My Daily Cultivation Life with a Clumsy Female Disciple

The head of the sect led a group of Daojianmen disciples to land at Danfeng. He looked at Danfeng, which was now recovering, and couldn't help but think of Danfeng in its heyday many years ago, and also thought of Danfeng that had been completely dilapidated in the past few years. He felt very complicated.

He looked at the master and disciple who were affectionate and unruly under the sycamore tree, and his heart felt... still complicated.

For hundreds of years, Danfeng had been getting worse and worse. He tried many times, but because Danfeng was just a sideline for Daojianmen, he couldn't beat Zhishen Valley, which made a living by refining pills, and he couldn't save it. He had to give up.

Danfeng had been passed down from generation to generation, and even Wang Yuanyi died early. He had indeed given up Danfeng. He really only thought that Qin Ran was the last alchemist of Daojianmen, especially since Qin Ran had entered Daojianmen for twenty years before and had not shown any outstanding performance.

He threw Li Shiyin to Danfeng as a casual chess move. If Qin Ran had the ability to train Li Shiyin, it would be good no matter what; if Qin Ran couldn't train her, and they were alone in a mountain, he would trick her into being his wife, which would be his last kindness to Danfeng; if Qin Ran couldn't do that... he would just be an older disciple with a gold spiritual root.

There are few geniuses, but not none. A genius who doesn't grow up is nothing.

But he didn't expect that this idle move would be a game of survival and fortune, and Danfeng would change from this, and Daojianmen would be born from this.

He also knew that the change of Danfeng was no longer due to Qin Ran, but to Li Shiyin. But it had nothing to do with Li Shiyin's talent, but that Li Shiyin activated Qin Ran, and the two of them produced some strange effects.

Thinking quickly, the head of the sect, Gu Yueming, couldn't help but secretly praise his wise decision in his heart. With this move, he got a sword genius with full talent; got an alchemist and formation master with full wisdom... and even got a Danfeng in its heyday, a Hengduan Mountains!

"Congratulations to our Danfeng Sword Immortal for successfully forming a pill..." He walked into the master and disciple, smiling and congratulating them, "You have survived the tribulation today, and you are worthy of your sword immortal style! Our Daojian Sect has added another peerless sword cultivator."

Li Shiyin held her master's hand with one hand and grabbed the colorful lightning snake with the other hand.

Seeing this, she let go of her master, dragged the colorful lightning snake forward, saluted the headmaster, and faced the more than ten people who came to Danfeng to congratulate her. She was generous and smiled: "Thanks to the cultivation of the sect, I have achieved my current cultivation. I want to thank the headmaster."

She looked back at her master, her eyes full of affection and smile, and said, "Let me meet my master."

Gu Yueming looked at Li Shiyin and saw that her temperament had sharp sword energy and gentleness. She was generous and neither humble nor arrogant. She was open-minded and had a clear distinction between love and hate. She was also well-mannered in her advances and retreats.

She was already peerless and independent, with the appearance of a master.

If she were a man, she would definitely be a bold, generous, and sword-wielding fairy swordsman. Of course, it's no different that she's a woman.

She can already be compared with Lu Junxing.

Gu Yueming looked back at Lu Junxing, and his heart was moved.

The next generation of Daojianmen, martial arts has top talents like Lu Junxing and Li Shiyin, as well as pillars like Liu Baiyun, Tian Wenjin, and Yao Qingke; literature has great conspirators like Qin Ran who are in control of the situation, and Dong Zhongyuan... smart people.

He really knows that Daojianmen should flourish!

The other people accompanying her looked at Li Shiyin and couldn't help but sigh. This is a genius they watched grow up. They have seen her irritable and jumping up and down, seen her riding a white tiger and being arrogant inside and outside Daojianmen, and often performed sect missions together.

Even like Tian Wenjin, she has seen her covered in mud and tanned; she has seen her being scolded by her master and feeling wronged. They also had a heart-to-heart talk on a snowy night.

Drink together, discuss swords together, discuss swordsmanship together, carry out tasks together, practice together, and grow together.

Now, they watched her step into the golden elixir road with a sword, slash the heavenly tribulation with a sword, and have an invincible style.

They all came forward to congratulate sincerely.

In fact, except for Qifeng, who was deliberately targeted by Li Shiyin, she actually had few enemies in the sect with her appearance and personality.

Who doesn't like a beautiful girl who is bright and generous?

In such an occasion, with a drunkard like Lu Junxing, drinking is inevitable.

Qin Ran was also very happy today. He moved the wine brewed in the past two years and personally cooked the dishes to go with the wine. He was bound to make sure that the guests today were well fed and drunk.

