Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

Fu Yao's face sank like water at night, Hai Jing was behind him, and his snow clothes were not stained with dust.

Tsing Yi Jianxiu couldn't help calling him behind him:

"Hey! Junior brother!"

"Senior brother!"

Fu Yaoye acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and just kept walking forward.

Xiao Jianyuan sighed, and continued to call him: "Fu Yaoye!"

The snow-clothed boy paused for a moment, and Xiao Jianyuan ran a few steps to chase after him: "Junior Brother..."

Fu Yaoye stood still, looked up at him and asked, "Why did you admit defeat?"

Xiao Jianyuan thought he would see doubt and incomprehension in the young man's eyes, but he saw that Fu Yaoye's red eyes were full of disappointment and anger.

He was stunned for a moment, then hesitated and said, "I..."

Xiao Jianyuan explained: "You have participated in three competitions today, and you should have exhausted a lot of energy, but I haven't participated in one... It's naturally unfair for you to compete with me again at this time."

Xiao Jianyuan avoided Fu Yaoye's eyes, looked at the red mark on his forehead, and lowered his voice unconsciously: "And we are brothers from the same school..."

"Brother..." Fu Yaoye smiled, and then asked him coldly: "You are a brother, do you think I can't beat you?"

Xiao Jianyuan was dumbfounded.

Fu Yaoye lowered his eyes and avoided saying: "Brother, I'm tired, I want to go back and rest."

Without waiting for Xiao Jianyuan to reply, he walked towards Changhua Peak.

The trees in the mountains are as green as washing, with layers of green in different shades.

As far as the eye can see, the setting sun is like blood, coating the turbulent sea of ​​clouds with a layer of dazzling gold, which is extremely magnificent.Fu Yao was walking in the forest at night, his sleeves fluttering like an exiled immortal flying above the clouds.

Xiao Jianyuan suddenly discovered that Fu Yaoye's stature seemed to have grown a lot.

Gentleman Yiyi, whose body is like pruning bamboo, cut like a mill.

"Ugh."

Xiao Jianyuan sighed, found a flat stone and sat down.

The system asked "stinging and stinging": "I also want to ask, why did you admit defeat?"

Xiao Jianyuan held his chin, looked towards the deep valley under his feet, and said quietly: "Maybe I was impulsive."

system:?

When Xiao Jianyuan drew Fu Yaoye's name, he remembered that there was such a passage in the original book.

In the original book, when Sheng Lang faced Fu Yaoye, he showed no mercy at all.

In the end, of course, Fu Yaoye, who was on the third floor of the foundation, lost to Sheng Lang, who was on the ninth floor of the foundation, and it could even be said to be a disastrous defeat.

In fact, there are not many descriptions of this plot, and it is just a short episode of the protagonist's cultivation in Qingheng Mountain.

But Xiao Jianyuan was still hesitating when he was about to compete on stage.

Do you still want to win Fu Yaoye according to the original plot of the original book?

Xiao Jianyuan selfishly wanted Fu Yaoye to win.

Didn't he come here through time travel to reverse the plot?

As the protagonist, everything should go smoothly and always be praised by everyone.

Xiao Jianyuan rubbed his face depressedly.

He actually planned to put on a show and lose to Fu Yaoye in a few moves, but...

But I don't know why I shouted "I admit defeat" as soon as I went up!

Xiao Jianyuan couldn't help covering his face when he recalled the surprised reaction of all the disciples in the audience.

"Sheng Lang, what are you doing sitting there?" Su Baimu stood on the high steps and called him, "Elder Lu called you."

Xiao Jianyuan sighed, stood up and walked back.

"Hey, can I ask what you think?" Su Baimu leaned closer and said gloatingly, "The dignified chief disciple of Qingheng Mountain gave up right away on stage."

"It's not shameful for my junior brother to admit defeat." Xiao Jianyuan said weakly, "Anyway, we, Chang Huafeng, won."

Su Baimu waved his hand to chase him up: "It's okay, don't talk about it, I know your junior brother is excellent... the elders are waiting for you in the hall."

