to take the book away, but before he could touch the corner of the book, the back of his hand was tapped firmly by the brush.

Duan Lin looked up, "Is there anything else? If not, go out and don't affect me."

The young boy's childish face carried a coldness that didn't belong to this age. He didn't look like he was ten years old, nor like he was 15 years old, but rather like an adult.

From that day on, in addition to eating and sleeping, Duan Rin's life consisted of literacy and cultivation.

Looking at the entire Yuan Mingzong, no one can work harder than him, including Song Qingjian.

Often before Fang Zhuo got up, the dojo's whip sounded. Fang Zhuo lay down, but the night pearl was still on in the room diagonally opposite.

Hearing the sound of crackling whips, Fang Zhuo felt a panic that he might be hanged and beaten in the future.

He quickly turned over and sat up, got into the secret realm and began to practice.

The aura in the secret territory was abundant and quiet, and Fang Zhuo quickly calmed down.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already three days later. As soon as I left the secret realm, I noticed that the aura in the air was not fluctuating properly.

He pushed open the door and walked out quickly, with a smile on his face.

This little apprentice has officially entered the Qi training period, and has opened the door to cultivation!

He knocked on the door and walked in, "In just three days, we have officially entered the Qi training period, not bad."

Duan Lin was wearing a middle coat, and her hair was messed up.

Seeing that there was no extra reaction from the person who came, he yelled with a wooden face, "Master."

Fang Zhuo touched his head, "You haven't tested your spiritual roots after washing the essence and cutting the marrow, put on your clothes, and I'll take you to Qiushuitang."

Although Duan Rin was indifferent, he was very obedient, and he would do whatever Master told him to do.

Fang Zhuo took out a jade comb from the storage bag and combed the boy's hair, and then took out a white jade hair crown and put it on for him.

After a little dressing up, her appearance gradually increased.

Fang Zhuo couldn't hold back, pinched the boy's soft face, "My disciple's face is getting better and better."

Duan Lin raised his head suddenly, his gaze was like a torch.

Fang Zhuo's scalp was numb from his stare, "I, what did I say wrong?"

233, "A boy, he definitely doesn't like being told he's good-looking."

Fang Zhuo suddenly realized, and squeezed the boy's face twice to scare him, "My apprentice is so handsome."

Duan Lin said, "Master is the most beautiful."

This was the first time the boy complimented him face to face, Fang Zhuo was flattered, and quickly took out another pair of matching wristbands, and put them on for the good boy.

No matter the hair crown or the wrist guard, it can bless spiritual power in defense and attack, which can be said to be very practical.

Duan Rin touched it with his hands, and suddenly asked, "Did Master do this by himself?"

Fang Zhuo turned over in his mind, "No."

Duan Lin raised his head and slowly lowered it.

Fang Zhuo raised his eyebrows where he couldn't see, and said, "I used it when I was a child, and it was made by your master."

The boy fumbled east and west on the pair of wristbands, unable to put it down.

Whispered, "I will take good care of it."

Qiushui Hall is located on the top of the North Peak, and there is a special stone for testing spiritual roots inside.

Fang Zhuoping retreated from the guarding disciples, motioning for the young man to come forward.

Duan Lin put his hand on it, but there was no response from the Lingshi test, and it was still lifeless.

The boy's face also sank.

Fang Zhuo hurriedly comforted him, fearing that the child would be devastated because of the broken stone, "Something may have gone wrong with the spirit stone test, try again."

It's okay if you don't try, but if you try again, the boy's face will turn black into ashes.

Fang Zhuo was distressed and embarrassed, and put his hand on it, and the Lingshi immediately flashed a dazzling white light.

Fuck, it's not broken.

"Brother Ah San, do you know what's going on?"

The spiritual root is the foundation of cultivation, if you don't have it, you won't be able to find a suitable cultivation method and direction.

It means that his precious apprentice can only stop at Qi training for the rest of his life.

233 said, "Could it be related to the demon species?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Fang Zhuo's mind, he reached out and grabbed the boy's collar, and took half a step back.

Testing the spirit stone can not only detect the spiritual root, but also detect the devil's energy. Fortunately, the devil's energy in the body of the obedient apprentice is safe. If you really measured something just now...

"Master." Duan Lin suddenly reached out and tugged on Zhuo Xia's sleeve, "The test spirit stone is not broken, it's just because I don't have spiritual roots, right?"

Anyone who is looked up at by a delicate young lady like this will soften his heart to pieces.

Fang Zhuo bent down and looked at him at the same level, "Master can find a suitable exercise for you."

"Thank you, Master." The young man's expression was extremely serious, and his eyes were full of trust.

Fang Zhuo quickly asked the system to adjust the data, and the intimacy value was already one star.

So, ah, people are mutual.

If I treat you well, you will treat me well, and the world will be harmonious.

Duan Linsheng is pregnant with the demon seed of the sky, and the ordinary self-cultivation skills are no longer suitable for him, but the magic skills are not so easy to find.

After returning to Wuwei Peak, Fang Zhuo got into the secret realm, searched all the ancient books and secret methods inside, but couldn't find a suitable one.

It's over, this is forcing him to rob Moxiu.

After being a good citizen of so many worlds, it was really difficult for him to suddenly become vicious.

