Cultivation of Immortality

He flew away from the living area of ​​the early Yuanying monks with a bit of resentment. Although Zhui'er put the fault on his own head, he still felt a little uncomfortable. To be honest, he really didn't like Xianlin Yuan. This group of people gave him the impression that they lacked human touch. Everyone, including Wen Danzi and Huaying, looked like freaks, and there was no sense of any kindred spirit.

Zhui'er has a feeling that is not surprising, because those who can enter the Xianlin Academy are all outstanding people. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are freaks. Most of these people are immersed in their own world like asking for advice. Even if they don't enter They are also the unsociable ones in Xianlinyuan. In fact, Zhui'er himself is also like this. If Uncle Xu and Aunt Juan hadn't forced him to have two friends like Shu Yan and Lu Gang, he probably wouldn't have many friends by now. . Excellent people are destined to be lonely because they have nothing to talk to mediocre people.

After going around in a long circle, Zhui'er finally approached the bamboo sea. Thinking of the strange snake he encountered last time, he made himself invisible and got in from the edge of the bamboo sea. Anyone who has just broken through will feel My hands are itchy. I can't find any opportunities to practice my skills in the Xianlin Academy. Why not try this strange snake again? From the last experience, Zhui'er has already seen that this snake will not hurt people. It is only responsible. Keep trespassers out.

After carefully flying for seven or eight miles in the bamboo forest, a bamboo as thick as a thigh made Zhui'er stop. Such a thick bamboo was nothing unusual in the bamboo sea. What caught Zhui'er's attention was a scar on the bamboo stalk. , the scar was caused by insects. This kind of scar is very common, but the shape of the scar made Zhui'er feel a bit like a rune he had seen in Xuan Su Astronomy. He fell in front of the bamboo and looked at it carefully.

After watching for a while, a voice suddenly came from the distance, "Don't listen to Ke Jun's nonsense. He is just a little kid who has only been practicing for a few years. I am just coaxing him."

This was Huaying's voice. Zhui'er froze there immediately. The "little brat" should be referring to him.

"This is not an ordinary little kid. Every time he makes a pill, he is protected by two immortals." This was a man's voice, with obvious sourness in his tone.

"Then he's a little brat too." Huaying's tone was full of smiles, and Zhui'er seemed to be able to imagine her unstoppable and pretty expression.

"The little brat will grow up one day. At the rate he is going, I think he will probably surpass your rate of conceiving a baby, and even surpass Shen Qing."

"You don't need to provoke him, I won't be jealous of him. Let me tell you again, he is just a little brat. Don't make wild guesses with your dirty mind." These words were obviously meant to be flirtatious. .

The two people flew into the depths of the bamboo sea while talking, and the following words could not be heard. Zhui'er remained frozen there without moving, although he wanted to hear what the two people said next, and wanted to see it. What did that man look like, but he knew that he might be noticed by others even by looking at his back, let alone using his spiritual consciousness to investigate.

After standing silently for a while, Zhui'er slowly retreated from the bamboo forest. His movements were even more cautious than when he entered the bamboo forest before, for fear of disturbing Huaying.

After leaving the bamboo sea, Zhui'er stopped by a big river. Looking at the flowing river, he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. He was hurt because Huaying only treated him as a little kid, and also She felt jealous because of Huaying's close relationship with the man.

It’s so uncomfortable…

..., Zhui'er grabbed a large stone that had been washed away by the river and had a very round surface, and smashed it into pieces with his fists. He did not use spiritual power, only relying on the strong muscles and bones of the Danjie monk. Although the muscles and bones were intact, the skin was still broken. A little bit.

The first emotions are the easiest to get hurt. In Zhui'er's eyes, the world seems to be dark and colorless now. Although he was obsessed with painting before, he felt that there was still a long time to come, so he didn't bother with painting. It didn't matter, so he didn't really realize how important she was to him. When he suddenly learned that she was actually a married woman, he woke up from his sweet dream and realized how important losing Huaying was to him. What did it mean? He didn't even know what the meaning of living was for a moment.

Zhui'er grabbed another stone and punched it again to smash it. The pain in his hand made him feel that it could relieve the pain in his heart.

"The toad wants to eat swan meat!" Zhui'er cursed fiercely in his heart and broke another stone. Of course, the toad was talking about himself.

"Don't look in the mirror to see how stupid you are!" Another stone was smashed into pieces.