Xiao Jianyuan did some mental training, pushed open the door and went in and saw the five elders sitting neatly, he still couldn't help feeling a little scared.

Xiao Jianyuan decided to admit his mistake first: "Elder, this disciple knows his mistake."

Lu Mengsheng didn't speak, but Zhong Yurong asked him gently: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Jianyuan lowered his head and said, "You shouldn't admit defeat on the competition stage."

When Lu Mengsheng heard the words, he slapped the table, and Yan Li, who was on the side, was choked by the tea in his throat in shock: "I told you before the competition! You must take the first place! You are good, you will admit defeat when you come up!"

Xiao Jianyuan stood obediently, not daring to take a breath.

"Cough, cough, cough," Yan Li put down his teacup, coughed a few times, and changed the topic and asked, "Sheng Lang, what level are you at now?"

Xiao Jianyuan quickly replied: "The foundation has been built on the ninth floor."

"Well, it's okay," Yan Li nodded and said, "According to your aptitude, you may be able to break through to the concentration stage before the Yundu Realm opens."

Xiao Jianyuan said: "The disciple will do his best..."

"That's what you said before the competition!" Lu Mengsheng said angrily, "You don't believe what you say! Repeatedly!"

Xiao Jianyuan: "..."

Zhong Yurong rolled up his sleeves and coughed lightly. Lu Mengsheng barely held his breath, and said to Xiao Jianyuan: "The list for this expedition to the secret realm has been decided, and you still lead the team."

Xiao Jianyuan raised his hand and saluted: "The disciple obeys."

"The Land of Yundu is not only an adventure for you to experience, but also a contest between our various sects, and it is also an opportunity for you to express yourself," Lu Mengsheng said seriously: "But still put your own safety first. As a senior brother, you must take good care of your juniors and sisters."

Xiao Jianyuan's expression froze: "The disciple understands that he will not disappoint the elder's entrustment."

The sky is getting late, and the green daisy in the distant mountains is covered with ink-like colors, and a jade-colored crescent hangs in the dark blue night.

Fu Yaoye rested his chin in one hand, and held an old sword manual in the other.

The sword manual was turned over halfway, but the reader's eyes were empty, as if he didn't read a single word.

A fat pigeon was lying on the window sill outside the window, cooing twice.

Fu Yaoye turned his face sideways, knocked twice on the window frame with his knuckles, and the pigeon flew away in a panic.

"Yeah, Junior Brother is reading." Xiao Jianyuan suddenly popped his head out of the window, "What are you looking at?"

Fu Yaoye turned his head coldly.

There was a smile on the young man's handsome face: "Senior brother, there are still a few isolated books of swordsmanship here, do you want to read it?"

Fu Yao closed his eyelids in the middle of the night, and said in a flat tone, "No need, I haven't finished reading the sword manual that senior brother gave me last time."

Xiao Jianyuan touched his nose, not feeling embarrassed, leaned half his body in, and said with a smile: "The list of disciples going to Yundu Realm is out, Junior Brother, do you want to know who they are?"

Fu Yaoye looked tired, closed the book, and said, "It must be me."

He turned around, tilted his head and smiled: "After all, brother lost to me, didn't he?"

Fu Yaoye had always been gentle and polite, it was the first time Xiao Jianyuan saw him with such an expression, sharp and mocking, the smile on his face gradually froze.

Fu Yaoye got up and said without looking back: "Brother, if you have nothing to do, go back first, I'm going to start practicing swords."

"Senior brother will practice with you!"

Xiao Jianyuan supported it with his hands, and jumped in directly through the window.

"Brother," Fu Yaoye didn't look at him, put the book back in the small bookcase, and said expressionlessly, "You also have to go out to practice swords."

With his back to Xiao Jianyuan, he tidied up the desk and said, "I'm still used to practicing alone, so please don't bother me, brother."

The scattered books were put back one by one, and the pine incense on the table slowly burned out, Fu Yaoye turned around, and couldn't help but be taken aback.

