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The light from the morning light passed through the carved window became fragmented and scattered in Lin Fan's unfamiliar home, illuminating the wooden cabinets, beds, and the old-fashioned coffee tables at Zhao Qingsong's hand in the hall.

Lin Fan did not explain the words that were slightly childish in Zhao Qingsong's eyes.

But he did think so in his heart, and Fuxuemen has great kindness to him.

Since entering Fuxue Gate, he has been taken care of. Whether it is the old manager who once gave him a job, the elder who rescued him by poisoning his body, or the Sun Degan from Wanshu Pavilion later, they all represent Fuxue Gate.

Not to mention that when his eyes cannot see light, the people of the Fuxue Sect who always help him. Therefore, since Zhao Qingsong believes in the theory of cause and effect, if he can do something within his ability for the Fuxue Sect, he will naturally be willing to refuse.

After Zhao Qingsong saw that after he finished speaking, Lin Fan did not justify himself like a child, or like some ambitious people who came to show their loyalty to the high position, he liked the handsome child in front of him, and said, "That's what we decided."

"I'm going to make a decision." As he said that, Lin Fan thought of some interesting things and asked: "Does my master also go?"

After saying this, Lin Fan felt a little regretful. Zhao Qingsong looked at him again, but this time he smiled and looked like I understood.

Seeing that Lin Fan was a little embarrassed by his own eyes, Zhao Qingsong said, "Of course, the inner disciples have to go to the snowy area to practice once a year."

As he said that, Zhao Qingsong changed the subject and said, "Have a meal together at noon?"

Seeing that he had just made fun of his complacent appearance, Lin Fan replied indifferently: "Oh."

Little did they know that being able to win Zhao Qingsong's favor in the Fuxue Sect is a thing worth showing off for every disciple, including the inner disciple.

But there are still some time when lunch is now. Although the two of them just talked, they naturally fell silent after they lost the topic.

Lin Fan thought that he was idle anyway, so he started cleaning his new home, busy with sweat.

Zhao Qingsong sat on the wooden chair, watching Lin Fan carrying a broom and a basin, and was very busy.

For some reason, Zhao Qingsong seemed to see the shadow of the genius from the Fuxue Sect ten years ago in Lin Fan. The boy Li Xueshan also seemed to like to do some housework, but compared with Lin Fan, the boy's personality became colder.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qingsong frowned, looked at Lin Fan wiping the beams of the house at this time, then smiled slightly and raised a finger.

A crystal clear blue water ball appeared on his fingertips. His fingers pressed down gently, and the water droplets suddenly fell to the ground in the hall and spread suddenly.

Lin Fan, who was holding his feet up, looked at the beam carefully. Suddenly, he saw the blue water spreading from bottom to top of the roof, and couldn't help but grow his mouth.

At this time, Zhao Qingsong said: "You'd better get down now and then go to the yard to prepare some dry rags."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan quickly got off the small wooden ladder and hurriedly walked out of the hall.

Then, a sudden rain fell selectively in the room with similar left and right connections, but the rain seemed too sufficient, and in an instant, the ground was like a small river.

Lin Fan covered his head and asked, "Is this what I can dry with a rag?"

Zhao Qingsong smiled proudly, raised his fingers again, and the accumulated water seemed to understand his words. In an instant, it condensed into a stream and shot out, splashing all under the roots of the old tree that was holding the green shade in the yard.

Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction and looked at the newly renovated hall and said, "This magical power is good."

"Ice, water, fog, and frost are all the same-class magical powers. I will teach you when I have time."

Lin Fan nodded immediately, but he was accustomed to doing rough work over the years. Seeing that there was work in front of him, he felt uncomfortable if he didn't do it.

So Zhao Qingsong did not see Lin Fan coming to him immediately with a pious face and began to ask. Lin Fan actually turned around and found a few dry rags in the utility room, then walked into the wet hall, and threw them to Zhao Qingsong and said, "Anyway, I'm idle, so let's wipe them together."

Zhao Qingsong was stunned. He was about to say that you opened the window. One day was enough for the room to dry naturally, so he saw Lin Fan sticking his butt and starting to wipe the floor.

It's not over yet. After wiping for a while, Lin Fan turned his head and said, "Anyway, I'm idle. I'll talk about magical powers after finishing the wipe."

Zhao Qingsong stood up for no reason, then took the rag with a little rotten smell, stuck out his butt, and started wiping the floor with Lin Fan.

This is a very interesting picture.

It is also a picture that Lin Fan thinks is very ordinary.

