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    Zu Linshu himself could not understand such a result, but he did not agree to the requests of his fellow disciples. He felt that Lan Xuan Sect had just restored its reputation and he should not cause trouble to the Sect at this time.

    But when a person is alone, he can't help but feel worried and even unfair.  And under the stimulation of this injustice, he practiced harder than ordinary disciples.

    It was the middle of the night when the moon was full again, and Zu Linshu once again flew out of the cave where he lived to practice his sword skills in the mountain peaks.  Although the sword skills practiced by monks who have passed the seventh level of Qi training are no longer of much use, Zu Linshu still insists on practicing.

    He thought that one day, he would be able to become that man with a sword that cuts across the sky!

    Even if you are much worse than that person, you still have to work hard towards that aspect.

    The most common basic sword technique of Lan Xuanmen, he practiced it one move after another. Under the stimulation of his inner energy, the half-foot-long sword light continued to spit out under the moonlight.

    The cold light flashes, and the momentum goes straight into the sky!

    At this time, Zu Linshu suddenly felt that the aura in his body was not smooth.

    He has been stuck on this hurdle for some time.  He also consulted some elders for advice, but the result was that his cultivation was not enough.

    But he always felt that this was not the case, but he could not figure out the mystery inside it for a while.

    ¡°Is this time really just like the last time, just like this?

    Zu Linshu was a little unwilling. He wanted to get closer to that man. One day he also wanted to fight with swords in all directions. He couldn't just back down.

    "Reverse the breath, raise your hand three inches!" A plain but majestic voice.  It sounded in Zu Linshu's heart instantly.

    Although he didn¡¯t hear clearly who was speaking, Zu Linshu couldn¡¯t help but adjust his breath according to the senior¡¯s arrangement.

    In an instant.  His whole body rose up with the sword light, and the sword light that was originally only a few feet increased to ten feet, directly cutting down a big tree not far away.

    All of this gave Zu Linshu the feeling of dreaming, and the problem that had troubled him for a long time was easily solved by this sentence.

    He was excited.  Turning his head to look in the direction where he was speaking, he saw a young man wearing a blue Taoist robe, with a hint of softness in his eyebrows.  He was smiling lightly at him.

    This person¡¯s appearance has been deeply imprinted in his heart, making him unforgettable for the rest of his life!

    This is his idol, his goal.  His reverence!

    He originally thought.  I didn't know when the next time I would see him again, but I didn't expect that he would be standing in front of me today.

    The momentary excitement left him speechless.  But the figure came to him and said with a chuckle: "Your sword skills are a bit too anxious."

    "Cultivation, especially swordsmanship. Sometimes the more anxious you are, the more you get twice the result with half the effort. So in this regard, you have to remember that haste makes waste, and take your time."

    At this time, Zu Linshu finally calmed down. He bowed to Fang Ling respectfully and said, "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

    Fang Ling nodded, waved his sleeves and said, "You don't have to be polite. I'm very pleased to see that you can practice so hard."

    Having said this, Fang Ling continued: "According to what you did that day, Master Nephew Ling was originally planning to promote you to the core disciple of our sect, but I did not agree."

    Zu Linshu was stunned for a moment when he read the words "Master Nephew Ling". Then he thought that the Master Nephew Ling he was talking about was the head of Ling Taifu who could decide their fate. For a moment, he felt a little sweaty. After all, he and Ling Taifu  , the difference is really a bit too far.

    "Do you know why I am not going to let you become a core disciple?" Fang Ling's voice sounded in Zu Linshu's ears again.

    For Zu Linshu, becoming a core disciple is one of his biggest wishes.  Every sect spares no effort in cultivating core disciples, and it will be of great benefit for him to become a core disciple.

    If anyone else blocked his path to becoming a core disciple, Zu Linshu would definitely curse him, but Fang Ling was different.

    Fang Ling's obstruction will only make Zu Linshu want to find reasons in himself.

    He looked at Fang Ling and said respectfully: "It's the disciple's shortcomings, so the master"

    "No, with your contribution, it is more than enough to become a core disciple of Lan Xuan Sect, but I don't want you to become an ordinary core disciple. I hope you can step through the foundation building and achieve the golden elixir!"

    As Fang Ling spoke, an extra jade slip appeared in his hand and he said: "There is a sword formula in here. I hope you can practice the sword formula, build the foundation through your own efforts, and step into the core in a dignified way."??The position of disciple.  Remember my words, if a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools.  "

    Looking at the sword technique in Fang Ling's hand, Zu Linshu's heart was filled with gratitude.  He knelt down on the ground respectfully and said to Fang Ling in a deep voice: "Disciple, I will work harder in the future and never let down the expectations of my ancestor."

    "When you achieve foundation building, that will be the day you become my disciple."

    These two short sentences were like two thunderbolts, flashing in Zu Linshu's heart. He dreamed of becoming this person's disciple.

    And this day seems to have really come.

    Zu Linshu left with excitement, and just after his figure disappeared into the shadow of the mountain, Liu Zhongyu sighed: "This boy's fortune is not shallow!"

