Taoist Quick Wear

"Bang bang bang——"

There was a knock on the door of Sang Li's residence.

When the thin door shook, the wall also shook, and the sound was particularly noisy. Formations were carved on the bamboo, and the entire bamboo house still creaked and was very unstable.

Ye Fufeng felt that the movement was a bit loud, and if he knocked again, the house would collapse... Junior Brother Ling's residence was in serious need of repairs. New disciples will all be assigned a place to live before they start. After they get started, they can find an empty space at the peak of their respective peaks and cut Lingzhu to build a house to live in. The first is to test the disciples' ability to take care of themselves. The second is to strengthen the disciples' sense of belonging. The third is to strengthen the disciples' sense of belonging. It is to cultivate the relationship between senior brothers.

I don’t know what happened to Junior Brother Ling’s house.

He quickly stopped and inquired about the situation inside the house, but there was no life inside.

How is Junior Brother Ling? Why no response?

"Junior Brother Ling, are you there?" Ye Fufeng asked.

The surroundings were still extremely silent. Ye Fufeng was a little worried and continued to knock on the door.

"Um?"

Suddenly there was a faint sound in the room.

"Junior Brother Ling, would you please say something if you are here? How do you feel now?" Ye Fufeng was very afraid that this junior brother who had just started practicing Kung Fu would go astray in his practice.

"squeak--"

The bamboo door opened.

It wasn't Sang Li who was squeaking, it was the sound of the bamboo door opening.

The room was dark and dark.

Ye Fufeng became nervous instantly. Could it be that there was something wrong with Junior Brother Ling's cultivation and that he no longer had the spiritual power to maintain the formation? Each disciple's room has a lighting array and a cleaning array. Although Junior Brother Ling's room is clean, there are layers of curtains covering the windows, so there is not a trace of light in the room.

He cautiously approached Sang Li's bed.

Hey, what's the mattress on Junior Brother Ling's bed? It looks so thick and soft.

Junior Brother Ling has his eyes closed and his words are weak. Is Junior Brother Ling sick? Although the physical constitution of people who practice Taoism is much better than that of ordinary people, they are not without the possibility of getting sick.

Ye Fufeng was about to feel for his pulse when the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The room lit up for a moment.

That gaze was so sharp that Ye Fufeng almost thought the roof would be pierced.

It should be that he has comprehended a certain aspect of artistic conception and has reached the state of great success.

Sure enough, Junior Brother Ling was hiding his clumsiness.

Junior Brother Ling has a single-gold spiritual root with high purity, but his swordsmanship qualifications are inferior. What secret is hidden in this? Or what is Junior Brother Ling’s reason?

"Junior brother Ling, why don't you practice sword practice?"

Ye Fufeng looked down at the squinting person on the bed.

If Junior Brother Ling is in trouble, he will definitely lend a helping hand if he can solve it.

"I……"

The person on the bed was talking very languidly.

It seems that the next moment I will close my eyes and drive westward.

Ye Fufeng was planning to input spiritual power to see if Junior Brother Ling was injured.

"I-don't I want to sleep?"

Sang Li struggled to open his eyes and looked at Ye Fufeng with lingering eyes. He saw with satisfaction the look of shock on the young Junjie's face, then pulled the quilt tightly and continued to sleep.

"Junior brother Ling, the best plan for the day is in the morning. Sleeping is too much of a waste of time."

Ye Fufeng had no expression on his face and wanted to lift off the soft quilt.

What's going on with your junior brother now?

When he first started, he was always busy in the cold and heat, covered with stars and the moon, and practicing swordsmanship was on his mind every day.

Why does Junior Brother Ling have no pursuit at all?

Ye Fufeng couldn't remember what the bamboo house he lived in looked like. It seemed empty and the bed was hard and cold.

"Sleeping all day and wasting your time, don't you have any pursuits?"

Ye Fufeng felt a little angry.

