The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

   Chapter 1726 The Humble Furnace of Noble Immortals (74)

  The world of self-cultivation has always respected the strong, and there are countless people who worship Su Qinghuan in the Xuanqing Sect. At this moment, Ling Ruoxu, because he is a pure yang body, luckily entered the Canglan Peak, and the eyes staring at him from behind do not know how many.

  If Ling Ruoxu is strong and strong enough to match Su Qinghuan, everyone will be sour behind their backs, and they still have to say a few compliments on their faces.

   But in the current situation, Ling Ruoxu is just a mortal person, with Zhang Junmei's face without a wife, and he can't be liked by Immortal Venerable Qinghuan. How can those men and women who admire Su Qinghuan in the Xiuxian world not be jealous?

Even if Ling Ruoxu is good-looking, there are almost no ugly men or ugly women in the cultivation world, each with its own eyes. Even if you look like a peony, some people will dislike the peony's luxury and vulgarity. demon.

   In this case, Ling Ruoxu was choreographed overtly and secretly too much.

  Ling Ruoxu stayed on Canglan Peak and heard a lot of rumors from Daotong.

   Whenever Ling Ruoxu left Canglan Peak by chance and went to Xuanqingzong's management office to collect supplies, it was more common for him to be irritated by everyone.

  …

   So Ling Ruoxu is still very self-aware, he has been trying his best to stay on Canglan Peak and live by the rules.

  The only thing he thought about was that he hoped to shorten the distance with Su Qinghuan. Ling Ruoxu didn't care what others thought of him or how he arranged him.

   But he doesn't know magic, even if he wants to see Su Qinghuan, just climbing from the foot of Canglan Peak to the top of the peak will make Ling Ruoxu exhausted.

   And the little fox deliberately left Ling Ruoxu out. For two consecutive months, Ling Ruoxu climbed to the top of the peak panting every day, but he couldn't even see the shadow of the little fox.

  Ling Ruoxu also knew that Su Qinghuan really hated him.

  The man was sad in his heart, but he was unwilling to give up his heart. He always spent most of an hour climbing the mountain when his genius was in the light of day. He sat on the top of the mountain and was like a willow tip on the moon.

Ling Ruoxu insisted on it for several months, but Ling Ruoxu refused to slack off. He believed that people are watching, even if Su Qinghuan is a piece of ice, a ruthless fairy in the world, he will always be able to melt this piece of ice. one day.

   Besides, he and her also have the fate of pure yang body and extremely yin body. She is so cold that she will need him sooner or later, right?

  …

   Holding such a self-deceiving vision, Ling Ruoxu ran out of bigu pills, and his stomach was so hungry that he had to temporarily give up the idea of ​​climbing to the top of the mountain, and chose to go to the management office of the sect to pick up some living materials.

   When Ling Ruoxu went to receive Bigu Pill, many of the outer disciples who were lined up behind him couldn't help but whisper.

   "It's just an embroidered pillow with gold and jade on the outside. How can it be worthy to accompany Immortal Venerable Qing Huan?"

   "Yeah! He's just a mortal! He can't practice cultivation. I'm afraid that if there is no Longevity Pill and Yangyan Pill, he will be ugly in twenty years, right?"

   "Cough, you see that he still has a good skin now, but he has not been able to win the favor of Immortal Venerable Qing Huan. I am afraid that even if he can stay young forever, Immortal Venerable will not look down on him."

  Ling Ruoxu felt extremely embarrassed. He had no way to cultivate, so he had to eat whole grains. If he could, he didn't want to come down from Canglan Peak.

   But in the side room at the foot of Canglan Peak, there was no cookware for cooking. Ling Ruoxu was embarrassed to ask Daotong for something to cook because he himself was not good at cooking.

  The ancients said that a gentleman is far from a kitchen. Whether it was when Ling's father and Ling's mother were alive, or when he lived in Qin's house, someone else would arrange for him to live, and Ling Ruoxu had long been accustomed to that kind of life.

   Now that he came to Xuanqing Sect, although Su Qinghuan did not criticize him on the surface, it was impossible to take care of Ling Ruoxu in every detail.

  If Ling Ruoxu is hungry, then go to the sect management office to get Bigu Pill. Anyway, mortals can live well by eating Bigu Pill, but there is no taste.

   For most practitioners, they should abstain from eating and drinking, so as to be more conducive to their careful practice.

  …

Ling Ruoxu couldn't stand the **** behind him, his handsome face was covered with ice, but he was just a weak scholar with no strength. To the half benefit.

   Not to mention these outer disciples, even the handymen disciples of Xuanqing Sect, their cultivation base is stronger than him.

   He is indeed out of place to stand here.

  …

  Ling Ruoxu looked at those disciples' eyes full of superiority and jealousy, and couldn't help but be at a loss for a while.

   His palms under his big sleeves couldn't help but clenched tightly, holding the Bigu Pill enough for him to eat for a month, trying his best to maintain his meager self-esteem, and walked towards the cloud bridge of Canglan Peak.

  Unfortunately, the day didn't go as planned, and soon several young male disciples from the outer sect who admired Su Qinghuan came around laughing.

   "Yo, isn't this the furnace cauldron newly collected by Xianzun Qinghuan? What's it called? Ling Ruoxu?"

   "What is Ling Ruoxu, I think he is really empty! You can see that he is so handsome that he can almost see his bones. With his thin arms and legs, can he serve Immortal Venerable Qinghuan well?"

  …

  Ling Ruoxu saw the mocking and mocking faces of the male disciples from the outer sect, and the anger in his heart kept growing.

   No man can accept being mocked in public like this, let alone mocking him for his weakness.

Objectively speaking, Ling Ruoxu is thin and tall, and looks gentle, but in fact, under the sleeves of this large robe, he has strong lines, but it is not as exaggerated as the bodybuilders of later generations, but it is also absolutely amazing. One non-white chicken.

  Even in his first life, except for the time when he was escaping from marriage, Ling Ruoxu also had the right muscles at other times. He stood there with a long body like a clothes hanger, which was pleasing to the eye.

   These immortal cultivators mocked Ling Ruoxu so much, just to belittle Ling Ruoxu and want to see Ling Ruoxu embarrassed.

  …

The sect management office went to the cloud bridge on Canglan Peak. At this moment, he was surrounded by these troublemakers and provocative people. Ling Ruoxu was a common man who couldn't fly with his sword. No matter how much he hated it, he could only go from here. past.

  Ling Ruoxu had no choice but to suppress the anger and unhappiness in his heart. He silently lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and then cupped his hands and clasped his fists at the few male disciples who were provocative.

   "Hello, brothers, can you make a way? Lingmou wants to go back to Canglan Peak, so I would like to ask you brothers to make it easier."

   The few outer disciples in white and blue robes saw Ling Ruoxu begging for mercy so wisely, but they still felt inadequate.

   Several male monks couldn't help laughing.

   "Ha, who is your senior brother? Don't call us brothers and sisters, you are a mortal who can't breathe into your body, and you are willing to be a furnace. If you are compared with us, we will all feel ashamed!"

   (end of this chapter)