Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

Xiao Jianyuan had ghosts in his heart, and he was so frightened that he dropped the medicine bottle in his hand: "What? We, we didn't do anything!"

The medicine bottle rolled to Lu Mengsheng's feet. He picked it up and saw it clearly, and instantly exploded with anger: "Bastard! I'm not practicing well, and I'm delaying your junior brother!"

"If I hadn't been on patrol, you would have dared to give your junior brother pills to improve his cultivation!" Lu Meng's beard was trembling with anger, and he roared at Xiao Jianyuan, "Your mind is wrong! You will be punished by copying the Heart Sutra [-] times." ! Leave it to me tomorrow!"

"Ah?" Xiao Jianyuan was stunned.

Because the Qingxin Sutra is to calm the mind and stabilize one's state of mind, one must concentrate on reciting it, which is very exhausting, let alone copying.

"Hmph! The head of the sect is too conniving to you! As a senior brother, you don't lead by example, but also influence your junior brother! If this continues, the ethos of the sect will be ruined by you!"

After reprimanding Xiao Jianyuan, Lu Mengsheng suppressed his anger, then turned to Yao Ye and said earnestly, "You are young and have just entered the sect, so you have to practice steadily..."

Fu Yaoye listened with his head down, looking very humble and ashamed, Elder Lu said in a more emphatic tone: "Don't learn from your useless big brother!"

Xiao Jianyuan standing aside: "..."

Brother, I'm sorry, it's useless to be a brother.

System: "Oh."

At night, the candles flicker in the bamboo house.

The young man was lying on the wooden table in a drowsy state, with several sheets of paper full of words under his elbows.

Fu Yaoye quietly walked into the bamboo house, seeing his elder brother's appearance, he couldn't help but squinted his eyes.

He approached slowly, stood beside the young man, and looked down at him.

The young man didn't realize it, but he actually had a good skin, thin lips and a straight nose, and his eyebrows, mouth and nose were called handsome.During the day, his expression was lively and his spirits were high; now that he was asleep, he looked a little more stable and solemn.

"This look, looks like a senior brother..."

Fu Yaoye murmured softly, stretched out his hand slowly, and touched the young man's hair.

The candle was burning silently, reflecting the two people in the room. The shadows projected were one high and one low. The shadow at the high point leaned slightly, and the distance between the two shadows was shortened, and some even overlapped.

Fu Yaoye had no expression on his face, and his knuckle-boned fingers showed a different kind of whiteness against the black hair.

The slender fingers moved up bit by bit along the hair, and the movements were slow. When they reached the young man's neck, Fu Yaoye put his whole hand on the back of his neck.

The slender hand was reddened by the candlelight, and the knuckles of the fingers suddenly turned white, as if they had used a lot of strength.

Fu Yaoye stared coldly at the sleepy young man, seeing the top of his hair, he suddenly remembered the peach blossoms that fell on his head during the day.

The candle flame danced slightly, and he slowly withdrew his hand, covering the young man lying on the table with a cloak.

"...It's cold at night, brother, you should put on more clothes."

His tone was cold, and he said every word.

The young man breathed steadily, naturally he would not make a sound.

Fu Yaoye didn't expect anyone to reply him, so he turned and left.

The young man was as tall as a bamboo. He stood in front of the window, looking up at the dark sky.

A full moon was just facing the window, the moon was shining brightly, and the stars were dim.

The candlelight behind him swayed in the wind, unable to withstand the force of the wind, and quickly extinguished.

The house was plunged into darkness, and the boy was still standing motionless in front of the window, as if there was something beautiful about the dark sky.

"You didn't kill him?"

A person suddenly appeared in the darkness. He was wearing a black robe and a strange black mask on his face. His voice was hoarse and weird under the thick mask.

"I killed him. His life was too high, so he didn't die." The boy said with his back turned to him.

The masked man said again: "Then you have to hurry up."

The young man gathered up the dark blue coat he was wearing, and there was a smile in his hoarse voice: "It's still early, don't worry."

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"Magic to God":

"...The young man backhanded his sword and blocked the sword's edge that was attacking his face. He bent his lips and smiled: 'Little brother, you can't hit your face.'

The young man pursed his lips, retreated quickly, and swung his sword towards Sheng Lang's right side.

Fu Yaoye knew that he would definitely not be able to defeat Sheng Lang, and also knew that the elder brother was teaching him a move, and that the sword technique Sheng Lang used was exactly what he had learned today.

His small face was tense, showing an expression of indifference that didn't match his age, but he was serious enough, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were fixed on the movements of the person opposite him.

While observing his brother's swordplay, he resisted carefully, so focused, but he got a little messed up after a few rounds.

In the end, Sheng Lang couldn't stand it anymore, he hastily ended the sword practice, and said: 'Okay, let's rest. '

Fu Yaoye withdrew his sword, Sheng Lang saw that he was not in a good mood, stretched out his hand to touch his head, and said, "If I were your age, I would not be as good as you." '

Fu Yaoye shook his head lightly, and said, "No, it's because the younger brother didn't work hard enough." '

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