"I'm still growing. If I don't get enough sleep, I won't grow taller."

Sang Li explained seriously and found that the body of this model disciple of Taiyi Palace was rigid, like a stone statue without emotion. Even if he is a stone statue, he cannot stay here forever.

Sang left the mouth:

"Brother, are you okay?"

"If not, could you please move your feet out a little and close the door?"

The voice under the quilt was muffled. Ye Fufeng wanted to scold him a few words, but his face gradually turned bad. He hesitated to speak, hesitated to speak, and finally walked out. Follow the instructions and show up to the door.

This matter still needs to be done step by step. Just drag Junior Brother Ling out of the bed. It will work once, but you can't do it every day. Junior Brother Ling needs to be made aware of the importance of cultivation, and he will naturally take the initiative to practice swordsmanship.

Thinking of this, Ye Fufeng was about to leave.

Suddenly...a muffled sneezing sound came from the bamboo house.

That sneeze was very weak.

Ye Fufeng felt something strange suddenly in his heart. When he thought about it carefully, he forgot about it.

"Ah, ah...ah, cut -"

There is no way to suppress a sneeze.

Strong air flow spurted out, the bamboo house swayed, and collapsed in Ye Fufeng's disbelieving eyes.

Among the dust and dust flying all over the sky, only the bed inside was safe and sound.

At this time, the man who was as lazy as if he had no bones was finally willing to use his spiritual power to open a barrier and avoid the falling bamboo, with a look of heartache on his face.

"It doesn't matter if the house collapses. Junior Brother Ling, you get up first and I'll teach you how to build a house."

Ye Fufeng comforted.

"No need...the bed is still fine."

Sang Li also remembered, but the bed imprisoned her soul.

I stayed up all night yesterday reading the Jade Slips of Unofficial History, and I’m still not satisfied with it. She had no idea that there would be descendants who would write about the love and hatred between Empress Caesar and her husband. The writing style is disgusting and bloody. The plot is exciting and fascinating, and the names of the people are ignored. It can be read as an excellent novel. When he thought that there were countless jade slips in the Sutra Pavilion, Sang Li felt enriched and extremely satisfied.

“…” Ye Fufeng left with a wave of his sleeves.

The disciples who had gotten up early to practice swordplay had finished their practice and rushed to the dining hall together.

Sword practitioners focus on the grinding of muscles and bones, and the strength of qi and blood. It is not enough to rely on spiritual power to nourish, and it is also necessary to take supplements. As for impurities… they can be expelled with body-refining exercises. It would be too boring to give up even the desire for food and drink for the sake of practice. Taiyi Palace never pays attention to this. The supreme elders occasionally go to get some good ingredients and send them to the dining hall. They eat meat, and other disciples also have soup to drink.

The food in the dining hall is very good. Usually Ye Fufeng only comes here occasionally. Today, I don’t know why I feel depressed and weak, as if I was angry with Junior Brother Ling. I came to the dining hall to have a meal. As soon as I entered the door, I found that Junior Brother Ling, who was paralyzed on the bed before, had a new look and was sitting near his brother. Several people talked and laughed, and toasted each other, very harmonious.

“Oh, Senior Brother Ye is here.”

Sang Li moved a seat for Ye Fufeng and filled his bowl very naturally.

On the table were stewed animal tendons, crispy meatballs, steamed fish heads covered with red peppers, and a huge hind leg of an unknown monster. The mixed aroma lingered at the tip of the nose. The cultivator's sense of smell was more sensitive, and he could even imagine the taste. Ye Fufeng couldn't refuse. After the meal, he didn't say a word of reprimand.

When it comes to eating, Si Qingyan and Ye Li never miss a meal. After the empress's reform of food many years ago, Minglan's cooking has developed very maturely, and there are even sects that use cooking to enter the Tao.

"I'll treat you." Sang Li paid the bill and left quietly.

