Was watched by the master

The next day, Fang Mu got up early again. After sweeping the leaves for the outer disciples, he followed everyone to the training ground for early practice.

For the first three years of their initiation, Penglai disciples must do morning exercises every day to practice the basic skills of the sect.There are batches of new disciples, but Fang Mu is still practicing early with the new disciples. After ten years, his foundation is still unstable.But this can't be blamed on him, he is a human race, and cultivating immortals in the human race is a difficult task, how can he keep up with the dragon race who are born with spiritual power!

"Little brother~"

"Little Master~"

When everyone saw Fang Mu coming, they all greeted him enthusiastically. With Fang Mu as a foil, it would not appear that they were practicing very slowly.

"Hi, everyone." Fang Mu narrowed his eyes and waved to everyone. He has small canine teeth, and his smile is very beautiful. Everyone likes him very much.

Fang Mu walked to his seat and stood up straight.More than 100 disciples lined up neatly on the training ground.

Standing on the front training platform was his second senior brother Fang Haoyan.Their inner disciples take turns to be on duty every day to supervise the disciples' morning practice, and it happens that the second senior brother is on duty today.

Under Fang Haoyan's order, all the disciples raised their swords together. Every movement of every disciple was like copying and pasting. Looking around, it was mighty and magnificent.

After the group morning practice, it is the individual free practice.Although Penglai's weapon is a fan, this fan is not an ordinary fan. It usually looks the same as an ordinary fan, but it is indeed very different in actual use. It can be transformed into various forms, and the fan bones can be used as flying knives and silver needles. When used as a hint, the combined power of the fan can be transformed into a long sword, so practicing swords and flying knives is also one of their main exercises, which are the basis.

Throwing knife is good at it, even if it always misses the target, it can be considered as good at barely.

But Fang Mu didn't understand the basic swordsmanship after ten years of practice, and he was always stuck in the key points. That's why Fang Mu came to practice with the new disciples every day, mainly to practice swords.

People with a lot of spiritual power just need to close the fan, hold the fan handle in the palm of their hand, and pull the power from the root of the fan to turn the fan body into a long sword. However, Fang Mu's spiritual power is low or even non-existent. One goes on.

It looks funny and sad.

When the spiritual power is poured into the fan from the palm, it will emit a cool white light, but Fang Mu's method does not have this kind of special effect. I feel that there is no sense of deterrence, and I don't feel noble at all.

But everyone is not surprised by this, and can understand him, because he is the only one who needs to cultivate spiritual power from scratch.

Everyone is practicing independently.

Fang Mu's position happened to be under a big tree. When the breeze blew, the leaves floated down from the tree, landed on Fang Mu's shoulders, and landed on his sword...

If Fang Mujian danced better, it would be a beautiful picture, but unfortunately...

Fang Mu kept thinking about the moves of swordsmanship.The front was very smooth, but once he got to a certain place, he got stuck, and then started again, over and over again; the surrounding juniors and nephews had all dispersed after practicing, but he was still continuing.

The person sitting on the tree finally couldn't stand it anymore, he broke off a twig and threw it at Fang Mu.

Fang Mu, who was thrown to the head by the twig, looked up suspiciously, and saw the ancestor Fang Zhi sitting on the tree in white clothes, with a grass seedling in his mouth, looking down at him.

"Old...Old Ancestor?" Fang Mu immediately stood up straight after being shocked, with his small face upturned, looking cute.

"Hmm." Fang Zhi jumped down from the tree and landed just in front of Fang Mu. Fang Mu could almost smell the faint fragrance of Fang Zhi's body.

He hurriedly took two steps back, and said weakly, "Old... Patriarch, why are you here?"

"Why, can't I come?" Fang Zhi crossed his arms and looked at Fang Mu with interest.

Fang Mu quickly waved his hands and shook his head, "No, you are the patriarch, you can go wherever you want, I just... just..." Fang Mu was so nervous that he was about to bite his tongue, he didn't know if he said something wrong I'm afraid that the ancestor will scold him.

"Why are you nervous? I didn't say anything to you. Do I look fierce?"

Fang Mu shook his head hastily, thinking: You don't look fierce, but you are an ancestor, how can people not be in awe.

"Then stand still."

Fang Mu immediately stood up, with his hands vertical, and a straight posture.

Fang Zhi rubbed his chin and looked Fang Mu up and down, "You don't look stupid, why are you so stupid when practicing swords?"

Fang Mu lowered his head in shame.

"You have practiced such a set of swordsmanship no less than dozens of times. How did your head grow?" Fang Zhi's tone was not fierce, not like a reprimand, but more like teasing, but Fang Mu was very ashamed when he heard it. The ancestor knew that he had practiced for ten years, would he be so angry that he vomited blood? ? ?