"You're really worthless!" The more he cursed, the more Zhui'er hated himself. He stared at a big stone that was larger than the tabletop. He fiercely used his spiritual power to grab the big stone, feeling resentful in his heart. He cursed, "Just thinking about finding a wife is really useless!" Then he gritted his teeth and punched out.

The large stone weighing more than 10,000 kilograms shattered into a rain of rocks. The stones of different sizes stirred up a splash of water on the river. Zhui'er's hand became bloody this time.

Zhui'er stared fiercely at the ripples stirred up by the gravel on the river, letting the blood dripping from his hands fall to the ground. As the ripples were eliminated by the flowing water, the ferocity in his eyes gradually also Disperse.

"I'm not a toad." After murmuring to someone while looking at the river with a determined look, Zhui'er exhaled depressedly, and then returned to his residence in a dejected mood, although this venting made him His extremely painful heart felt a little better, and it allowed him to look away a little, but he still couldn't let go of the painting. When he thought of that pretty face smiling brightly for others, his heart felt like it was being torn apart by someone's hands. Generally speaking, what can be done? Since the more you think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes, so you can only force yourself not to think about it.

Zhui'er silently licked the wounds in his heart in his residence. Some growth must be carried out in pain. No one wants such growth, but since fate has such an arrangement, it must be endured.

At noon the next day, Huaying's spiritual message came in, "Langxing, are you there?"

Zhui'er was silent and didn't respond. He couldn't say he had any resentment towards Huaying, but he was definitely angry with Huaying and felt that she was too self-conscious. Young men are like this. They feel that only they are worthy of the woman they like. If the woman looks at other men, she is blind to gold and jade. She is looking down on herself and insists on inserting herself into cow dung. .

Huaying called out and left, leaving a spiritual thought on the magic circle before leaving.

Zhui'er didn't leave until the morning of the third day, and didn't even check on Huaying's spiritual thoughts. After struggling in pain for two days and nights, he decided to put down Huaying. If he didn't let go, he would have to rely on self-deception to survive. In other people's minds, he was just a brat, and if he continued to struggle with it, he would be a joke. It was hard for Zhui'er to admit this, but what he had been lacking the most since he was a child was self-knowledge. He flew away from the living area of ​​the early Yuanying monks with a bit of resentment. Although Zhui'er put the fault on his own head, he still felt a little uncomfortable. To be honest, he really didn't like Xianlin Yuan. This group of people gave him the impression that they lacked human touch. Everyone, including Wen Danzi and Huaying, looked like freaks, and there was no sense of any kindred spirit.

Zhui'er has a feeling that is not surprising, because those who can enter the Xianlin Academy are all outstanding people. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are freaks. Most of these people are immersed in their own world like asking for advice. Even if they don't enter They are also the unsociable ones in Xianlinyuan. In fact, Zhui'er himself is also like this. If Uncle Xu and Aunt Juan hadn't forced him to have two friends like Shu Yan and Lu Gang, he probably wouldn't have many friends by now. . Excellent people are destined to be lonely because they have nothing to talk to mediocre people.

After going around in a long circle, Zhui'er finally approached the bamboo sea. Thinking of the strange snake he encountered last time, he made himself invisible and got in from the edge of the bamboo sea. Anyone who has just broken through will feel My hands are itchy. I can't find any opportunities to practice my skills in the Xianlin Academy. Why not try this strange snake again? From the last experience, Zhui'er has already seen that this snake will not hurt people. It is only responsible. Keep trespassers out.

After carefully flying for seven or eight miles in the bamboo forest, a bamboo as thick as a thigh made Zhui'er stop. Such a thick bamboo was nothing unusual in the bamboo sea. What caught Zhui'er's attention was a scar on the bamboo stalk. , the scar was caused by insects. This kind of scar is very common, but the shape of the scar made Zhui'er feel a bit like a rune he had seen in Xuan Su Astronomy. He fell in front of the bamboo and looked at it carefully.

After watching for a while, a voice suddenly came from the distance, "Don't listen to Ke Jun's nonsense. He is just a little kid who has only been practicing for a few years. I am just coaxing him."

This was Huaying's voice. Zhui'er froze there immediately. The "little brat" should be referring to him.

"This is not an ordinary little kid. Every time he makes a pill, he is protected by two immortals." This was a man's voice, with obvious sourness in his tone.

