People Are In The World Of Cultivating Immortals, And Their Apprentices Are Cute

"Quality is superior to literature, which leads to wildness. If literature is superior to quality, history is the foundation. If talent is gentle, then you will be a gentleman." Bai Muchun said again, "Therefore, practicing swordsmanship and cultivating one's mind are indispensable. You must not use your power to bully others."

Nan Shuangxue rolled her eyes and said angrily:

"Does this disciple look like a bully?"

Bai Muchun smiled sarcastically and said, "Master, I'm just talking casually."

The two of them were walking in the mountains, and the songs of birds in the forest were heard along the way, which made those who heard it feel at ease.

"Shuangxue, did you get a scabbard after building the foundation?" Bai Muchun asked.

Nan Shuangxue nodded: "Yes, the reason why the disciple is unconscious is because of the fight with this scabbard."

"…………"

It was the first time for Bai Muchun to see a monk beating his luck, and he said it so naturally.

This is a blessing from heaven and earth. If you accidentally let the blessing run away... you will cry sometimes!

Bai Muchun complained in his heart, but on the surface he was calm and calm.

No other purpose, just one word.

Pretending...ah, no, it's to maintain the majesty of Master!

"This disciple... has gone too far. He should be more silly." Bai Muchun thought to himself.

Nan Shuangxue asked: "Master, where did the scabbard go after my disciple passed out?"

Bai Muchun looked speechless and said: "Where else can I go? Of course I will live in your body."

Hearing this, Nan Shuangxue frowned and said, "Is there any way to expel this scabbard? The great path that my disciple cultivates is - self-improvement."

Bai Muchun couldn't bear it anymore, he knocked down his chest and said: "A gentleman of Tian Xingjian strives to constantly strive for self-improvement. Even so, this blessing from heaven and earth is not given by heaven..."

"To put it simply, the blessings from heaven and earth are not given to you by God, but are snatched by you yourself." Bai Muchun knocked again, hating that the iron was not made of steel, "Don't always reject external forces. Do you know that your path is not only self-improvement, but also self-improvement?" And inside and out.”

"Oh..." Nan Shuangxue held her forehead in grievance, her eyebrows drooped, looking like a victim, "Master taught me a lesson."

Due to the influence of his husband, Bai Muchun is not a rigid person, so he behaves casually both inside and outside his words.

Bai Muchun stopped and stood up straight.

Nan Shuangxue didn't see it because she kept walking with her head down.

So, a headbutt hit Bai Muchun on the back.

"Hiss~" Nan Shuangxue covered her head and shouted, "Master!"

Bai Muchun ignored it, but looked at the middle-aged man standing opposite and said softly:

"Bai Muchun, the great elder of Xiaoyao Sect, came here to pay a visit to Ou Zhizi, the master of Yuemeng Pavilion."

The middle-aged man didn't smile, he just nodded silently and said:

"Come and talk to me in my humble abode."

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Simple four-corner table, wooden chairs, porcelain cups...

What is surprising is that this Infinite Realm monk actually lives so frugally. The room is decorated with ordinary furniture of ordinary people in the world, and there is not a single valuable thing in the whole house.

Nan Shuangxue looked around, and felt a little strange for a while: "Since we can build the famous Yuemeng Pavilion, then our cultivation level must be higher than Nascent Soul! Why are we living so shabbily?"

Both Bai Muchun and Ye Ming are masters with strong ability to observe words and emotions; although he and Ou Zhizi chatted a few words from time to time, his disciple's eyes were not missing at all, and he knew what she was thinking with just three glances.

Bai Muchun's voice transmission explained:

"I told you something about Ou Zhizi. The current layout of the room was based on his arrangement when he was in Yue..."

Nan Shuangxue blinked at Bai Muchun, her black eyes bright and lively, as if saying: "Disciple knows!"

Ou Zhizi, the master of Yuemeng Pavilion, invited the two of them to sit down and then picked up several jars of fine wine under the wooden table.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a hundred years. How are you doing?"

Bai Muchun smiled, and said, "What should I live?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the girl Nan Shuangxue next to Bai Muchun, and said in confusion:

"My daughter is already so old..."

"Pfft!" Bai Muchun spat out a mouthful of old blood and looked at the man with an unnatural expression.

"Hey, this is my disciple!"

"Oh, it's just my eyesight." The middle-aged man smiled apologetically and poured a large bowl of white wine for Bai Muchun, "I didn't expect you to accept a disciple."

"Haha, it's good to teach others if you're bored." Bai Muchun pushed the drink in front of him to the man, "I don't want to drink anymore, so quit."

The man's pupils widened and he said in surprise: "It's amazing that you, a person who drinks all day long, actually stopped drinking."

Bai Muchun nodded, looking at Nan Shuangxue intentionally or unintentionally.

The man suddenly realized it, expressed his understanding, got up and walked away.

When he came back, he held a pot of high-quality spiritual spring in his hand and poured a cup for Nan Shuangxue.

"Thank you, uncle." Nan Shuangxue said softly.

The man scratched his head after hearing this and said, "You're welcome."

Bai Muchun picked up a bowl of spiritual spring: "Let me replace the wine with water and have a drink!"

The man raised the porcelain bowl and said, "Done!"

Nan Shuangxue quickly raised her glass to follow.

boom.

The three of them drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking wine and spiritual water, it’s time to talk about business.

"I originally put two swords for you to imitate. I wonder if I have them in stock now?"

"Of course there are, but both of your swords are extremely difficult to imitate. In the past few decades, I have only made five.

Four of the swords were sold, and only the last one remains. "

Bai Muchun asked: "How high is the grade of this remaining sword?"

"The remaining ones are imitations of your [Xi Chen]. They are at the lower level of the heavenly level. Compared to your [Xi Chen] level, they are very close."

"Thanks, I want this imitation sword. You can give me a price."

Hearing this, the man shook his head and said, "It's free, I don't charge you any money."

"???"

The man continued: "It is a great thing for me that you gave me your two swords. Therefore, I owe you two favors."

Bai Muchun got up his luggage and looked solemn: "I would like to thank Master Yuemeng Pavilion for his kindness. Bai Muchun appreciates it."

"But one code equals one code, and money must be given."

The man glanced at the girl beside him and seemed to realize something, and said: "In that case, I won't shirk it anymore..."

"Three hundred high-grade spiritual stones."

Bai Muchun was stunned for a second, and smiled bitterly to himself. He only bought 300 high-grade spiritual stones for the Heavenly Grade Spirit Sword. Looking at the Earthly Immortal State, you are probably the only one who dares to sell it like this, Ou Zhizi.

Bai Muchun didn't say any more nonsense. He waved his sleeves and a ring appeared on the wooden table.

After the man put it away, he stood up and walked out: "Follow me."

Bai Muchun followed, and so did Nan Shuangxue.

During this period, she almost looked at her nose, nose and heart, sitting there blankly, not knowing what to say.

Now she finally realized what her elders said.

"Children, please don't interrupt when adults are talking."

Nan Shuangxue glanced at Bai Muchun and said curiously, "I wonder how old Master is."

She began to think divergently again.

Thinking that my master is so good-looking, many fairies should like him!

"I don't know if Master has a Taoist companion. If not..."