Thinking of this, Fang Mu lowered his head even lower.

"Tsk, it really is a kid. Needless to say, practice it again and show me." Fang Zhi took a few steps back to make room for Fang Mu.

Fang Mu raised his head, gave Fang Zhi a weak look, and whispered: "...Yes." His voice was small and trembling, his heart rate accelerated due to nervousness, and even his hands felt weak and numb.

Unlike yesterday, yesterday's nervousness was due to the shyness of seeing someone I admire, but today's nervousness is due to the fear of being scolded for not practicing well.

In other words, would their ancestors beat people?Does it hurt to hit someone?

Fang Mu suddenly remembered the legends about the ancestors... His body couldn't help trembling, he took a deep breath, took a step back, and raised his sword clumsily again.

He didn't dare to look at Fang Zhi directly, so he had to turn his eyes elsewhere, praying in his heart that he would not make mistakes.

But people are especially prone to mistakes when they are nervous.Fang Mu made a mistake just after the second move. His wrist was too tense and weak to hold the sword. The mysterious sword fell to the ground with a bang. Fang Mu's heart jumped a few times with the bang, and he was startled too. .

"Old... Patriarch, I..." Fang Mu lowered his head, terrified in his heart, and dared not pick up the sword.

"Pick up the sword and practice again." Fang Zhi's voice could not hear any emotion, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry or not.

Fang Mu quickly squatted down and picked up the sword. Under Fang Zhi's gaze, he started practicing again.He used most of his strength on his hands, for fear that the situation just now would happen again.

After making a mistake once, Fang Mu's nervousness soared, and his condition was not as good as before. After persisting for a long time, he staggered and fell to the ground. It was not to mention how funny that was, but he was picked up by Fang Zhi before he could embarrass and panic. The collar picked it up, "Continue."

Fang Mu didn't dare to say anything, so he had to grit his teeth and continue, but things backfired, the more he wanted to do well, the worse he couldn't do it. For several hours in a row, Fang Mu made frequent mistakes, and Fang Mu was about to cry, and his eyes turned red.

"I'm not angry at all, but you were wronged first." Fang Zhi spit out the grass seedlings in his mouth, walked up to Fang Mu in two or three steps, and lowered his head to get closer to Fang Mu.

Fang Mu shrank quickly and shook his head, "No, this disciple dare not."

"Why do you always make mistakes?" Fang Zhi suddenly became serious.

Fang Mu was so frightened that his shoulders shook, and he said weakly, "Because... because I'm tight... nervous."

"Why are you nervous?"

"Because... I'm afraid of you." Fang Mu whispered more and more, keeping his head down.

"Why are you afraid of me?" Fang Zhi reached out and pinched Fang Mu's chin, lifting his head.

The head is raised, but the neck is drawn back, like a frightened little rabbit.

Fang Mu's voice like a mosquito spit out from her warm lips, "Because... because you are the ancestor, I am afraid... afraid of being scolded by you." After speaking, Fang Mu bit his lower lip, looking innocent and pitiful. Who do you think he was bullied by?

It's not bad for him. If such a character looks at him, whoever is not nervous?And...except for his master and senior brother, no one has stared at him like this practicing sword.If it were his master and senior brothers, he would not be so nervous. Even if he made a mistake, the master and senior brothers would not have the heart to discipline him, but the ancestor is not necessarily so.

If he was slapped by the ancestor, would he be slapped to death directly?

Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle and my spine feel cold.

Fang Zhi burst out laughing suddenly, he stood up straight, propped his chin and tilted his head to look at him, "You're really a kid."

【Speak】

The author has something to say: As mentioned in the previous chapter, the dragons have a very long lifespan, with an average lifespan of ten thousand years+. Their levels are divided into: Golden Dragon>Black Dragon>Blue Dragon>White Dragon>Red Dragon, and the growth of a level is divided into: Tier [-]< Second Tier<Third Tier<Fourth Tier<Earth Tier<Heaven Tier, that is, after the red dragon's Tian Tier will become a white dragon, and so on.

Every time you break through a level, you will increase your lifespan. After turning into a black dragon, you can get eternal life and become a real fairy.

The practice of the human race is divided into four realms: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang. The so-called practice of becoming a fairy is not really becoming a fairy, but just increasing his lifespan through practice. Every time he breaks through a level, his lifespan will increase by a certain amount. , How much it grows varies from person to person, but if you can't break through, you will die like a normal person.

The dragon race is born with a fairy body and can transform into form from birth, but other races cannot transform into spirits and monsters. Other races need to cultivate to a certain level before they can transform into form. Each race has its own cultivation method, so I won’t explain it here.