And when they arrived at Danfeng, there were bewitched lickers like Dong Zhongyuan and Zhang Junyi, who were surrounded by Tushan, so there were naturally stories.

When Dong Zhongyuan arrived at Danfeng, he didn't see Li Shiyin holding the colorful Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, but first saw Tushan Youyou, who was dancing in white clothes in the air and was more fairy than a fairy. His eyes suddenly became straight, and his mouth opened wide, and saliva flowed out as he watched. It looked like a dog.

When Lu Junxing was calling people to drink, he had already shamelessly run to Tushan Youyou.

"Fairy, I haven't seen you for a long time. You look better."

After so many years, Dong Zhongyuan actually knew that Tushan Youyou was a fox demon.

But, as a cultivator of my generation, why should I be afraid of a fight?

How can a mere racial difference hinder great love?

... People can, at least they should try.

"Look, the peach blossoms on the shore have withered. It must be because they are ashamed of themselves after seeing you." He smiled self-righteously.

Tu Shan glanced sideways at him and said expressionlessly: "The Peach Blossom Forest is where I practiced the Ten Thousand Miles of Peach Blossom Formation. Now that the peach blossoms have faded, I can no longer practice the formation. I have to wait until next year."

Dong Zhongyuan paused and said with a flattering smile: "It's just peach blossoms, don't worry, fairy. I'll ask someone to help the fairy plant peach blossoms. I'll set up a formation to keep the peach blossoms from fading all year round."

"My peach blossoms are all carefully selected by me to meet the needs of various formations. They are extraordinary peach blossoms." Tu Shan said leisurely, "Besides, if you come to Danfeng to plant trees and set up formations, do you think Qin Ran will be able to do it?" Cut you?"

"It's okay to chop me down, as long as Taohua meets the fairy's request." Dong Zhongyuan said quickly, "I can plead with my junior uncle..."

When Dong Zhongyuan and Tu Shan Youyou had a "very happy chat", there was a forgotten young monk standing humbly by the river, feeling sad alone. On a hot day, he was shivering from the cold wind.

Originally, the weather was very good today, and Zhang Junyi successfully built the foundation. This was a great happy event in his life; he met the fairy sister who fascinated him again, which was another great event. happy event.

But he never thought that the success of his foundation building was not even a fraction of that of Master Li Shiyin. Everyone from the whole sect came to Danfeng, all of them were important people, and they all congratulated Master Li. Didn't remember him at all. The leader can't remember him, and his master can't remember him either.

Of course, this was actually bearable, because that was Master Li, a person he respected very much, and forming pills was indeed more important than building foundations. Not to mention a proud man like Master Li.

But he couldn't bear the latter thing... He couldn't stand it!

The fairy sister he had been in love with for hundreds of years in his dream was actually talking and laughing with other men. There are even frowns and coquettish expressions, and even eyes lowered impatiently, as if they were flirting.

this……

How does a young man of thirteen or fourteen with a heart full of love deal with himself?

"Snapped!"

Zhang Junyi felt that his world was shattered at this moment. His dreams were shattered and his soul was lost.

The person talking to the fairy sister was also a senior with advanced cultivation. The senior is handsome, elegant, and has a noble demeanor. In comparison, he was so downcast and humble.

He has just established the foundation.

The Prince and the Beggar.

He shouldn't be on the bank, he should be drowned at the bottom.

He didn't even have the right to take another look at their happy conversation. He doesn't deserve it.

"Yes, they are such a perfect match." He turned around and looked at his reflection in the river, feeling his heart being broken piece by piece, and the pain made him unable to breathe, "How dare I blaspheme in my heart?!"

Life is nothing more than this. He had just had a bright life, and it turned gloomy again.

He took a step forward, and the river water wet his shoes.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" At this time, someone suddenly slapped him on the shoulder and asked him, "There are a lot of delicious food over there, why don't you eat it?"

He turned around and saw a white tiger standing upright, slightly taller than him. At this time, the little white tiger was gnawing on a cow leg with one paw, and patted his shoulder with the other paw. The paw that was patted on his shoulder was also stained with oil, making his shoulders soaked with oil.

"I...I'm not hungry." He whispered back.

"Aren't you hungry?" The little white tiger muttered, chewing something in his mouth, "You can eat even if you're not hungry! Who said you can't eat meat if you're not hungry?"

"……Poor appetite."

"Hi!" The little white tiger pinched him, turned him half a circle, and then hugged him and walked under the old locust tree. "Just eat as much as you want. You have to follow Brother Feng. Damn, it’s okay if you can’t eat.”

He had just established a foundation, and he boasted that he was powerful even though he had no strength. But under Brother Feng's claws, he had no resistance at all. Brother Feng played with him, just like playing with a locust tree leaf. He was forced to come under the old locust tree. Closer to my fairy sister...and her men.

