Master always thinks that disciples are useless

Yujian volleyed through the clouds, and the mountains under his feet shrank to the size of a palm.

Gong Zhengyu suddenly leaned his head on Gu Qinghan's shoulder, with both arms stretched forward to rest on his body, with a sleepy expression: "Has anyone in the cultivation world used spiritual grass instead of spiritual roots in recent years?"

The young man suddenly leaned up from behind, the man froze for a moment, then he relaxed his vigilance and thought about it carefully: "Two people."

Spiritual grass vines are not a common thing, nor can ordinary monks find them. Otherwise, those monks with poor spiritual roots can dig them up and replace them with spiritual grass seeds.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Gong Zhengyu looked strange: "I just feel that this grass is a little afraid of heights."

Gu Qinghan was puzzled, and was about to speak, when Gong Zhengyu made another nauseous movement, spit out a water-blue thing from his mouth, and fell from a high altitude.

Even the most docile seeds of water spirit root and spirit growth grass cannot be buried in the young man's body, which means that other seeds cannot.

Without spiritual roots, one cannot cultivate.

How can the sky crack be healed without cultivation?

"If it really comes to a time when I can't make a choice, I will die with my own life."

"Useless Qinghan, your cultivation is far from enough, but I have a glimpse of the secret, the abnormal movement of the spirit pool, and there will be a way to deal with it, you have to make good use of it..."

The conversation with the remnant soul of the ancestor of the Xuanqing sect rang again in Gu Qinghan's ears, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

It... him?

use……

Could it be that it was the ancestor's intention that he really wanted him to use this person to improve his cultivation?

that……

Gong Zhengyu suddenly said: "Is this considered a high-altitude parabolic? But a blade of grass should not kill anyone... By the way, I haven't told you where I'm going, the country of Li, the country of dawn, the country of the country, I'm going to find the emperor of Li country."

"..."

Gu Qinghan said softly: "There is no emperor in the cultivation world."

"Huh? Aren't we going to the human world?"

The sword under his feet gradually descended, but in an instant it landed firmly in the woods beside a city. At the gate of the city, ordinary people dressed in crowds came in and out in twos and threes, and the enthusiastic cries of peddlers in the city could be heard from a distance.

Gu Qinghan withdrew his sword and nodded: "There is no emperor in the world."

Gong Zhengyu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized later that the human world he was talking about seemed to be different from the human world defined by the cultivation world.

What he wants to go to is the human world, one of the six worlds full of people, not the human world where no one is cultivating immortals, which is still within the scope of the cultivation world!

Damn!

He stomped his feet irritably, and gestured with his hands and feet: "It's not here! It's the human world! Do you understand, the human world is a single world like the fairy world and the cultivation world!"

Gu Qinghan was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "Only by exploring the immortal way and ascension can we leave the cultivation world."

Gong Zhengyu almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, paced back and forth depressed and impatient, and punched the trunk of the maple tree next to him.

The hard bark hurt the bones, and just as a death method of hitting the tree took shape in his mind, Gu Qinghan walked over and stood tall and straight by the tree.

In Gong Zhengyu's eyes, this is undoubtedly a provocative look of "see if you hit the tree faster or my hands faster".

Gong Zhengyu: Grass!

Unable to fight and unable to die, Gong Zhengyu had a bitter look on his face, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and enter the city dejectedly.

It's not that he didn't think about killing someone in the street so that Gu Qinghan Kuang Fuzheng could take care of him, but when he thought that his cultivation base was completely unarmed, it was almost impossible to kill someone in one move.

What's more, the person surnamed Gu did everything possible to keep him to repair the cracks in the sky. If he said "disturbed your Xuanqing sect's chickens and dogs", he could be cautiously locked up on the near water peak. If he really killed someone, he might have to find the root cause. The rope hung him up and tied him!

That's the real fuck up!

Why is it so difficult to find a death!

Gong Zhengyu walked in front with sullen head to vent his dissatisfaction, passed by a cinnabar shop, glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Gong Zhengyu turned around, stretched out his hand and spread his palms, regardless of the people coming and going on the street, he asked Gu Qinghan for money: "Give me the money, I want to buy something."

Xu Shi's tone and actions were too righteous, and many passers-by frequently turned their heads to look at these two handsome men dressed in immortal aura.