Cultivation of the husband in the text

Ji Lang took Xiaohong back to Yunzhou City, took him to the food street, threw him a bag of silver coins, and asked him to buy whatever he wanted.

One moment Xiaohong was still unhappy because of the separation from Min Fan, and the next moment she jumped three feet high in excitement, and after a while, both hands were full of snacks, and she kept stuffing them into her mouth.

"Ji Lang!" Xu Qin shouted when he saw him.

"Teacher Xu." Ji Lang walked towards him quickly, "I'm out of town these days, so I couldn't pay my respects to the teacher. Please forgive me."

"We don't need those empty etiquettes between us." Xu Qin waved his hand, then checked Ji Lang's cultivation level, and couldn't help being overjoyed. "Exactly, I have something to tell you."

Ji Lang glanced around, and sat with Xu Qin in a nearby tea room, "Teacher, please tell me."

"The enrollment of Pingzhen Academy is about to start this year. Anyone under the age of 15 and above the eighth floor of the Qi Refining Period can apply with an enrollment letter. Our Yunzhou City Inscriber Association has an enrollment letter. I have asked President Cen to give it to me." to you."

The admission letter of Pingzhen College was described in the novel, so Ji Lang knew how precious this admission letter was, and looked at Xu Qin with emotion and gratitude.

Pingzhen Academy is the largest cultivation academy in the world. It is located in the imperial city, but it is not under the jurisdiction of the imperial dynasty.

The college recruits foreign students almost every year, and can only be admitted after passing the assessment.Students can choose to leave at any time during their studies.Unlike other fairy sects, once you enter a certain sect, you will be a member of that sect for life, unless you are expelled from the sect.

For various reasons, many people are willing to study at Pingzhen Academy before considering which fairy gate to join.And the big and small fairy schools all over the world are also willing to accept the students of Pingzhen Academy.

From a certain point of view, this is equivalent to the relationship between enrollment and employment.

However, Pingzhen Academy sends out a limited number of admission letters each year.

Where there is demand, there is supply, and where there is buying, there is selling.

Even if the admission letter is just an admission ticket, not a through train, there are always some people in some places who buy and sell privately, and there are even second-hand dealers who inflate the price of the admission letter extremely high, and an admission letter can be sold for more than 1000 yuan Lingshi.

Xiaohong came over with big and small bags of food, greasy hands, and said with a smile, "Ji Lang, I have spent all my money. Look, I bought a lot of delicious food."

Ji Lang rolled his eyes vaguely, "You can perform a cleansing technique yourself."

"No." Xiaohong said confidently, and then saw that his hands were glowing with a faint golden light that was almost invisible, and they were instantly clean.

Xu Qin looked at this scene in shock, "Who is this child?"

Ji Lang said: "His name is Xiaohong, he is a mountain spirit with strong spiritual power."

Xiaohong looked at Xu Qin, and said inscrutablely, "The spiritual power in your body is mixed with a chill. If you don't get rid of it in time, your cultivation will not increase but will decrease."

Xu Qin looked at Xiao Hong in disbelief, his face turning blue and white.He was an inscription master in the foundation-building period, but he was unable to become a third-level inscription master for a long time. He also suspected that there was something wrong with his spiritual power, but it was a pity that he never found out.

"Ji Lang, Immortal Little Red, I will take my leave first."

Instead of doubting Xiaohong's words, Xu Qin thought he had finally found out the reason why he was unable to become a third-level inscription master.

So, he hurried back to the Inscriber Association, he wanted to get rid of the chill in his spiritual power.

Ji Lang didn't doubt Xiaohong's words either. Although his magic pen seemed unreliable and he liked to argue with him, but it had to be said that Hong Shunju's strength was unfathomable.

Ji Lang went home and told his parents about the admission letter from Pingzhen Academy, and expressed with firm eyes: "I want to go to Pingzhen Academy."

Although there are protagonists in Pingzhen Academy that he doesn't want to meet, but he knows what he can learn in Pingzhen Academy.

