Zu Linshu himself couldn't understand such a result, but he did not agree to the requests of his fellow disciples. He felt that Lan Xuan Sect had just recovered its reputation and he shouldn't have caused trouble to the sect at this time.

But when he is alone, he will not be able to help but worry, or even feel unfair. Under the stimulation of this injustice, he practices harder than ordinary disciples.

It was another midnight when the sky was full again, Zu Linshu flew out of the cave where he lived again and practiced sword skills in the mountains. Although the cultivator who passed the seventh level of Qi practice had no use for practicing sword skills, Zu Linshu still insisted on practicing.

He thought that one day he could become the manly man who had a sword!

Even if you are much worse than that person, you have to work hard towards that aspect.

The most common basic sword technique in Lan Xuanmen was practiced with one move after another. Under the urging of internal energy, half a foot of sword light continued to suck under the moonlight.

The cold light flashed, and the momentum soared into the sky!

At this time, Zu Linshu suddenly felt that the breath in his body was a little unhappy.

He has been trapped in this hurdle for a while. He has also consulted some elders for this, but the result he has obtained is that he has insufficient cultivation.

But he always felt that this was not the case, but he couldn't understand the secrets in it for a while.

Could it be that this time, it’s really like the last time, just like that?

Zu Linshu was a little unwilling to accept it. He wanted to approach the man. One day he wanted to go to the four directions, so he couldn't just retreat.

"The breath reverses, raise your hand three inches!" A plain but majestic voice sounded in Zu Linshu's heart in an instant.

Although he didn't hear clearly who the person was, Zu Linshu still couldn't help but adjust his breath according to the arrangement of this senior.

In an instant, he rose with the sword light. The sword light, which was originally only a few feet long, so it soared to ten feet, and directly cut off a big tree not far away.

All of this gave Zu Linshu a feeling of dreaming, and the problem that had troubled him for a long time was easily solved by this sentence.

He was so excited that he turned his head and looked at the direction where he was talking, and saw a young man wearing a blue Taoist robe with a hint of softness between his eyebrows and eyes. He was smiling at him faintly.

This person's appearance has been deeply imprinted in his heart and will never forget him for the rest of his life!

This is his idol, his goal, his reverence!

He originally thought that he would see him again next time, but he didn't expect that he would stand in front of him today.

The momentary excitement made him a little speechless. But the figure came to him and chuckled and said, "Your swordsmanship is a little too anxious."

"Cultivation, especially in practicing sword techniques, sometimes the more anxious you are, the more you get twice the result with half the effort. So in this regard, you must remember that haste will not be achieved, take your time."

At this time, Zu Linshu finally calmed down. He respectfully bowed to Fang Ling and said, "Thank you for your guidance from the ancestor."

Fang Ling nodded, waved his sleeves and said, "You don't have to be too polite. I'm very pleased to see that you can practice so hard."

Speaking of this, Fang Ling continued: "According to what you did that day, Master Ling was originally planning to promote you to a core disciple of this sect, but I did not agree."

Zu Linshu was stunned by the words "Mr. Ling, and then he thought of the words "Mr. Ling Tai Fu, the leader of Ling Tai Fu, who could determine their fate, and he felt a little sweaty for a moment. After all, the difference between him and Ling Tai Fu was a bit too far.

"Do you know why I'm not going to let you become a core disciple?" Fang Ling's voice sounded in Zu Linshu's ears again.

For Zu Linshu, becoming a core disciple is one of his greatest wishes. Every sect spares no effort to cultivate core disciples. He has great benefits to becoming a core disciple.

If others blocked his path to becoming a core disciple, Zu Linshu would definitely curse, but Fang Ling was different.

Fang Ling's stopping would only make Zu Linshu want to find the reason in himself.

He looked at Fang Ling and said respectfully: "It's because of the lack of disciples, so the master..."

"No, with your contribution, it is more than enough to become a core disciple of Lan Xuan Sect, but I don't want you to become an ordinary core disciple. I hope you can step through the foundation building and achieve the golden elixir!"

As Fang Ling spoke, a jade slip appeared in his hand and said, "There is a sword technique here. I hope you can practice the sword technique, build the foundation through your own efforts, and move into the position of the core disciple with dignified attitude. Remember my words, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools."

Looking at the sword technique in Fang Ling's hand, Zu Linshu's heart was full of gratitude. He knelt respectfully on the ground and said to Fang Ling in a deep voice: "Disciple, I will work harder in the future and will never let down the ancestor's expectations."

"When you achieve foundation building, it is the day to become my disciple."

These two short sentences were like two thunders, which kept flashing in Zu Linshu's heart. He dreamed that he wanted to become a disciple of this person.

And this day seems to have really come.

