Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

Chapter 78: Empathy (not)

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Helang asked for indecision, and his attitude was naturally not as indifferent as Naxin's treatment of him, so he also smiled a little and nodded repeatedly.

It seemed that he was not used to seeing seniors who showed good looks towards him, Wuding stared at him for a moment, and coughed dryly, but after all he was in a good mood, so he cut straight to the point, "If you have nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall, I don't believe that Brother Qinggao came to see me just to reminisce about the past."

"Indeed." Helang nodded and told him the situation.

Wuding had heard about his senior brother accepting a Wulinggen as an apprentice for a long time, and he was shocked by it at the beginning and refused to believe it.

When he saw someone this time, he immediately looked up and down Jiang Hanzheng curiously, trying to find some reason from him, but he didn't see any merits, his body was not strong, he had no aura, and his eyes were shrinking. Doesn't seem to be a person with air.

Disappointed in Wuding's heart, he finally accepted that his senior brother did accept a mediocre person to get started, which is unavoidably contemptuous and mean.

He always only pays attention to young people with excellent spiritual roots. He doesn't take a look at those who have four spiritual roots and useless spiritual roots. Even racking his brains, he couldn't figure out why the senior brother would make such a move.

Besides, Wuding never expected that the senior brother would entrust him with him. He thought it was some important matter, but he didn't expect it to be these trivial matters.

The senior brother took in two apprentices, and he couldn't help but compare the two. He remembered that at this age, the senior disciple's first disciple had already shown his sharpness, and had a majestic attitude, but this one, I don't know when and what year It took only Yue to cultivate to build a foundation, and the gap between the two was really like a cloud of mud.

Such and such spiritual roots are not suitable for cultivation, and naturally they will not even be able to refine qi. This is reasonable, and it is superfluous to ask him for advice.

Wuding spoke straight to the point, and didn't know how to be euphemistic, so he immediately asked, "Senior brother, are you too old to lose your head? You also accept this kind of stuff, even if it's not even half as good as Kong Huai, you won't achieve anything if you teach it carefully." , isn’t it normal for a waste spirit root to be unable to refine Qi into the body? That kid Kong Huai is indeed remarkable, you can pet him, but why is such a waste spirit root worth your attention?”

When he only said the first sentence, He Lang's complexion had already darkened slightly, and he had a deep understanding of his junior brother's unrestrained speech.

Although these words are ugly, they are also to the point. I believe the disciples who are waiting on the side think the same way.

Even though Jiang Hanzheng knew how unbearable he was, but listening to it now, it was as if his newly scabbed wound had been torn open again, and the blood was dripping in the air, and he felt ashamed.

He kept pinching the hem of his clothes cautiously. After being looked down upon by his uncle, he immediately wanted to lean behind his master to find a little comfort, but he didn't care whether his master thought so, so the hand that was stretched out to him stopped in mid-air, Not up or down, at a loss, looked at the frown between Master's brows in fear.

"Don't scare him." Helang frowned slightly, but reproached Wuding in a low voice, his eyes full of disapproval.

Can you speak bluntly with such exaggerated words? Talent is the same thing as appearance, and it is not up to him to decide. If he just relies on it, he will feel sad.

Helang grasped Jiang Hanzheng's hand that was awkwardly standing beside him, as a gesture of comfort, then looked up at Wuding, "If you don't want to, I won't force you."

Wuding rubbed his nose, realized that what he said was a little blunt, and he started to blame him for causing the senior brother to be so protective. He felt guilty for a while, and his tone changed, "I have some suitable for new disciples here. Na Qi Pill, the effect is just as the name suggests, as long as you take the elixir and start to refine Qi, the meridians in the body will be dredged a lot, and you will be able to find the secret of Qi refining after using it together, it is much more convenient than refining Qi into the body out of thin air ...and I am the only one who owns this medicine..."

As he spoke, he groped from his bosom for a while, and took out dozens of bottles of elixir. It seemed that there was a magic weapon hidden in his bosom.

There must be a mistake first, the generous shot at this time finally made Helang calm down a little, and his face softened again when facing him, he took all the pills and put them all in the Qiankun bag he gave to his little apprentice.

Wuding shook his head, and drank a cup of tea leisurely, "Yes, senior brother always treats his apprentices like his own son, which is very good, but I have to advise you, be careful and raise a white-eyed wolf, how old is senior brother at that time?" Panacea and talismans were thrown at him, Huai'er and Huai'er yelled every day, but then he went down the mountain without turning his head, leaving you alone in seclusion..."

Helang became speechless the more he listened, and immediately interrupted, "You're the one who talks too much."

It's not that they are alone, there are disciples, big and small, around them, why can't they keep their mouths shut, and talk nonsense.

However, it is obvious that the disciples around Wuding are used to his master's temperament, or they have already known these things clearly.

Helang subconsciously looked down at Jiang Hanzheng, and saw that he was flipping through the Qiankun bag in a precious way, without saying a word, and lowered his head to stroke the lines on the cloth bag, as if he hadn't heard Wuding at all.