Master Ji and Mrs. Ji are very reluctant, but for the sake of Ji Lang's future, they can't say a word of objection.

The next day, Master Ji personally prepared two generous gifts and took Ji Lang to the Inscription Masters Association.

At this time, many monks and squires in Yunzhou City gathered with President Cen, trying their best to ask for the admission letter.

Chairman Cen still said the same thing: "I have already promised Xu Qin to give Ji Lang this enrollment letter from our association."

"President Cen, although Ji Lang is an inscription master, his cultivation level is too shallow after all. He may not be able to reach the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage when he is recruited by Pingzhen Academy."

Chairman Cen hesitated. In fact, he also thought that he was too hasty in agreeing to Xu Qin.

"Don't bother everyone, my son has successfully established the foundation." Master Ji said in a loud voice, full of air, and walked in with his son with his head held high.

"Chairman Cen is polite." Master Ji ordered his servants to present a thank you gift, "Thank you, President Cen, for his importance to the dog, and for presenting the admission letter."

Ji Lang also bowed to President Cen, and obediently stood beside his father.

Chairman Cen inspected Ji Lang's cultivation, he was shocked, and asked: "Ji Lang, did you have a chance?"

"Exactly, Ji Lang was lucky."

Chairman Cen laughed loudly and said three good words in succession.

Seeing that the situation had been settled, everyone returned angrily.

Xu Qin, who had just become a third-level inscription master, heard that someone wanted to snatch the admission letter, so he hurried over and said anxiously: "Chairman Cen, Ji Lang has already established a foundation, you can't give the admission letter to others!"

The voice fell first, and Xu Qin came in in a hurry, and then he was taken aback for a while.

Master Ji was very grateful to Xu Qin, and he solemnly expressed his gratitude and presented a generous gift.

Chairman Cen took out the admission letter from Pingzhen Academy and handed it to Master Ji.

Next, Master Ji asked someone to find a map to the imperial city.

Master Ji pointed to the location on the map and said: "From our Yunzhou City to the Imperial City, it will take about two months to take the official road all the way. If it goes well, the entrance examination will be in four months, so there is still plenty of time."

Mrs. Ji said from the side: "I heard that the admission letters of other associations also have their owners. As in previous years, everyone will ask Cheng Gang to escort the children to Pingzhen Academy." Mrs. Ji said that Cheng Gang is a monk of the Jindan period, He has escorted students to Pingzhen Academy for five consecutive years, and has a little understanding of the enrollment situation of the academy over the years.

Master Ji pondered slightly, and asked Ji Lang: "What do you think?"

"I want to go by myself." Ji Lang wanted to take a trip to Fuyu Mountain, where there are red vines, which can improve the strength of Hong Shunju.

Mrs. Ji disagreed, "It's too dangerous for you to travel alone, I'm worried."

Master Ji also said: "Your mother is right, I am not at ease."

"Father and mother don't worry, I will protect myself and hire a few more guards." Ji Lang lowered his eyes slightly, knowing that these words were not convincing.

Sure enough, Master Ji snorted heavily, and his anger was aimed at the guards he had hired before. "The last time you went to Leizhou City, you hired guards to accompany you, but what happened? They dared to take you into danger, and left you alone! It's really unreasonable!"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Master Ji became very angry.The same is true of Mrs. Ji, who echoed her repeatedly.

Ji Lang said: "My parents don't know, but Xiaohong is a mountain spirit with unfathomable strength. With him accompanying, my son is safe and sound."

"Mountain spirit?"

"Yes." Ji Lang called Xiao Hong over to show his hand, making Master Ji and Mrs. Ji stunned.

The couple suddenly realized: "No wonder you brought a child back, it turns out to be an expert."

Xiaohong said proudly: "Don't worry, with me here, no one can hurt him."

Therefore, the Ji family provided Xiaohong with even more delicious food and drink.