She used to hide a lot of treasures. Although some of them are lost now, there are more treasures that have been found, which are more precious because of the long years. If she squanders every day, it will be enough for her to eat and wait for death for thousands of years.

As for the little princess... doesn't she still have Xi Ze? As long as she doesn't starve to death, she doesn't need to worry about it.

"Junior brother Ling looks like he has an extraordinary family background and outstanding qualifications. Why doesn't he want to practice well?"

Ye Fufeng didn't understand.

Some disciples can stay up all night to break through, explore secret realms all year round, and will not return to the sect for several years. What's wrong with Junior Brother Ling?

"Maybe it's not necessary." Ye Li said faintly.

If Sang Li worked hard, he would have to worry about whether Ming Lan had a big event. Isn't it good now?

Ye Fufeng, who is not very rich, is much less happy after eating.

"Let's go out for a walk."

After Si Qingyan proposed, Ye Fufeng and Ye Li agreed.

Ye Li was in a good mood, so he let Ye Sang out and let him go.

The three of them did not fly swords, but strolled casually on the stone steps of the ancient road. Unknowingly, they walked out of Taiyi Palace, but the area outside was also the territory of Taiyi Palace.

On a floating peak as flat as a mirror, a disciple in white bent down and was taking something out of his storage bag. Countless cranes surrounded the floating peak, flying up and down, occasionally singing softly. The white feathers were like a dream under the afterglow of the setting sun, as if it were a fairyland.

"Isn't that Junior Brother Ling?"

Ye Fufeng recognized that it was Sang Li who was feeding the cranes, and frowned slightly.

Soon he found out that he didn't recognize the thing used to feed the cranes, but it was full of spiritual power and worth a lot of money.

It seems that Junior Brother Ling is really rich.

Neither Si Qingyan nor Ye Sang wanted to remind Ye Fufeng about Sang Li's gender. Moreover, Si Qingyan was still looking forward to the moment when Sanma and Ye Fufeng would meet.

Sang Li saw the three of them and raised her chin slightly, as a greeting.

In the past, she had the habit of feeding stray cats and dogs and catching small animals for sterilization. Now she can only raise stray cranes in Taiyi Palace to relive the old dream. These cranes are quite spiritual, beautiful, fly very fast, and can grow bigger. They are very suitable as mounts. It was thanks to them that she could enter the dining hall before other disciples. After feeding a few times, the cranes fought over who would carry her every day, and Sang Li was very happy.

A heavy bell suddenly sounded in the sky.

There was only one sound, coming from the direction of Jueling.

"Someone has climbed over Jueling."

Ye Fufeng looked over there, surprised.

"Should we go over and take a look?" Sang Li stroked the crane that was eager to show off.

"Sure." Ye Fufeng flew up on his sword, and was about to take Si Qingyan and Ye Sang with him.

"Ride my little crane." Sang Li waved his hand, and several nearby cranes grew bigger and squatted down, bending their snow-white backs, motioning Si Qingyan and the others to go up.

"Then I'll trouble you, little guy."

Si Qingyan touched the white crane's head, and the other party rubbed it in his palm very obediently, then spread its wings and flew into the sky.

The last peak of Jueling is the Sword Blade Peak, and everyone who climbed up was cut to pieces. Lingyue originally wanted to block her pain, but the formation of Taiyi Palace was too strong, and there was no possibility of cheating. By the time she gritted her teeth and finished climbing, more than a month had passed since the new disciple entered the sect.

At this time, the presence is too strong, and it is not convenient to approach Ye Fufeng.

What image will she appear in?

A diligent and hardworking revenge girl with deep hatred, or a gentle, well-behaved, persistent and brave cute junior sister?

Lingyue was entangled and distressed about the future route. When she looked up, she saw Ye Fufeng riding a crane and flying here. There were also three handsome men coming with him, each of them was very outstanding.

Her heartbeat accelerated instantly.

Four! Four!

At this moment, Lingyue did not regret her decision to climb over the Jueling Ridge with pain.

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