The young man had already left, and a silver sword tassel and a handful of pine nuts were placed on the windowsill.

"Senior brother," Fu Yaoye sighed softly, "Those who go down the mountain without permission will be punished."

He reached out to pick up a pine nut candy, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly put it in his mouth.

"What if the child can't be coaxed well?"

Snow washed Wugou, the stars dimmed, and the cultivator in Tsing Yi walked in the forest alone.

Xiao Jianyuan threw a pine nut candy into his mouth, and asked the system, "Didn't the original book say that he likes pine nut candy the most?"

In the original book, there is a small detail of Lu Ziyuan giving candies to the protagonist. Xiao Jianyuan, who was a reader, was still knocking candies after reading this passage; but now he has to risk being fined, secretly going down the mountain to buy candies to coax the children... …

The system ignored him.

Xiao Jianyuan was so sad that he continued to walk towards his residence.

The road at night is difficult to walk, Xiao Jianyuan can't see clearly, so he summoned a small flame to illuminate it.

"Why are you teasing him?"

The system made a sound suddenly, and Xiao Jianyuan trembled in fright.

Xiao Jianyuan stroked his chest, calmed down his emotions, and answered it as it should be: "He is my junior brother."

"Xiao Jianyuan," the system said to Xiao Jianyuan with a cold tone in its mechanical voice, "You are not Sheng Lang."

System: "You are a tasker, you are here to do the task, why do you care about Fu Yaoye's feelings?"

Xiao Jianyuan was stunned.

He didn't answer for a while, and continued to walk forward without stopping.

Xiao Jianyuan was already depressed, but when he was suddenly asked by the system, he felt even more depressed.

The flame in his hand was silently burning, illuminating his jade-like face.

Xiao Jianyuan stared at the complicated patterns on the sleeves.

It is said that this is made of Tianjiyun brocade, and the dark patterns of pines and cypresses on it are natural.

Such delicate robes only exist in comprehension novels.

There are thousands of hectares of green trees behind him, and any few trees may be older than his age.

After all, this mountain has stretched for thousands of years, with winds and clouds gathered and scattered, and dreams of thousands of years; to this mountain, he is just a drop in the ocean.

"I don't know, I'm in a novel."

Xiao Jianyuan said slowly to the system: "This is a real world."

The system buzzed in his mind.

This is a world based on a novel called "Magic into God", and it is a real world.

Xiao Jianyuan walked steadily.

The subtle chirping of insects is hidden in the grass, and the sound of gurgling water at night is more clear.

The small fire was dim, lighting up a corner of the night.

Xiao Jianyuan stepped on the bluestone steps, but turned around to look back.

The chatty Su Baimu; the naive and romantic Lu Ziyuan; the serious Lu Mengsheng; the romantic and elegant Yan Li...

There is also that young man who is as cold as snow, with sparse eyes; dressed in white, as bright as moonlight, and as cold as ice and snow.

The system reminded him: "You have to know that you have a mission, and completing the mission and returning to reality is your goal."

"I remember."

Xiao Jianyuan stood on the mountainside of Changhua Peak, looked at the lights of each peak, and said, "I have a sense of proportion."

This is a real world, and everyone is real.

This world is not only for the protagonist, everyone is a flesh and blood existence.

Among tens of millions of people, he only cared about Fu Yaoye.

Because Fu Yaoye was his mission target.

is his main character.

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"Magic to God":

"...

Lu Ziyuan smiled and said to Sheng Lang: "Senior Brother Sheng, congratulations, you are the first again in this competition." '

The handsome young man smiled and stroked her hair.

Fu Yaoye stood aside holding the sea mirror, bowed his head and said nothing.

When Lu Mengsheng saw it, he sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry about the ranking, it's enough for you to be able to fight your senior brother several times. '

Fu Yaoye didn't show any frustration on his face, he looked at Sheng Lang and said, "Senior brother's swordsmanship is exquisite, I can't compare to him." '

......"