    "This is what he deserves!" Fang Ling said with a faint smile: "My disciples do not need to be geniuses, but they must have blood!"

    The word "blood" made Liu Zhongyu ponder for a while, but finally nodded and said: "You can't go wrong if you pass the Tianxuan Sect's Foundation-Building Sword Technique to him."

    The place where Fang Ling practices is a small mountain peak not far from the main peak. Because he has to prepare for the trip to Mount Sumeru, Fang Ling has already told him to go down and don't disturb him if nothing happens.

    Fang Ling is in Lanxuanmen at this time, and he is the highest ancestor. His words are the Dharma, the Tao, and everything.

    So even if there are countless disciples who want to admire this ancestor's grace, they still dare not disobey Fang Ling's instructions.  Even Ling Taifu, as the leader, did not dare to disturb Fang Ling's purity.

    But on this day, Ling Taifu still sacrificed the jade talisman and came to Fang Lingqingxiu's cave.  It's not that there's any big thing that Fang Ling has to make the decision about. Speaking of which, it's just a small matter.

    It can even be said to be a small matter that ordinary foundation building disciples can make the decision on.

    But this matter left Ling Taifu not knowing what to do.

    People come to Lanxuanmen to become their disciples. This kind of thing has become more and more common since Fang Lingjian killed the two golden elixir masters of the Tianhe Sect.

    The reason why it is difficult for Ling Taifu to make the decision is mainly because of the identity of the apprentice.  If you are an ordinary disciple, even if you are the nephew of Master Jin Dan, or the crown prince of a country, Ling Taifu can still make the decision.

    But this guy just couldn¡¯t make up his mind.

    This person¡¯s identity is just an ordinary fisherman¡¯s girl, a fisherman¡¯s girl who has no cultivation qualifications at all.

    If it were in the past, the deacon's disciples would have driven away this fisherman girl who could not cultivate anything, but they did not dare to deal with this fisherman girl.

    Because she is Yan Nier, the Yan Nier who took good care of Fang Ling when he was in a coma.

    Fang Ling fell into deep thought after listening to Ling Taifu's report.  For him, this matter was easy to solve, but difficult to solve.

    He knew exactly what this infatuated woman was thinking about, but it was really difficult for him to give it to him now.

    Stepping onto the mountain peak and looking down at the sky, Fang Ling saw the woman still wearing a linen dress, standing stubbornly at the foot of the mountain.

    After Fang Ling became Jing Xuanzi, he gave all the properties around the fishing village to Yan Dazhu. With these gifts, Yan Dazhu had become a wealthy man, but nothing seemed to have changed about this woman.

    Looking at the familiar person, Fang Ling's heart skipped a beat. He stepped on the void and came to the woman without thought or dust. He smiled softly and said, "Coming?"

    Many people from the Lanxuan Sect who were watching the excitement around Yan Nier showed awe when they saw Fang Ling.

    Yan Nier looked at Fang Ling dreamingly for a while, then said with a smile: "Here he comes."

    "This Lanxuan Gate has a nice scenery, let me show you." As he spoke, Fang Ling reached out and took Yan Nier's hand, and stepped towards the sky.

    The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the mountains and rivers are picturesque.

    Looking down at the sky and the earth, Yanni held his hand and suddenly felt that all the fatigue and anxiety disappeared at this moment. Her tense and hard-working body and mind were also released to the maximum extent at that moment!

    When she gazed affectionately at the man next to her, her whole face was filled with a kind of love that could not be concealed. That kind of love was like the warm sunshine, making people feel comfortable and could not help but want to cry and want.  Smile, want to be moved

    ??The white clouds are lingering, and there is a unique scenery inside Lanxuan Gate.

    Fang Ling stood in the sky, looking at a small wooden house that appeared deep in the white clouds, and was speechless for a long time.

    "Brother Jing Xuanzi, we walk alone on the road. We monks have to encounter such things of friendship no matter what. Sometimes, if we continue to break up, we will be disturbed by it!"

      Master Tianyang stood beside Fang Ling and sighed faintly: "The heart of the Tao is as iron as iron. We must be brave enough to climb. Some common fate should be let go."

    Fang Ling nodded and smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Dao."

    Master Tianyang waved his hand and smiled, and said calmly: "We are our own family, why should we be so polite? I remember when I was young."

    Looking at Master Tianyang who looked like someone who had come before, Fang Ling felt happy.  My heart says you are hundreds of years old, am I still curious about your story back then?

    "By the way, brother, I received a report from my disciples two days ago that there is a village in the northwest of Sanyang Mountain, and all the residents were forcibly sucked out their essence and died!"

    Master Tianyang's face was tense, and he said in a deep voice: "If it weren't for a disciple who went into the mountains to collect medicine, we would not have seen this situation. I went to check it yesterday, and it should be that the corpse was dried that day."  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

    PS: Is it the end?  Is this the end of Fang Ling and cute little Yan Nier?  Hey, the cat needs votes from brothers. The more votes, the better the cat¡¯s answer will be!
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