Kuaichuan is pampered and coquettish

"Who are you?"

A female cultivator with cinnabar imprinted on the center of her brow landed first, her willow eyebrows were slightly twisted, and there was no emotional ups and downs on her beautiful and refined face.

Obviously, this group of people is headed by the female cultivator who asked the question just now. No matter the cultivator wearing the Zongmen costume or the new disciple who has been selected, they all stood quietly behind her and did not dare to speak, but looked at her with curious eyes. Written by Rong Shu and Nan Lichuan.

Nan Lichuan looked at the expressionless female cultivator, and hid behind Rong Shu in fear.

Rong Shu patted the back of his hand reassuringly, raised his eyes and gave the female cultivator a harmless smile, and said crisply, "Sister Fairy, my younger brother and I came to the Lingxiao Gate to worship as a teacher and cultivate immortals. Accept us?"

The female cultivator looked coldly at Rong Shu's wide-open cat eyes and pretended to be cute, and was not moved at all, "This year's quota is full, you can wait for the next time."

As she spoke, she waved her plain hand, a gust of wind from her white sleeves fanned the two of them aside, her body suddenly flew into the air, Nan Lichuan was so frightened that he quickly hugged Rong Shu's waist.

When the female cultivator flipped her wrist, she brought a strong aura and pulled away the Lingshan, and a gate tens of meters high suddenly appeared on the stone wall of Nuoda's Lingshan.

It is like a small world inside, surrounded by clouds and mist, and flying cranes, it seems like a fairyland.

Except for the Lingxiao Sect disciples, everyone else looked shocked.

Rong Shu also looked at it with great interest. He had seen the icy purgatory in the demon world, the flowers on the other side of the Wangchuan River in the ghost world, and this was the first time he had seen the cultivating sects in the human world.

It's just that the current human race is much weaker than the monsters and ghosts. Almost all the elite monks in the human world were lost to Jun Ningfei's subordinates, and they became the nourishment for the birth of the entrusting person. An elite monk with one life will either pass away or ascend.

In short, the current human race is the weakest among all races.

Rong Shu clasped his small body tightly in his arms, and leaned forward to block the nun's way, facing the nun's cold gaze, and said with a cute and serious expression, "Sister Fairy, my brother and I have admired the name of Lingxiaomen for a long time, Bashanwashui came here on purpose to pay homage to the sect, since you have already recruited all the places this year, can you help me and my brother test whether there is a spiritual root, if not, let us give up at least."

He was born with red lips and white teeth, and he spoke sweetly. Hearing his words, many monks softened their attitudes. After all, they only tested their spiritual roots, and they would not lose anything.

The female cultivator also thought so, she took out a spirit stone from the storage ring, and said in a calm voice, "Just put your hand on it."

Rong Shu nodded, and put his hand on the spirit-testing stone. After a while, a touch of emerald green symbolizing the root of the wood spirit appeared on the originally white spirit-testing stone, and the light became brighter and brighter.

When everyone saw this scene, their complexions immediately changed, and their eyes fell on Rong Shu in unison, but this time, they were not casual and watching, but full of envy and jealousy.

Rong Shu pursed his lips amusedly, the client was the incarnation of Bianhua raised from the bones of nearly ten thousand monks, and he was also the king of the ghost clan, how could his talent be poor?

Nan Lichuan buried his head in Rong Shu's arms, he couldn't see the scene clearly, he just felt that the surroundings suddenly became much quieter, but he didn't bother to look back, he felt that the other person's body smelled very good, which made people feel at ease.

A hint of surprise flashed in the female cultivator's eyes. She had never seen such a talented wood spirit root. Even the third elder with the best talent in the wood department of Lingxiaomen was not as good as the young man in front of him.

She raised her eyes slightly, "Your talent is very good, naturally we will not reject you, are you still willing to join Lingxiaomen?"

Rong Shu nodded again and again, "I am willing."

The female cultivator asked again, "Does your brother want to be tested?"

Rong Shu was overjoyed when he heard the words, "Can my brother and I join?"

The female cultivator didn't speak, but just handed the spirit test stone to Nan Lichuan who was hiding behind Rongshu, motioning for him to put his hand on it.

Nan Lichuan looked up at Rong Shu and blinked his eyes.

Rong Shu found that the child was becoming more and more dependent on him, and no matter what he did, he had to ask for his opinion.

He nodded slightly at Nan Lichuan.