It was only when he was on his way back home that he put down the Qiankun bag and asked softly, "Master, can I ask a question? Who is Kong Huai? Elder brother?" Obviously, he was not sure about those words. He listened to it, and had been so obsessed with the name Kong Huai that he hadn't made a sound for so long, and now he couldn't help but speak.

Jiang Hanzheng's voice was still a bit immature, and Herang found it amused by such a cautious attitude, and rubbed his head vigorously, "Yes."

Jiang Han was intentionally or unintentionally moving his head closer, as if to let him rub the top of his head better, and continued to ask: "Is the senior brother a very powerful person? Has he gone down the mountain? Why?" How could anyone be willing to leave the teacher? Lord, go down the mountain by yourself and go to those vicious and filthy worlds.

He Lang couldn't answer his series of questions, he was at a loss for words for a moment, it wasn't that he didn't want to answer, it was just that he didn't know how to say it.

Jiang Hanzheng curled his lips, knowing that he was not qualified to ask these questions, his lips turned pale, and he apologized again and again.

Helang quickly pulled the child who was about to kneel up, "No problem. You will be stronger than him in the future. Now that he has gone down the mountain, you are the only one in front of Master. You should be more diligent."

Jiang Han was slightly relieved, and a sense of security returned, which gave him a bit of confidence, and his mind turned around. Now he is the only apprentice in front of the master, and he is no longer the poor beggar who wandered on the street. Ningdi cares about all the tiny ends.

Helang didn't say any more, but asked him what kind of weapon he likes.

At this time, he has no cultivation base, if he encounters people like Liu Yihan who try to harm him, and he happens to be not around, what should he do? so

But Jiang Han was racking his brains for a while, but he couldn't come up with an idea, so he had to answer honestly: "I have never touched a weapon, and I don't know."

Helang stared at his bones thoughtfully, stretched out his hand to pinch his shoulders, and gradually moved down, touching his body all over. Jiang Hanzheng didn't struggle, and obediently let the master do whatever he wanted, only the ears Inevitably it got hot.

Helang withdrew his hand and said seriously, "Although your body is a bit weak, your arm strength is not bad. You can try using a sword."

Although Jiang Hanzheng's body is not strong, but because his hands do a lot of rough work and often carry heavy weights, his arm strength is not bad. Helang thought about how to find him a better sword, and then he would restore his body and become stronger. Some, before he grows up, with the protection he can give, at least he won't be bullied by other disciples.

The school often offered him some magic treasures and talismans, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't find a good weapon that was light and handy, until he found a blue sword in the alchemy room. It was accidentally placed here, and it has never been moved, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the wooden table where it was placed.

Helang picked up the sword and injected a trace of spiritual energy, the blade shook violently, the rusty energy receded, revealing the white and shiny blade, the blade was extremely thin and sharp, and the word "Kunwu" was engraved on the hilt, It was actually a famous sword.

Legend has it that King Mu of Zhou fought against Xirong, and Xirong offered Kunwu's sword, which was used to cut jade like mud.

The hilt of Kunwu sword is rounded. It can be seen that the former owner loved it very much and used it often, but it was left here for some reason.

A thought flashed in Helang's mind, and he suddenly recalled the reason, but he stopped thinking about it and gave the sword to Jiang Hanzheng directly.

Although Kunwu is not newly made, it is indeed extremely sharp and easy to handle. I think the little apprentice can use it.

Where did Jiang Hanzheng come into contact with this kind of weapon, even though he didn't know the value of this sword, he already regarded it as a treasure, holding it in his hands and touching it several times was not enough, he still loved it in his arms and refused to let go.

Helang tapped his head helplessly, telling him to be careful not to be cut off, this sword is really sharp, it's not a joke.

"The sword is not meant to be held in your arms. I'll make a pouch for you another day so you don't hold it. It's good to keep it with you for self-defense."

Jiang Han was just like a child who got a toy, his cheeks were flushed with joy, and his heart was beating unknowingly fast. The sword in his hand felt a comfortable warmth and coolness, which made him hold it tightly.

Having such an extra sword behind him is naturally eye-catching. The new disciple only envied him for having a good master to get this good sword. The other older disciples took a closer look, but they exclaimed again and again. , no one will not recognize this sword.

After all, this is a famous sword that Master Supreme Master Kong Huai traveled all the way to Jianchi to find after he broke through the fusion period, and now it is in the hands of a waste who has not even had the refining period, making them distorted with jealousy , even called violent waste.

Helang couldn't get in touch with these disciples, so naturally he didn't know what they said, but in the evening, he saw that the young apprentice changed his cheerful appearance during the day, and ran to him with red eyes, saying that he must hurry up and practice. Must build the foundation.

Helang was puzzled by the sudden change of the young apprentice, touched his chin, and it took him a long time to remember that Kong Huai seemed to have established the foundation when he was sixteen years old.

The author has something to say: Sweat, why do I feel that the presence of the big brother is getting higher and higher, and I have the illusion of being fascinated by my ex-boyfriend... Don't expect him.

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