Zu Linshu left with excitement, and just after his figure disappeared into the shadow of the mountain, Liu Zhongyu sighed: "This kid has great luck!"

"This is what he deserves!" Fang Ling smiled faintly and said, "Although my disciple does not require genius, he must have blood and energy!"

The word "blood and energy" made Liu Zhongyu ponder for a while, and finally nodded: "You should not be wrong to pass on the foundation-building sword technique of Tianxuan Gate to him."

The place where Fang Ling practiced was a small mountain not too far from the main peak. Because he wanted to prepare for the trip to Mount Sumeru, Fang Ling ordered early on that he would not disturb him without any trouble.

Fang Ling was in Lan Xuan Gate at this time, and that was the highest ancestor. His words were Dharma, Tao, and everything.

So even if countless disciples were willing to admire the style of this ancestor, they still did not dare to violate Fang Ling's instructions. Even Ling Taifu, who was the head of the sect, dared not disturb Fang Ling's purity.

But on this day, Ling Taifu still sacrificed the jade talisman and came to Fang Lingqingxiu's cave. It was not that there was something big that he had to ask Fang Ling to make the decision. Speaking of which, this was just a small matter.

It can even be said to be a small thing that ordinary foundation-building disciples can do.

However, this incident made Ling Taifu not know what to do.

Some people come to Lan Xuanmen to become disciples. Since Fang Lingjian killed the two major golden elixirs of Tianhe Sect, there have been more and more such things.

The reason why Ling Taifu is difficult to make decisions is mainly because of the status of the apprentice. If an ordinary apprentice is a disciple, even if he is the son and nephew of Jindan Zhenren or the crown prince of a country, Ling Taifu can make decisions.

But this person is just undecided.

This person's identity is just an ordinary fisherman's daughter, a fisherman who has no qualifications to practice at all.

If it were in the past, the deacon's disciples would have driven away the fisherman's daughter who could not have cultivated anything, but they would not dare to do this fisherman's woman.

Because she is Yan Nier, the Yan Nier who has been taking good care of Fang Ling when she was in a coma.

Fang Ling fell into deep thought after listening to Ling Taifu's report. For him, this matter was easy to solve, but it was difficult to solve.

He knew what this infatuated woman was thinking, but now it is really hard for him to give this.

Stepping up the mountain and looking down at the sky, Fang Ling saw the woman in a linen dress standing stubbornly at the foot of the mountain.

After Fang Ling became Jing Xuanzi, he gave all the industries around the fishing village to Yan Dazhu. With these gifts, Yan Dazhu has become a wealthy man, and this woman seems to have changed nothing.

Looking at the familiar person, Fang Ling's heart moved. He stepped on the void and Wunian Wuchen came to the woman's approach, and smiled gently and said, "Come?"

Many Lan Xuanmen who were watching the fun by Yan Nier showed a look of awe when they saw Fang Ling.

Yan Ni'er looked at Fang Ling with a daze, and after a while, she smiled and said, "Here you come."

"The scenery of Lan Xuanmen is good, I'll take you to see it." As he spoke, Fang Ling reached out and pulled Yan Ni'er's hand and walked towards the sky.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the country is like a painting.

Looking down at the world, Yan Ni took his hand, suddenly feeling that all her fatigue and anxiety disappeared at this moment, and her nervous and laboring body and mind were also released to the maximum extent at that moment!

When she stared at the man beside her affectionately, her entire face was filled with an unconcealed love. That kind of love was like the warm sunshine, making people feel comfortable, and she couldn't help but want to cry, smile, and be moved...

The white clouds are floating, and the blue Xuanmen is a unique scenery.

Fang Ling stood in the air, looking at a small wooden house that appeared deep in the white clouds, speechless for a long time.

"Brother Jing Xuanzi, walking alone on the road, we monks will encounter such a kind of friendship. Sometimes, we should stop and suffer from chaos!"

Master Tianyang stood beside Fang Ling and sighed quietly: "The heart of Tao is as iron as iron. We should be brave enough to climb. It is better to let some vulgar fates pass.

Fang Ling nodded and smiled, "Thank you brother."

Master Tianyang waved his hand and smiled, and said calmly: "We are our own family, why should we be so polite? I thought about it back then, I was young."

Looking at Master Tianyang who looked like a person who had passed by, Fang Ling felt happy. He thought to himself that you are hundreds of years old, am I still curious about your story back then?

"By the way, brother, I received a report from my disciple two days ago. There is a village located in Sanyang Mountain in the northwest. All the residents were forcibly sucked in their essence and died!"

Master Tian Yang's face was tense, and he said in a deep voice: "If a disciple hadn't gone to the mountains to collect herbs, he wouldn't have seen this situation. I went to check it yesterday. It should have been done by the corpse that day." (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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