Only then did Nan Lichuan put his hand on it, and it was the same as the test result in the ghost palace, a very weak purple light.

It turned out to be the one-in-a-million Leilingen.

However, when everyone saw how weak the purple light was, their fiery eyes instantly changed.

Thunder root is the most suitable spiritual root for cultivation. It has a very strong affinity for thunder and lightning. It will be much easier than other monks under the thunder disaster. It is also the most promising spiritual root for ascension.

It's just a pity that that Lei Lingen's talent is too bad, whether he can cultivate to that level is a problem.

A trace of regret also flashed in the eyes of the female cultivator, and she stepped forward to the gate, "You guys follow the team."

Rong Shu dragged Nan Lichuan into the team of new disciples.

Since Rong Shu has a single spiritual root, his talent is so good, coupled with his good looks and good temperament, no matter the disciples who have already entered the Lingxiao sect or the new disciples who have just been selected this year, they all look at him differently.

In the beginning, many people approached Rong Shu or made friends with him through Nan Lichuan, but in the end they were all attracted by the fairyland-like landscape in Lingxiaomen.

Rong Shuan quietly pulled Nan Lichuan, his face was bright red and his expression was well-behaved, he looked very cute.

The crowd followed the female cultivator all the way to the gate of the master of the Lingxiao Gate. There were already dozens of male and female monks standing in front of the gate. All of them had good looks and were dressed in pure white clothes like the disciples. , but the pattern on it is more cumbersome, showing their status in Lingxiaomen.

Faced with the sect master and the elders, the female cultivator remained expressionless, and briefly introduced to them the spiritual roots and talents of this new batch of disciples.

Sure enough, Rongshu's wood spirit root talent was valued by everyone, and finally joined Nan Lichuan as the law enforcement elder who was also Lei Linggen, the second elder.

The third elder is a gentle and beautiful female cultivator. Seeing that Rong Shu and the law enforcement elder had left, she was a little anxious. She called Rong Shu to stop, and said softly, "Are you really not considering joining my sect? I am very good here. Wood-type cultivation techniques..."

"Hey, third brother." The law enforcement elder put Rong Shu behind him, and smiled at the third elder, "I'm still here, it's not good to poach a wall in front of me."

The third elder frowned slightly, with a hint of helplessness flashing across his eyes, "I have lived for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen a seedling with such a talent in wood."

In the end, the law enforcement elder took Rong Shu and Nan Lichuan away under the envious eyes of everyone. He wanted to open a cave for each of them, but Rong Shu refused.

The law enforcement elder saw that they were going to live in the same cave, so he helped to open up a cave that was big enough for two people to live in.

After tidying up the cave, the law enforcement elders handed each of Rong Shu and Nan Lichuan a storage ring, asking them to recognize the Lord with blood.

"There are enough spiritual stone pills and cultivation methods for you to use for the previous year. If you don't have enough, come to me."

"Nanyang, I went to the third elder to ask you about a top-level wood-type exercise. You should practice hard according to the above and don't be lazy, understand?" "Nan Lichuan, you have to work hard, even though your talent is not It is superior, but it is also a single spiritual root. As long as you work hard, you will definitely make progress.

After explaining a lot and teaching the two how to lead the spirit into the body, the law enforcement elder reluctantly left, but the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed no matter how hard he tried.

Rong Shu took a brief look into the ring, and found that it was full of high-grade spirit stones and elixir, which could be considered a big deal among ordinary monks, but it was not attractive to him at all.

There are far more good things in the client's storage ring than these, and this body's cultivation has reached the late stage of out-of-body, these resources are not even enough for him to plug his teeth.

Rong Shu's long and slender index finger touched the ring lightly, and all the resources such as spirit stones and medicines inside were piled up on the ground, he smiled at Nan Lichuan, "I don't need these resources, they are all for you, you should practice hard. "

Nan Lichuan nodded repeatedly.

He collected the spirit stone pills piled on the ground, and sat cross-legged on the stone bed covered with soft spirit animal skins to practice, while Rong Shu fell asleep leaning on the rattan swing.

Not long after, Rong Shu noticed a wave of spiritual energy coming from outside the cave, and when he raised his eyes, he heard a clear female voice from outside, "Is Junior Brother Nanyang there?"

Chu Li responded, turned over and walked to the entrance of the cave. The female cultivator was holding several Lingxiaomen disciples' costumes in her arms, "This is for you and Junior Brother Li Chuan."

Rong Shu reached out to take it, "Thank you, Senior Sister."

