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After Jiang Hanzheng established his foundation, his method of successful cultivation has become more and more controversial, inviting people to speculate, but no matter how the disciples inquire and observe, they can only roughly know that he is using a five-element cultivation method, but what is the specifics? But they can't grasp it at all, no matter how eager they are, how eager they are to know the wonders, they can only be dryly curious.
In fact, there are quite a few Five Spirit Roots in the Outer Sect. Most of them are diligent and hard-working, and have extraordinary attachments to embarking on the road of cultivation. After learning about Jiang Hanzheng, they finally seem to have found their only hope and vitality. He regarded him as a role model, and worked hard to study this unique five-element cultivation method from him.
Since his master is the supreme real person, they, who had nothing to rely on, had the courage to go to ask for it, pinning all their hopes on the supreme person.
This day, Jiang Hanzheng had just returned to the peak, and found the aura of a stranger.
He frowned, feeling something was wrong, and walked back quickly, only to find that some outer disciples had found them somehow, all kneeling at the door of the master, begging him to accept him as disciples.
Seeing Master's embarrassing expression, Jiang Hanzheng felt uneasy, fearing that Master would soften his heart and nodded.
Even though he had the same spiritual root as them before meeting Master, and knew their struggle and hopelessness, people are still selfish, no matter how he felt sorry for these people before, seeing a group of people like this Trying to get close to the master, Jiang Hanzheng's always docile temper inevitably ignited, and he stepped forward to block the master's figure with a bad complexion, chasing away the guest.
As soon as this disciple came, everyone fell silent, and seeing the unmoved face of Supreme Master, they had no choice but to go down the mountain to work unwillingly.
Although these people are at least a beginner in Qi refining, they cannot be compared with him at all, but Jiang Hanzheng still has a vague sense of crisis.
Since the master has so many ways to support the broken spirit roots that can be found everywhere, why is he the only one that the master recognizes
Jiang Han is clenching his fists tightly. Whether it is the senior brothers who make him feel pressured or these unknown pawns who want to swarm up, they can make him wary. He spurns his narrow mind, so he can only use a more tolerant and magnanimous attitude. Behave to hide your heart.
In order to let the master unintentionally transfer to others, Jiang Hanzheng decided to continue to surprise the master one after another before he broke through the foundation establishment.
He thought about it carefully, at the two critical moments when his cultivation base soared, one was when he misused the elixir, and the other was when he took bodhi seeds.
At this time, the bodhi seed was already in his body, nourishing his meridians day and night, and it had many effects, so he also had the courage to try several elixirs with mutually restraining properties at that time.
He believed that his willpower and his strong body that had been trained by him could already endure such torture, so he secretly hid the truth from his master, and rediscovered the previous few elixir, sniffing the strange fragrance in his nose, he made up his mind , swallow it in one gulp.
What's more... the scene where I was cared for by Master because of the hot and cold, and even attached to Master's body appeared in my mind out of time... If the drug-induced attack occurs this time, will Master still be as caring as last time
Jiang Hanzheng blushed, and immediately patted himself on the head, horrified by the dirty thoughts in his mind, and found countless reasons to excuse himself.
This must be the effect of the medicine, that's why he was so cranky and dry mouthed.
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Hearing the painful groans from the room, Helang frowned, and a bad scene immediately appeared in his mind, and he broke into the door immediately worried.
Jiang Han was writhing in pain on his bed, his clothes were disheveled, and he murmured to Master, save me, his face was pale, his lips were bitten to the point of blood loss, and he looked miserable.
Helang was in a state of confusion, and hurried forward to check.
He just went out for a while, it must be when he left, something happened to his disciple, he wanted to come to his room, but he was nowhere to be found.
Helang fixed his limbs, checked his veins, and found that his body was criss-crossed with ice and cold, and the spiritual energy of the five elements in his spiritual root was disordered. Such symptoms seemed to be the same as those when he accidentally took the elixir.
But since disciple took Bodhi Seeds, in order to avoid conflicts, he has not ordered him to take any other pills for some time.
Jiang Hanzheng's body has improved after a period of experience. Although he is uncomfortable all over, the seizures at this time are not as uncontrollable as before. When he saw Master frowned and meditated, his heart beat wildly. Fearing that the master would figure out something, he had no choice but to grab his sleeve repeatedly and cry to him that he was in pain.
How can Helang think so much at the moment, so he can only think about how to make him feel better for the time being, so as to survive this period of attack.
At this time, Jiang Han's body was cold, and Helang added a lot of bedding for him without saying a word, and lit a fire in the house.
But for a moment, Jiang Han was blushing again, murmuring hot words, and sticking to Helang's body again and again.
Helang has dual spiritual roots of water and ice, and his natural body temperature is slightly low. When he uses his spiritual power, his whole body is even colder. As soon as Jiang Hanzheng touched him, he never let him go.
Helang touched his hot body, although he wanted to avoid it, but he also knew that being close to him would make him more comfortable, so he took the initiative to get close to him, took off his collar slightly, and got closer to him.
The feeling of touching the large skin made Jiang Hanzheng feel very refreshed, his heart was sweet, as if he knew that the master would compromise, he stepped forward and rubbed against the master's cheek and neck, his eyes were dim and watery, looking Extremely innocent, sighs came out of his mouth again and again, which fell into Helang's ears, making his face flushed when he heard it, but a strange feeling appeared in his heart.