It was very lively here, but it had nothing to do with him; it was closer to the fairy sister, but it had nothing to do with him... maybe it had something to do with it, which made him even more heartbroken.

"Come! Brother Feng rewards you with this crystal pig's trotter!" He was still sad alone, when Brother Feng's oily paws patted a pig's trotter over. He passively caught it again.

"Eat more, grow stronger, don't be like your master." Brother Feng said, and was slapped on the back of the head by his master, but Brother Feng was fearless and continued, "Be like you, Brother Feng. She will be as big as your brother Feng. She can hold that little bit under her paw. She is not as big as your brother Feng."

His master threw another flying kick, jumped up and kicked Brother Feng on the chin. Brother Feng suddenly realized and said to him, "She is your master, so you shouldn't call me Brother Feng. You should call me Uncle Feng... No, no, you should call me Uncle Feng!"

Zhang Junyi listened to his uncle Zhui Feng's murmurs and stuffed the pig's trotters into his mouth. The taste is still very good. While he was chewing, he watched Uncle Zhui Feng being beaten by his master.

He admired Uncle Zhui Feng very much. No matter how hard his master beat him, he remained motionless and gnawed on the leg of beef without being affected at all.

When his master was tired from beating him, he walked up to him and warned: "You can call him Brother Feng from now on."

Before he could respond, Uncle Zhui Feng pushed over a cup of unknown black liquid and said, "Danfeng's special happy water, Uncle Feng invites you to drink it. From now on, you can call me Uncle Zhui Feng."

He couldn't help but hesitate.

"Do you think I'm not older than her?" Uncle Zhui Feng asked in a low voice.

Zhang Junyi looked stern and expressed deep agreement. When Uncle Zhui Feng returned to his normal shape, he was as tall as a house. And what about his master? The size of a seven-year-old child.

He couldn't help but nodded.

"Well, that's right!" Uncle Zhui Feng nodded with a smile and said, "Dad said, this is called... called, there is nothing to teach."

"What is what?" Zhang Junyi asked, does anyone else call him what?

"Forgot." Uncle Zhui Feng said casually, turned around and got on all fours and walked towards the cabin, obviously going to get food again.

However, Zhang Junyi couldn't help but pause when he looked at Uncle Zhui Feng's front paws pressing on the ground as he walked, and his mouth biting the pig's trotters. He lowered his eyes and saw locust tree branches and soil on the pig's trotters...

"You just nodded, right?!"

But misfortunes never come singly, and at this moment, his master's gloomy voice came to his ears again. He looked over and saw her master sucking a glass of peach juice through a straw, staring straight at him with a pair of vertical pupils.

poison

This feeling was like being stared at by a snake... Could it be that his master was really not a human being?

Cold sweat ran down his spine, he nodded, and then shook his head hastily.

"What do you mean by nodding and shaking your head? You're stupid!" The master glanced at him sideways, not wanting to pay attention to the fool, and turned away, "Don't interact with that stupid tiger! Otherwise, you will become stupid!"

Zhang Junyi stared blankly at his master walking away, biting the pig's trotter unconsciously in his mouth.

There are many people in Danfeng, all of whom are interesting, and that person in white is just one of them.

"Come, look at your current strength." Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, and then he stepped into the sky.

He looked up and knew that the man's name was Lu Junxing. He was very impressive, as powerful as Master Li.

As Lu Junxing flew up, Master Li also flew out of the crowd and drew his sword. The two clashed at high altitude.

It should be a competition, a discussion, or even a performance fight. The sky is filled with sword energy, the mountains and rivers, and the dark starry sky are very beautiful, without any murderous or aggressive intent.

Sword Qi can actually achieve this level!

He was shocked and felt that the world had been refreshed.

"Here, meatballs..." Uncle Zhui Feng's voice came. He tilted his head and handed a plate to him, "Quick, I stole it while dad wasn't paying attention. It's delicious."

He took the plate and saw Uncle Zhui Feng holding a roasted whole lamb in his other paw.

Uncle Zhui Feng sat next to him on the ground like a human being, gnawing the whole sheep while watching the sword energy exchange in the air, and said to him: "They are all just showy, practicing to the death, and have no lethality. I will tell you Said, I can beat both of them."

He looked back and saw that the tiger hair on Uncle Zhui Feng's face was covered with grease. His long beard shook and oil splashed everywhere. Uncle Zhui Feng was chewing the lamb bones again.

He didn't believe it at all.

What’s special is that the leader shouted from behind: “Zhui Feng, did you steal the leg of lamb again? It’s not yet cooked...”

.