"You are kind-hearted."
Gongsun Ying put his hands behind his back, and did not look at Jiang Youlin who was in a panic. He only stared at Jiang Qinfeng coldly. The other courtyard carefully maintained by Jiang Mansion was densely wooded, quiet and elegant, but none of it was as tall and tall as a pine tree.
"I am a pushy person, and I will definitely learn better if others watch me."
"Okay, this is what you said."
Immortal Master Gongsun flicked his robe, and a silver sword flew out from his robe. It shone brightly in the sun, and you could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary sword.
"Congratulations to the player for successfully receiving the equipment card [Mingtianwu? Spiritual Heart Sword]! Do you want to confirm the equipment and view the detailed information?"
Jiang Qinfeng took a rough sweep and saw the spiritual heart sword on the card rushing out of the golden cauldron. The spiritual energy was turbulent, the sea of ​​clouds was rolling, and the glow was infinite.
The back of the card also wrote: Lingxin Sword, a second-grade sword, is the famous work of Qilinzi, a master of the Kaihuang realm. It uses thousand-year-old black iron as the sword body, and the black dragon spirit essence as the sword soul. It was born in the mysterious cauldron of heaven and earth.
Not only is it extremely tough, it is surrounded by spiritual energy, and it can also change with the sword owner's mind.
"I am in the Shangqing realm and amaze the world of cultivation with my supreme swordsmanship. From now on, you will be a sword cultivator. This sword is quite good to make up for your dirty little dog."
If Jiang Qinfeng hadn't read the card introduction and heard Gongsun Ying's disgusted tone, he would have thought that the sword was bought from some roadside stall.
"Thank you Uncle Gongsun. I will definitely work hard to practice." Jiang Qinfeng suddenly felt that no matter what Gongsun Ying's temper was, he was really good to him.
He rubbed his hands together excitedly and carefully pulled out the Spiritual Heart Sword that was stuck on the ground. The Spiritual Heart Sword immediately shrank in size and fit right into his hand. The pocket version of the sword actually looked a bit cute.
Next came the boring class time. Fortunately, although Gongsun Ying had an old-fashioned and serious personality, he talked about the theory of cultivation and the introductory mental methods in a clear and logical way. Although it was not very interesting, Jiang Qinfeng quickly mastered it with his twenty-year-old IQ.
The level of cultivation in this world is divided into eight levels: foundation building, bigu, pill formation, Yuanying, clutching, empty and dark, annihilation, and Dacheng. Each level is divided into three periods: front, middle and last. Generally speaking, the levels are
The gap between levels can be said to be worlds apart, but the gap between periods is not particularly large.
Only then did Jiang Qinfeng realize that the Gongsun Ying in front of him turned out to be a master of cultivation in the late Yuan Ying stage, and even City Lord Jiang was a monk in the middle stage of Dan formation.
"Your spiritual talent is rare in a thousand years, and your cultivation aptitude is also rare in a hundred years. It's really good, add a plum blossom." Even the strict Master Gongsun couldn't help but show appreciation for this kind of learning speed.
Jiang Qinfeng followed what he had just been taught, and sat cross-legged on the ground for a while and performed basic mental techniques, starting from the most basic absorption of spiritual energy and nourishing the spiritual field, and experienced the magical journey of cultivating immortality. His spiritual roots were extremely pure, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy was far beyond normal.
Although the summer is hot, people feel refreshed and happy.
He stood up, held the Soul Heart Sword again, vaguely felt the connection between himself and it, and exclaimed that it was amazing.
"Uncle Gongsun, you often think of plum blossoms, does it have something to do with Wuyou and the others talking about the selection of entry-level disciples?"
Gongsun Ying returned to his usual cold and indifferent appearance: "You have just realized that the reason why I treat you so well is for the success of the general election as an entry disciple."
Jiang Qinfeng was really used to this man's arrogance, so he wasn't angry at all. He kicked away the pebbles at his feet, raised his head and grinned at him: "Then for the sake of your and my success, I will practice hard and strive to reach the Shangqing realm...
…foundation building?”
"Building the foundation?" Gongsun Ying repeated. After looking at his expression for a while, he realized that this kid was serious about following him.
"Yes," Jiang Qinfeng reflected on the quarrel he had just had with Gongsun Ying, and his tone was really bad, "This is how I can repay you for your kindness to me. I was too impulsive just now, and I offended you with what I said. I'm sorry."
"I have only taken care of children from aristocratic families before. I never thought that a child like you who was born as a beggar would encounter such a situation." Gongsun Ying said calmly.
Jiang Qinfeng: "Huh?"
Gongsun Ying threw a book to him.
"What's going on?" Jiang Qinfeng took the book.
"100 Questions for Getting Started with Cultivation, jointly compiled by the Three Realms of Cultivation, Shuguan, has been unable to sell, and is being distributed everywhere. Please take a look, so as not to make a joke next time," Gongsun Ying paused.