That night, Fang Zhuo went to Dongfeng and proposed to the elder brother to take his apprentice down the mountain to practice.

Zhao Dongnian glanced behind him, there was no kid, "Didn't you bring it?"

Fang Zhuo said, "I asked him to wait outside the door."

Zhao Dongnian took a sip of tea, "I heard that you took people to Qiushui Hall, how about it?"

"The spirit stone didn't respond."

"Impossible." Zhao Dongnian put the cup away excitedly, "Didn't you give him the marrow washing pill? It's useless?"

Fang Zhuo said expressionlessly, "It's useful, I've grown taller."

Even the Xisui Pill can't save it, what else can Zhao Dongnian say, "It's God's will."

Fang Zhuo said, "I want to take him down the mountain tomorrow to relax."

Everyone who came to Yuan Mingzong wanted to achieve something, and now that he has been hit so hard, the child must have a hard time.

Zhao Dongnian expressed his understanding, but he couldn't help but feel sad for his junior brother when he thought of people who can't cultivate and have a lifespan of only a mere hundred years.

"Are you sure it's him, don't you want to change?"

Fang Zhuo was puzzled, "I'm the only disciple in my life."

Zhao Dongnian sighed, "It's not easy for you, you finally met someone you like, and it turned out..."

He waved his hand, "That's all, since you like him, treat him well, senior brother only hopes that if one day he leaves, you won't be too sad."

Fang Zhuo thought he was talking about big trouble, so he laughed and said, "Brother, you are too worried.

Zhao Dongnian smiled, "In life, enjoy yourself when you are alive. No matter what, senior brother hopes that you will live comfortably."

Fang Zhuo smiled and nodded, "That's natural."

The day chatted here, it was almost dead, and was about to leave, when the senior brother's gentle face suddenly changed.

"Brother made a slip of the tongue just now, it's too early to enjoy yourself in time, so bring your trouser waist to me and fasten it."

Zhao Dongnian showed the majesty of the head of the family, and sternly warned, "Before the child reaches the crown, the ceremony of Zhou Gong cannot be practiced."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

If only it would be great in the 21st century, comrades lack such an open and understanding elder.

"Senior brother misunderstood, I only have a teacher-student relationship with that child, it is definitely not..."

"You don't have to hide it, brother understands." Zhao Dongnian interrupted him, "Our Yuan Mingzong is not like some sects, who restrain themselves with etiquette all day long, you can boldly admit it."

The three words child bride and daughter-in-law are already preconceived, and the elder brother insisted, "When he reaches the crown, I will hold a ceremony for you."

Fang Zhuo, "..." The elder brother is full of drama.

The words that had already welled up in his throat were swallowed.

It's not that he is conceited, the protagonist, sooner or later he will bow down under his robe, it's better to give the elder brother a vaccination first.

Fang Zhuo said, "Since the brothers know about it, I won't hide it. That child really has eyes for me."

Zhao Dongnian was relieved, it was not easy to pry open the clamshell mouth of the junior brother.

He blinked teasingly, "Don't worry, Junior Brother, I won't tell anyone about this."

Fang Zhuo cupped his hands and bowed, "Then I will trouble my brother to keep it a secret for me."

Zhao Dongnian, "It's easy to say, easy to say."

Hehe, it's easy to say fart, with the big brother's mouth, within half an hour, the second senior brother will know.

Sure enough, Fang Zhuo was on the way back, and the system told him that the senior brother went to Nanfeng to find the second senior brother again.

Fang Zhuo couldn't help sighing, his breath just brushed the tip of the boy's ear.

Duan Lin nestled in the arms of the master, the tips of his ears were red.

The back and the man's chest were tightly pressed together, and the scorching heat was continuously transmitted.

He was awkward, but there was a trace of longing in his heart.

The young man's mouth was dry, he looked down at the man's arm across his chest, and whispered, "Master, you...I..."

The chicken cubs were flying fast, and it happened that the wind was against the wind, so Fang Zhuo couldn't hear anything.

He lowered his head and pressed Duan Rin's ear, "What did you say?"

Duan Lin seemed to be scalded by magma, almost broke free from the man's arm and jumped down.

Fang Zhuo frowned and held him down, "It's awkward."

Duan Lin pursed her lips tightly, and didn't say a word to Fang Zhuo until she went to bed.

He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, his mind was so noisy that he couldn't fall asleep.

Simply get up, open the window and look towards the next door.

Song Qingjian would occasionally stay overnight at Wuwei Peak, the room was next to him, and the lights in the room were still on at this time.

Duan Rin went in and knocked on the table, "Senior Brother Song, I have something to ask."

Song Qingjian almost pissed his pants at the senior brother's fright, this was the first time Duan Lin called him that.

"You ask."

"What is the knot ceremony?"

Song Qingjian almost choked to death on his own saliva, "You don't have to be ashamed to ask what you are doing all of a sudden, you little brat."

Duan Rin frowned, "It's fine if you don't say anything."

Song Qingjian, "..." This dog has a really bad temper.

He cleared his throat, feeling a little embarrassed, "The Dao knot ceremony means getting married and paying homage."

Duan Lin was stunned.

Song Qingjian thought he was young and didn't understand, so he patiently explained, "Marriage means a man and a woman go to the church to become husband and wife, and then send them to the bridal chamber, drink a cup of wine, and then..."