In order to avoid complications, Ji Lang and Xiao Hong quietly left Yunzhou City two days before Cheng Gang and his party agreed to leave.

Ji Lang was driving the carriage, and Xiao Hong sat beside him, gnawing on dried sweet potatoes.As for the carriage, it was filled with Xiaohong's rations.

"Riding in a carriage is really fun." Xiaohong said excitedly, "I seem to vaguely remember that the former owner also liked to travel in a carriage. It seems that there is someone who always calls him a freak."

Ji Lang drove the carriage with no expression on his face. Just because the little guy who was obsessed with the old owner said he wanted to take a carriage, his father really prepared a carriage for them, otherwise he would have just rode a horse.

Suddenly, the small half of sweet potato that Xiaohong was holding in her mouth fell dry and fell to the ground, being crushed into dust by the wheels of the cart.He widened his eyes and said in surprise: "I sensed the fluctuation of Wu Yun's spiritual power!"

"where is it?"

"In that place."

Without hesitation, Ji Lang drove over immediately.

In the dense forest, two black-clothed and masked Jindan stage monks besieged Min Fan.

Under the absolute strength gap, Min Fan has no power to fight back.But luckily, he has dark clouds.

Wu Yun appeared and severely injured two Jindan monks, and he became weaker, and had to retreat into Min Fan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiaohong typed several inscriptions fiercely, extremely aggressive.Immediately, the two men vomited blood.

Ji Lang supported Min Fan to rest under a big tree next to him, and took out a nourishing pill from the ring for him to take.

"Brother Fan, are you alright?" Xiao Hong rushed over and looked at Min Fan worriedly.

Min Fan adjusted his breath a little, and said, "I'm fine, why are you here?"

"Passing nearby..."

Before Ji Lang finished speaking, Xiao Hong hurriedly said: "I sensed the fluctuation of Wu Yun's spiritual power. Brother Fan, did Wu Yun wake up too?"

Min Fan asked Wu Yun: "Should I tell them, or continue to hide it?"

Wu Yun sighed almost imperceptibly, and said lightly: "You tell me."

So, Min Fan said to them: "He has woken up, but he is thin and weak, and he has been resting in my sea of ​​consciousness all the time."

Xiaohong paused for a moment, then said in a low voice: "It's good when I wake up."

Ji Lang waited for Min Fan to recover most of his spiritual power, and asked, "Where are you going? Why did those two Jindan stage monks attack you?"

Min Fan lowered his eyes, feeling slightly depressed. "I don't know who they are and why they attacked me. I don't have a certain place to go. I want to learn how to be a swordsman and find my parents."

Xiaohong looked around at Ji Lang and Min Fan, stopped for a while, and then said softly and softly: "Ji Lang is going to study at Pingzhen Academy, Brother Fan, come with us."

Min Fan raised his eyes to look at Ji Lang, and Xiao Hong also looked at him flickeringly.

Ji Lang gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go together." As soon as the words fell, he suddenly felt his tongue flash.

He pondered, an admission letter needs more than 1000 middle-grade spirit stones. Although the things in the ring space add up to more than this amount, I am afraid that it will not be enough for tuition and living expenses in the future.

The two men and one child returned to the carriage, and Ji Lang drove the carriage during the day and drew the inscription at night.Seeing that he was working so hard, Min Fan took the initiative to take the job of driving the carriage, and Ji Lang stayed in the carriage to rest while driving.

Every time he went to a town, Ji Lang took the magic weapon with the inscription painted on it and sold it to the auction house or the Inscription Masters Association. Half of the earned spirit stones were saved, and the other half was used to purchase spirit grass to continue drawing inscriptions.

Gradually, Min Fan guessed the reason why Ji Lang worked so hard to draw the inscription, and said to Ji Lang anxiously: "Master, I won't go to Pingzhen Academy anymore, you don't have to work so hard to make money."

Ji Lang said lightly: "I drew the inscriptions to improve my level. If I can be promoted to the third-level inscription teacher before the exam, the enrollment will be stable."