After the cultivator's golden core is completed, the body is solidified, and the length of the body will not grow again.
Therefore, unless some strange creatures deliberately change into old men, generally the younger the monks, the sooner they will become enlightened.
Compared with Master, Feng Qingxiu became a little later. Although he was less than 20 years old, those two years were the age when he was very tall, so Feng Qingxiu's stature was actually taller than that of the teenage Master. Inch Xu.
However, his master's aura was so great that even a giant seemed very low in front of him.
Feng Qingxiu put one hand on the rock behind Shizun with an indifferent expression: "How can Shizun want me to be fierce?"
Ji Yunlai was in a trance for a while, the familiar feeling even made the transformed heart beat a little faster, he couldn't help but raised his hand to touch his apprentice's face. Ren Xian came back to his senses the moment he stretched out his hand, his outstretched hand naturally fell on his apprentice's shoulder, and he chuckled softly: "Xiaoqing is very fierce this time, it really scared me."
Feng Qingxiu let go of her hand, turned around and walked away, as if she could see the faint black energy behind him.
Ji Yunlai looked at his apprentice's rippling shadow, slowly sat down on the stone chair, and picked up the tea his apprentice had prepared.
The tea fragrance is still there, the tea water is slightly warm, like a gentleman, as warm as jade.
Putting down the teacup, he stared at the finger he had just touched his apprentice.
The fingertips are slender, white and beautiful, just like this, it is like the natural carving of God, with the warmth that has not dissipated.
That feeling, like a heartbeat.
There seemed to be something beyond his limits.
How could this be so? Ji Yunlai supported Yi with his hand and fell into deep thought.
Recalling the past one by one, he suddenly realized that he had been in a state of panic since he woke up on the second day of the sixteenth.
But it seems that the moment he saw Xiaoqing, he calmed down.
There are thousands of Kun-Lai disciples, but their eyes have never shifted, and they are even blind to the point where they have never noticed the difference in him.
No, or it's just too different, too different for granted...
So, I seem to like Xiaoqing
How is it possible that Ji Yunlai frowned slightly, wanting to reject his own idea, obviously we are master and apprentice, I didn't accept him as apprentice just because I liked him...
He thought about it seriously, and suddenly became a little discouraged.
It seems that he was accepted as a disciple because he really liked Xiaoqing, but at that time, it was this kind of like not that kind of like...
Yes, at that time I was really just pure, like a junior like! Although I was sixteen years old at that time - no, don't talk about sixteen years old, I have been on earth for more than 30 years, how can I count me as his elder!
But after he figured it out, Ji Yunlai was even more discouraged, so I really like Xiaoqing
Just, feel better
Is... the loneliness of being single for thousands of years
Ji Yunlai chuckled lightly, picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, the tea was slightly cold, and the mouth was slightly astringent.
It's just... that's not good.
Xiaoqing is still young and has a good life, and I am his master. I shouldn't affect his three views, let alone use my identity to bias him.
When he grows up and has experience and experience, let's see if I still have this throbbing.
Before that, I was his master.
Just his master.
He raised the tea bowl and drank it.
But suddenly he came back to his senses.
Wait, so before, did I often flirt with Xiaoqing inadvertently...
Alas... I'll have to pay more attention in the future.
After thinking about everything, Ji Yunlai found that he was not happy.
On the contrary, when he thinks that he can't tease Qing Mao again in the future, although his face is cold and indifferent, his heart is full of unrequited love.
After sitting for a long time, he turned his head and found that his apprentice had locked himself in the room again.
A bit... I don't know what to do with Xiaoqing.
…
After sitting for a long time, the apprentice still did not come out.
Ji Yunlai thought for a while, and decided to leave for a while to wake himself up.
The boy surnamed Luo who had received the Heavenly Dao before had already left Feilai Peak with the fallen stone from his Dao Seed and went to Jiuyuan Gully.
And in his consciousness, An Xian also brought the equipment and prepared to go to the black witch land.
Ji Yunlai was also a little curious about that place. What kind of dangerous place was he afraid to go to easily
It just so happened that he was going there to find something, so he went first.
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On the other side, Feng Qingxiu went back to her room and filled the room with restrictions before she buried her head in the soft bed.
God knows he was just about to be scared to death by himself.
At the moment when he was extremely annoyed and pushed Shizun back, he thought naturally... just... How could he think like this
That is the master he respects the most, how could he want to push the master down? !
And Shizun, how could he be pushed over so easily by himself!
In addition, he looked at his hand. It was this hand that pushed the master just now. I don't wash my hands - no! This hand should be chopped off!
Feng Qingxiu touched the tip of her hot ear.
Suddenly found that I may, may, or, vaguely, as if... No no! I just respect the master, that is the love of the apprentice for the master!
What was I thinking, he pressed his hot face with the hand that he pushed past Shizun.
That is Master!
The Master whom I have always admired since I was a child.
It's just that I'm too young, so please read the Pure Heart Technique more, but I can't have such thoughts anymore.
But Master is so beautiful, I imagine... No, I can't think, this is an insult to Master!
How could this be so!
Feng Qingxiu only felt that her brain was a mess, and she was so uneasy that she was worried about whether she could be selected for Kun-Lai.
Glancing at the corner of his eyes, he found his shadow swaying ripplingly on one side.
Feng Qingxiu couldn't even lift the strength to pump it.
After a while, he found that his shadow seemed to be watching him silently.
Although the shadow can't actually be seen, he just feels it.
Thinking of the consequences of stabbing him with an invisible sword before, Feng Qingxiu just didn't want to breathe, and she couldn't even manage a shadow herself, so how could she be Master's apprentice
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Confused, he thought about it for a long time, but his mind was still rumbling. Feng Qingxiu simply covered her head with a pillow and went to sleep.
This is taught at the next door. When you are uneasy, if you can't solve it, take a good rest, adjust your mood, and face it again. Don't force yourself into concentration, lest you go into the devil.
The shadow beside him tilted his head and returned to Feng Qingxiu.
Feng Qingxiu was dreaming again.
He dreamed that the master was standing quietly in front of a blood-stained white camellia, silent, and he was watching him, but couldn't do anything.
That is not the master that he is familiar with, he is too cold, and just standing beside him, he has the illusion of shivering with cold.
The master was there watching the bloodstains on the white camellia, from sunrise to sunset, and then to the sunrise again.
The camellias bloomed undefeated, and the blood stains were as bright as yesterday, but the surrounding mountains and forests gradually turned from green to yellow, and finally covered with Kaikai white snow, until the first snow melted and everything regenerated.
Finally, his eyes turned to himself.
After a long time, he said, "You won."
There was no ups and downs in the voice, but Feng Qingxiu just wanted to rush over and call Master, don't look at it, but she couldn't move.
The master raised his fingertips, and the snow-like fingertips were wrapped with a bit of domineering sword light, but they were slowly handed to his eyebrows.
Feng Qingxiu almost wanted to scream and pounce.
But he couldn't move, as if he was just a stubborn obsession.
Master, what are you doing
"I don't want to wait for you to come back." He seemed to hear his roar, and the master on the opposite side calmly stabbed the sword light into his own eyebrows, but his voice finally had a gentle warmth, as if a warm Feather floated to the bottom of his heart, he said, "Don't be afraid, I just want to let us meet at the best time."
No, no, I don't want to meet you, I just want you to be good, you can be good!
I'll be back soon, you wait for me-