Jiang Hanzheng's movements are not as jerky as in the past, but he is very skillful. He knows how to lock Helang's hands and feet so that he can't get out so easily. Judging by his hot and cold body temperature, it doesn't seem to be fake, but it also reveals a purposeful It means that there seems to be some saneness left.
Helang had his own guesses, but he didn't show it on his face. When the little apprentice squeezed into his arms, he just gently took out a sweat towel to wipe his sweat, and exerted a little spiritual power to lower his body temperature. , until the effect of the medicine faded away, she kept holding him in her arms.
After Jiang Hanzheng's heart went through the initial anxiety, he received Master's gentleness as always, and finally settled down, quietly buried in his arms, feeling the subtle feeling fermented in his heart.
He wanted to get close to Master and get Master's attention, that's why he did such a bold behavior for him. He understood it as normal and didn't dare to think too much about it.
Even though his body temperature was constantly changing, all these tortures suddenly became nothing if he pressed against his master and sniffed the cold fragrance in his arms.
What surprised him was that the master didn't say a word, didn't even have a single question, and Jiang Hanzheng had nowhere to vomit the words he had prepared, so he couldn't help but look up at him, and raised his heart again.
Helang touched the cheek of the person in his arms, and found that the body temperature had returned to normal, and then checked the meridians in his body. Although there was some effect, it was not great, and it was not directly proportional to the torture he suffered, and it was not worth it. .
Gently pulling the little apprentice away, Helang pondered: "You don't have to."
Jiang Hanzheng's body froze, and he shook his head again and again, as if he didn't understand, he grabbed the skirt of his clothes and showed his innocence.
"Your body is already tough. This method is not very effective and you will still suffer pain. Don't do this again next time. Master will always give you what you want." Helang patted his He had already seen through his thought of eating the pill by mistake.
Recalling his sweaty struggle just now, Helang felt a little distressed, thinking that he didn't have to be like this, why did he use such a stupid way of hurting himself to make him worry.
Jiang Han was biting his lower lip tightly, his heart was turbulent, and it was difficult to calm down. He didn't expect that the master had already seen him through at a glance, and even ignored his ulterior motives, and even comforted him, lowering his bottom line so that he could get closer.
Helang tidied up the messy skirts for him, didn't mention it anymore, and told him, "The competition will start soon. Although it's too early to say, as a teacher, I hope you can win the championship..."
Jiang Hanzheng was slightly startled, but felt that it was more difficult than ascending to the sky, and shook his head repeatedly, "This...? The master has too high expectations, and the seniors and senior brothers are existences that I cannot match."
Even though his cultivation base is progressing rapidly, it can only be regarded as a small success at this time. How can he compare with his seniors who have cultivated for decades and hundreds of years? Still self-aware.
Helang also knows that this is a bit difficult for others, but he still has hope in his heart, hoping that the young apprentice can repeatedly make strange moves or stimulate his potential, and he can also help him in other aspects and make progress together with him.
He curled the corner of his mouth, spoke with a relaxed tone, and rubbed his hair, "You are the only apprentice of the teacher now, are you willing to brush my face?"
Jiang Hanzheng naturally shook his head again and again, secretly making up his mind.
The competition period lasts for one month, and every day there is a competition that starts on time and is screened layer by layer before the final winner can be determined.
The first day is the ring competition. Thirty-six small arenas are set up in the sect square. All disciples, regardless of their backgrounds and teachers, can come forward to challenge. In short, before sunset, they can still compete on the stage. The thirty-six people on the stage are the winners of the first day.
When Jiang Hanzheng appeared, many disciples of the same age were waiting to see his performance, and encouraged him to come to the ring from the very beginning, but Jiang Hanzheng acted cautiously, and did not take it lightly just because it was the first round, but instead took the initiative later, waiting for him to change in the ring. After a few rounds, it was only when the number was settled that they went up to occupy one of the thirty-six seats.
The crowd finally saw him make a move and seized the ring, bursting into applause and shouts.
Amidst the praise and envy, there were also many voices asking about the Supreme Master's recent situation, most of them asked him if he still had plans to accept apprentices, whether he could ask him for advice on weekdays, and where is the Master's most frequent visit .
Jiang Hanzheng's smile gradually faded, but he did not lose his courtesy, he only seriously threatened that his master would not accept any more apprentices, and his success was unique, and no one else could imitate it, please don't bother the supreme real person , will only be in vain.
Seeing the voice of other people's discussion fade away, there was a low and mellow voice clearly coming from the crowd, quite powerful, although the tone was calm, one could feel the arrogance and perennial self-confidence of the visitor.
"That's a good point. But it's not your turn."
Jiang Han was frowning and looked at the source of the sound suspiciously. He could only see a man in white clothes with gold patterns, but with another glance, his figure had disappeared, and he couldn't capture half of it, as if he didn't want to meet him.
He was surprised and felt a faint sense of oppression and discomfort.
Why did that person just say that? Jiang Hanzheng's eyes are slightly darkened, he is the only apprentice of the master, how can it not be his turn to deal with the master
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