"It also records the methods of using magic talismans and identifying demons. If you think you are talented, you can give it a try. If you learn it on your own, I will teach you how to build a foundation."
Jiang Qinfeng read through it quickly, covered his face, and thought to himself, he couldn't understand a single word, it was all the fucking words of this world.
Uncle Gongsun, please wake up! Since he is a beggar and does not know the common sense of cultivation, how can he know how to read and write? Isn’t the average per capita in the cultivation world 985! Do you want to be so averse to fireworks?
"Any questions?"
"No, no." Jiang Qinfeng shook his head like a rattle. This basic problem should be solved by the system. It is impossible for him to really learn it from scratch?
After what needed to be said, Jiang Qinfeng still looked lively and lively. Gongsun Ying smiled coldly and without wasting any time, he started teaching sword moves.
"This set of swordsmanship is called Zhengqi Swordsmanship, which is the foundation for the introduction of swordsmanship in our realm. The sword moves are all light and swift, focusing on winning quickly. They are not vicious and vicious killing moves. They only aim to subdue the demon in one round."
He didn't have a sword in his hand, his hands were behind his back, and he just made a few moves seemingly casually. His white clothes glanced at him, and his calmness that didn't even touch his hair was already unmatched.
"Don't think too highly of yourself, cheat and play tricks, every move must be exactly the same as what I taught you."
Jiang Qinfeng practiced carefully according to the formula he told. Gongsun Ying would correct it from time to time. After a while, he came back to his senses:
"I seem to have never seen Uncle Gongsun use a sword?" Even teaching him how to use a sword was dictated.
Gongsun Ying sneered: "Who told you that I am a sword cultivator?"
"Well, although that's true... isn't Uncle Gongsun from Shangqing Realm?"
"Who told you that people from Shangqing realm must be sword cultivators?"
Jiang Qinfeng nodded slowly. If Gongsun Ying was a monster, he must be a bully.
"From now on, you must practice diligently every day. You must not neglect spiritual gathering, mental skills, and sword practice. I will go to your room to check every night before going to bed. There is still some time before lunch, so you continue to practice."
Gongsun Ying saw the child's sad and melancholy expression and drifted away with satisfaction.
Jiang Qinfeng sighed and caught a glimpse of Jiang Youlin looking at him with bright eyes. He flew up in confusion, his sword blade was like lightning, and several sword flowers danced in the air. He then adjusted himself. Sure enough, Jiang Youlin's eyes followed the spirit in his hand. The sword of the heart is stuck together like crazy and cannot be separated.
Envy, jealousy and longing, Jiang Youlin watched alone all morning.
For a moment, Jiang Qinfeng somewhat understood Jiang Youlin's mood. His father was the lord of a city and a monk in the middle stage of pill formation, but he didn't even have five spiritual roots and was scolded as a waste by others.
Although the two adults of the Jiang family are thieves, the children are always innocent. If you defy their wishes, you will definitely be punished. Jiang Qinfeng made up his mind to stay as far away from the adults of the Jiang family as possible... But he ignored an eleven-year-old
As a child, he can't do it yet.
"I'm tired of studying, are you tired of watching too? Do you want to come over and sit down together?"
Jiang Youlin immediately showed him a friendly smile and trotted to Jiang Qinfeng's side.
"Qinfeng, you are so amazing. I have never seen an immortal praise someone."
"You are truly a person with an immortal destiny. When you move your sword, you are even more heroic than those fellow cultivators!"
"I've been watching for a long time. I'm sure many girls will like you in the future. Linjiang Sword God, no one can beat you!"
"Qinfeng..."
Damn it, who can stand up to this? How can this kid boast so many rainbow farts?
If this was really a six-year-old genius prodigy, he would definitely feel very comfortable after hearing this, but Jiang Qinfeng was so funny no matter how he heard it, this little guy clearly didn't have any eyes on him just now, he was all staring at his sword, okay!
"Okay, okay, you don't have to do this, I see you have been staring at the Soul Sword."
"Yes, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to do it!" Jiang Youlin stammered.
Jiang Qinfeng said helplessly: "It's hard for you to like me. For such a short carrot, I don't have to force myself to do things I don't like, and I don't need your compliments."
Jiang Youlin's expression froze for an instant. He blinked and opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say. His whole body was shaking, and his eye sockets quickly turned red visibly, like a little beast abandoned in the ice and snow.
Jiang Qinfeng thought he was about to cry.
"I, I, I -" Jiang Youlin took a deep breath, his small breasts opened and shrank anxiously, then he raised his head again and looked directly into Jiang Qinfeng's eyes.
Me what?
I hate you?
I think you, a lowly beggar, don’t deserve to have good spiritual roots?
Jiang Qinfeng felt that a person's emotions should not be too suppressed. If negative thoughts were suppressed for too long, it would be easy to have psychological problems. He did not want to see such a cute child saying things that were against his will all day long, with a smile on his face that was against his will.
"I'm not a dwarf!"
Jiang Youlin ran away.
Chapter completed!