I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"Senior, how could it be you?"

Xu Xiaoshou tried his best to calm down and explained, "I didn't damage the ancient books and jade slips, and I didn't mess around with boxes..."

"Don't be afraid, I won't shoot at you." Lao Sang smiled warmly, "Those two guys are incidental, in fact, I'm here to find you."

Xu Xiaoshou was even more panicked, he would rather the old man came to clean him up than this guy came with a purpose!

I made myself half dead last time, this time...

What can be good?

"What kind of spiritual skill did you choose, let me see." Old Sang stretched out his hand.

Xu Xiaoshou took out a scrap of scroll from his arms, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Ten sword fingers?"

Sang Lao frowned after taking the scraps, "This thing is so broken, you still choose it, not to mention ten paragraphs, it's good to be able to cultivate it into one paragraph!"

He said, put away the scraps, and with a flick of his hand, a beautiful jade slip appeared.

Xu Xiaoshou: ? ? ?

What do you mean, what is this dead old man doing?

Give me back the scraps!

"Pretty?" Sang Lao smiled.

Xu Xiaoshou had a bad feeling in his heart, but what could he do, he could only nod his head!

"It's good to be pretty, I made it especially for you, and I give it to you!" Sang veteran Yu Jian tucked it into his hand and raised his chin twice, "Look at it?"

I don't want to see it!

I want scraps!

"It's so beautiful." Xu Xiaoshou smiled and put the jade slip on his forehead, his thoughts swept away slightly.

"The embers are burning in the sky?"

My heart skipped a beat, this familiar word...

Ember photos?

This has nothing to do with the "Cinder Lighting Seed" swallowed before, he doesn't believe it!

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't bear it anymore, so he handed the jade slip back and said, "Senior, you think highly of me, my aptitude is really low, and it took me only three years to cultivate the 'Baiyun Sword Art' to become one. I can't learn."

Sang Lao waved his hand, his face full of indifference.

"It doesn't matter, you don't need qualifications to learn this thing, as long as your physical body is strong enough to withstand the scorching power of 'Jinzhao Tinder'."

Xu Xiaoshou's whole person is not well, the problem is that I don't want to fight!

I have a passive system, why suffer?

Isn't it sweet to earn passive points slowly? Cultivating this thing is very scary, and if you are not careful, you will be burned to ashes!

Elder Sang pushed Yujian back again, grabbed his hand and felt it.

"Well, the refining in front is pretty good, and the progress is almost halfway through. I read you right!"

He flipped the palm of his hand, and a familiar red seed appeared, scorching hot, and stuffed it directly into Xu Xiaoshou's hand.

"When you go out later, you can register this spiritual skill, and then practice hard. If you succeed in your practice, come and find me here."

Ghosts want to find you!

I don't want to see you for a moment!

Xu Xiaoshou's heart twitched, and the terrifying pain seemed to reappear with the heat of the tinder in his hand.

He felt that life couldn't be resigned all the time, and sometimes he needed to resist.

"Senior, I don't want to eat this..."

call out!

Sang Lao flicked his fingers, and another fire was shot into Xu Xiaoshou's throat, and he swallowed with a grunt.

"If you don't want to eat this one, save it and eat it later. Let's eat the other one." The old man narrowed his eyes with a smile, and his tone was very gentle.

He continued to take out a jade bottle, carefully put the fire in Xu Xiaoshou's hand, and handed it to him: "No hurry, take your time."

Xu Xiaoshou staggered in his footsteps and collapsed to the ground, his face losing blood.

I didn't mean it that way!

I don't even want to eat one!

He was completely bewildered, this wave of operations was too late, and this dead old man didn't have the demeanor of a senior.

Really fucked up.

As soon as the seed of fire entered his stomach, Xu Xiaoshou didn't dare to mess around, he immediately hung it in the sea of ​​anger and temporarily stabilized.

The body heat surged in an instant, and his whole body turned red again.

Xu Xiaoshou leaned against the bookshelf, his body was steaming, and the familiar severe pain reappeared, which was maddening.

"Attack, passive value, +1."

"Attack, passive value, +1."

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou knew that there would be a lot of passive value coming in, but he couldn't be happy.

This is the price of pain!

Do not!

It's excruciating pain!

If you start refining, it will be even more severe pain!

Didn't I come to Lingzang Pavilion to choose spiritual skills? What happened...

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were distracted, and his soul was lost.

Sang Lao ignored it, skillfully took out ten bottles of medicinal herbs and put them in front of him, and Xu Xiaoshou's face twitched.

Chi Jindan?

Ten bottles?

Is that so...

He felt as if his fate had been arranged.

"Get over it, the road ahead is smooth, trust me!" The old man scratched his head and thought for a while, then took out a bottle of medicinal pill and put it down again.

"Come on!"

"Remember that you have successfully cultivated and come here to find me." After a while, the person disappeared.

"Encouraged, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou sat there dumbfounded, feeling that life lost its meaning.

Why?

You fought hard to win the championship, but couldn't get into the inner court?

After finally entering the Spirit Treasure Pavilion again to choose a spiritual skill, it was forcibly arranged?

Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled, he felt that the world had deep malice towards him.

"Well, that's it..."

He lost his soul after registering the spiritual skills and left the Lingzang Pavilion.

...

The inner court.

Somewhere.

"Gollum, Gollum~"

The jug made of Lingyinyuyu was burning hot.

Lan Xinzi took back the blue flame in his hand, lifted the lid of the pot, and the aroma of the wine was overflowing for a while.

She poured two glasses, raised her slender hands, moved her lotus steps, and came to the man who was cultivating with his eyes closed not far away.

"Zhang Shao, this is the 'Zhuangxian Brew' that the owner just sent, try it?" she asked tentatively.

Zhang Xinxiong opened his eyes, ended his cultivation state, and looked at the woman in front of him.

I have to say, Lan Xinzi is a wonderful person.

The long skirt is like a fairy, revealing the fragrant shoulders, and only a little powder can make the flowers lose their color.

"The clothes are off, put them on." Zhang Xinxiong looked away.

"How can it fall? This is how the clothes are worn..."

Lan Xinzi suddenly turned red lips, and said slyly: "I'm carrying two wine glasses, and I can't get it for a while, why don't you help me?"

Zhang Xinxiong just stretched out his hand and snatched the wine glass away, drank it all in one go, "Bring it yourself."

Lan Xinzi rolled his eyes at him, but there was no other movement. He just leaned over to pour wine for him, and said in his ear, "There is another message from home."

"Speak well!" Zhang Xinxiong turned his head and frowned, "What's wrong?"

"It's not that your A Chong was killed, do you think you can hide it?"

Lan Xinzi stretched his waist lazily, showing his concave and convex figure incisively and vividly in front of the man, and continued:

"The Wen family has been crazy to get the news these two days, but they have no one in the spiritual palace, so they can only tell Mrs. Wen about it."

"Your second mother, just blow the air beside your father's pillow, won't this message be sent over?" She blew the wine in the glass lightly, her beautiful eyes slanted towards the man, and her eyes were like silk.

Zhang Xinxiong sneered: "What does the matter of the Wen family have to do with me?"

"That's your cousin!"

"It's just trash that's not as good as people."

"..."

Lan Xinzi couldn't speak for a while.