"Then he's a little brat too." Huaying's tone was full of smiles, and Zhui'er seemed to be able to imagine her unstoppable and pretty expression.

"The little brat will grow up one day. At the rate he is going, I think he will probably surpass your rate of conceiving a baby, and even surpass Shen Qing."

"You don't need to provoke him, I won't be jealous of him. Let me tell you again, he is just a little brat. Don't make wild guesses with your dirty mind." These words were obviously meant to be flirtatious. .

The two people flew into the depths of the bamboo sea while talking, and the following words could not be heard. Zhui'er remained frozen there without moving, although he wanted to hear what the two people said next, and wanted to see it. What did that man look like, but he knew that he might be noticed by others even by looking at his back, let alone using his spiritual consciousness to investigate.

After standing silently for a while, Zhui'er slowly retreated from the bamboo forest. His movements were even more cautious than when he entered the bamboo forest before, for fear of disturbing Huaying.

After leaving the bamboo sea, Zhui'er stopped by a big river. Looking at the flowing river, he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. He was hurt because Huaying only treated him as a little kid, and also She felt jealous because of Huaying's close relationship with the man.

It’s so uncomfortable…

..., Zhui'er grabbed a large stone that had been washed away by the river and had a very round surface, and smashed it into pieces with his fists. He did not use spiritual power, only relying on the strong muscles and bones of the Danjie monk. Although the muscles and bones were intact, the skin was still broken. A little bit.

The first emotions are the easiest to get hurt. In Zhui'er's eyes, the world seems to be dark and colorless now. Although he was obsessed with painting before, he felt that there was still a long time to come, so he didn't bother with painting. It didn't matter, so he didn't really realize how important she was to him. When he suddenly learned that she was actually a married woman, he woke up from his sweet dream and realized how important losing Huaying was to him. What it meant was that he didn't even know what the meaning of living was for a moment.

Zhui'er grabbed another stone and punched it again to smash it. The pain in his hand made him feel that it could relieve the pain in his heart.

"The toad wants to eat swan meat!" Zhui'er cursed fiercely in his heart and broke another stone. Of course, the toad was talking about himself.

"Don't look in the mirror to see how stupid you are!" Another stone was smashed into pieces.

"You're really worthless!" The more he cursed, the more Zhui'er hated himself. He stared at a big stone that was larger than the tabletop. He fiercely used his spiritual power to grab the big stone, feeling resentful in his heart. He cursed, "Just thinking about finding a wife is really useless!" Then he gritted his teeth and punched out.

The large stone weighing more than 10,000 kilograms shattered into a rain of rocks. The stones of different sizes stirred up a splash of water on the river. Zhui'er's hand became bloody this time.

Zhui'er stared fiercely at the ripples stirred up by the gravel on the river, letting the blood dripping from his hands fall to the ground. As the ripples were eliminated by the flowing water, the ferocity in his eyes gradually also Disperse.

"I'm not a toad." After murmuring to someone while looking at the river with a determined look, Zhui'er exhaled depressedly, and then returned to his residence in a dejected mood, although this venting made him His extremely painful heart felt a little better, and it allowed him to look away a little, but he still couldn't let go of the painting. When he thought of that pretty face smiling brightly for others, his heart felt like it was being torn apart by someone's hands. Generally speaking, what can be done? Since the more you think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes, so you can only force yourself not to think about it.

Zhui'er silently licked the wounds in his heart in his residence. Some growth must be carried out in pain. No one wants such growth, but since fate has such an arrangement, it must be endured.

At noon the next day, Huaying's spiritual thoughts came in, "Langxing, are you there?"

Zhui'er was silent and didn't respond. He couldn't say he had any resentment towards Huaying, but he was definitely angry with Huaying and felt that she was too self-conscious. Young men are like this. They feel that only they are worthy of the woman they like. If the woman looks at other men, she is blind to gold and jade. She is looking down on herself and insists on inserting herself into cow dung. .

Huaying called out and left, leaving a spiritual thought on the magic circle before leaving.

Zhui'er didn't leave until the morning of the third day, and didn't even check on Huaying's spiritual thoughts. After struggling in pain for two days and nights, he decided to put down Huaying. If he didn't let go, he would have to rely on self-deception to survive. In other people's minds, he is just a brat, and if he continues to struggle with it, he will be a joke. It's hard for Zhui'er to admit this, but what he has lacked most since he was a child is self-knowledge.