The nun has never had much resistance to good-looking people, she smiled very familiarly, "You don't have to call me so unfamiliar, just call me Misty Rain, my surname is Shen."

As she spoke, she stuck out her tongue again, "I am a disciple of the Seventh Elder, if you need any help in the future, you can come to me."

Rong Shu smiled and nodded.

Watching Shen Yanyu leave, Rong Shu changed into the Lingxiao Sect's disciple costume, took out an enchantment talisman left by the law enforcement elder and threw it at the door, lay down beside Nan Lichuan and fell asleep again.

The morning class on the second day was in the unified quiet hall of the new disciples, and it was said that Ye Ge, the chief disciple under the head of the sect, Dongyu, taught them.

As soon as Rong Shu entered the quiet hall, many new disciples in school costumes waved and asked him to sit next to him.

Rong Shu smiled politely, found a seat near the front and pulled Nan Lichuan to sit down.It was still early at this time, and Ye Ge hadn't come yet, but almost all the new disciples who were new to cultivating immortals had arrived.

The surrounding disciples saw him as a single spiritual root with excellent talent, and even the head of the sect wanted to accept him as a disciple. As soon as Rong Shu sat down, they praised and flattered him, and there were also jealous and contemptuous glances.

But if they didn't come to provoke him, Rong Shu didn't bother to pay attention.

Seeing Rong Shu's obviously polite and alienated attitude, many people gradually backed away, but there were also a few who couldn't read his words, and his ears were calloused from hearing the compliments.

This is the cruelty of the world of cultivating immortals. If you are talented, you will be admired by all people, and you will be the proud son of heaven.If your talent is not good, you will be bullied and live worse than a dog.

When the time for class arrived, Ye Ge walked into the quiet hall on time, and it was really accurate.

Rong Shu propped his chin up and looked at the handsome young man on the podium, the chief disciple of the Lingxiao Sect master who was cultivated in the late stage of Nascent Soul.The head of the Lingxiao Sect with the highest cultivation base yesterday was only in the middle of his heart, and the human race has really fallen to such a point.

Back then, Jun Ningfei slaughtered nearly [-] elite monks of the human race by himself. It is no wonder that the human world is afraid and hates Jun Ningfei when he mentions Jun Ningfei.

Rong Shu propped his chin and listened bored, almost falling asleep, but Nan Lichuan listened with gusto.

He didn't have much memory of the tasks he had done, but he vaguely remembered someone saying that students who sleep in class will be punished.

Sure enough, he didn't listen to the old man's words, and he was at a disadvantage. When he opened his eyes again, he was dragged into a dream.

Rong Shu looked at the remains of broken limbs all over the place, and his stomach churns.

He widened his eyes slightly, pinched himself hard, and the clear pain spread all over his limbs. Is this a dream?

Why do dreams have such a clear pain?

A hand rested lightly on his shoulder, Rong Shu's face froze, and then he heard Cang Xun's voice.

"What?" The man was half a head taller than him, and gently leaned into his ear, "Are you afraid? This is a mass grave, the place where you were born, brother."

Rong Shu was overwhelmed by the pungent smell of blood and rotten flesh in the air, and he closed his eyes a little suffocated. He felt that he could still rescue him.

The body was wrapped into a strong chest, and the familiar cold fragrance filled the nose.

Cang Xun lowered his head and kissed the back of his neck, "I miss you very much."

Rong Shu, "..." It seems that they have only been separated for a long time, and he was forced into a dream just after taking a nap in class.

Seeing that Cang Xun's movements became more and more explicit, Rong Shu pressed his hand down, "No, I'm still in class."

In case of any strange noises coming out later, the whole quiet hall should know that he is having sex dreams in class.

Cang Xun was a little dissatisfied, "Then next time."

After he finished speaking, he was still reluctant to let go of the book, and hugged the person tightly in his arms, sticky, wishing to kiss him from head to toe.

However, before he finished kissing, the dream suddenly collapsed.

Rong Shu was woken up by Nan Lichuan. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a person standing beside him. His heart skipped a beat. When he looked up, he saw the serious expression on the face of the chief disciple Ye Ge who was supposed to be standing on the podium. Taking out the ruler, "Stretch out your hand."

"..." Rong Shu stretched out his hand silently, and the ruler fell down with a snap, and his white and soft palm turned red.

Ye Ge slapped him three times, "Good talent is not the capital of laziness, you go back and copy the Qingxin formula ten times, and hand it in three days later."