But when he received the order from Zhao Qingsong to deliver the food, the manager's chin almost fell into the Xuezhen lotus soup he was holding. He saw that in the hot afternoon sun, the second head of the snow-covered door in the neat and fresh hall was carefully wiping a bronze mirror, and from time to time he had to "ha" it and then continue to wipe it.

He doesn't look like the second head of the Fuxue Sect at all, like a wealthy mist wiping his gold, very focused and serious.

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After lunch, Zhao Qingsong sat on a square chair in the hall and savored the tea that the food manager who had left in panic not long ago.

Lin Fan naturally enjoyed this treatment, but he really didn't understand the tea ceremony. Anyway, the tea leaves tasted the same. After taking a sip, he sat quietly opposite Zhao Qingsong.

Zhao Qingsong pointed to the tea ceremony in the cup: "Everyone knows that magical powers cannot be forced, and the world of cultivation knows that there are three ways to improve the power of magical powers. The first is your own realm. The magical powers triggered by different quality and quantity of vital energy are naturally different.

"The second is through insight, it is hard to find."

"The third is naturally to obtain fragments of magical powers from heaven to improve the realm of magical powers."

"But in fact, there is another way to make the magical powers stronger."

Lin Fan was silent and looked at the man sitting opposite him talking seriously, and remembered every word of him in his heart, because Lin Fan knew that Zhao Qingsong was the strongest person on the snow-covered mountain, no doubt about it.

Zhao Qingsong looked at Lin Fan seriously and smiled: "The magical powers are divided into three major systems, nature, divine weapons and demonization, but this is just a differentiation of the major systems, and countless small systems are branched out."

"Just like the magical power of ice, how can ice condense? It is naturally water."

"Water dissipates is fog, water condenses into ice, and frost is naturally found in the middle."

"This principle is not difficult to understand, but many people see supernatural powers too sacred and are unwilling to understand them."

Hearing this sentence, Lin Fan remembered the first time he was listening to Teacher Wen’s lecture in the imperial school. He also had the same theory: Don’t look at the vitality in your body too sacred, as this will hinder your pace.

At this time, Zhao Qingsong spread his palms and said, "Pour some tea."

Lin Fan immediately raised his glass and fell down. The turbid yellow tea slowly descended along the mouth of the cup, magically stopping at an inch from Zhao Qingsong to Governor Zhao Qingsong.

Then something magical began to happen.

The tea began to solidify when it came to his palm, and from time to time, Zhao Qingsong pressed his index finger.

A drop of water flew up, and he blew it gently, and the water droplets exploded between Lin Fan and him, turning into a very small cloud of mist.

The mist quickly dissipated and the tea continued to solidify. Zhao Qingsong buckled his finger again, and a drop of tea with ice flew up. It was unable to quench and hit Lin Fan's left shoulder, condensed into frost.

Finally, his palm gently raised, and the completely solidified tea seemed to turn into an amber pebble and fell on the square table between the two.

Lin Fan did not blink for a moment. He stared at the stone that was originally tea but now turned into amber and cold, and unconsciously felt his heartbeat accelerate.

The relationship between master and apprentice in the world of practice is the most reliable. Only this relationship can pass on some practice knowledge that ordinary people cannot know, and even have no skills in books.

Lin Fan knew that this magical technique seemed simple, but if Zhao Qingsong had not pointed it out, he would have realized it in no time or time, and immediately showed gratitude.

Zhao Qingsong couldn't stand Lin Fan's expression and immediately said: "This is your reward for entering the snowy land."

Lin Fan bowed his hand and said solemnly: "Thank you, the second leader."

Zhao Qingsong waved his hand quickly and continued, "Do you know how to practice this technique?"

Although Lin Fan is kind and a little mellow, his mind has always been very good. He immediately said: "Disciples know that by controlling the temperature of the ice magic power, they can do this."

Zhao Qingsong raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that this kid has a good understanding. When he talked about these with his inner disciples back then, except for Ye Ningshuang, everyone else thought about it for three days and three nights.

Of course, this is not that the inner disciples are not as talented as Lin Fan, but that they see too sacred in their practice and too sacred in their supernatural powers. They will not use such simple things as controlling temperature in their minds, each one is more complicated than the other.

Lin Fan was able to easily associate it with the control of temperature, which shows that he has an objective perspective on the matter of practice, and he does not think that practice is sacred.

The more Zhao Qingsong looked at Lin Fan, the more he became happy. He thought in his heart that if Fuxue Sect could escape this disaster, it would be better to personally accept him as a closed disciple.

Lin Fan watched Zhao Qingsong feel enlightened, and did not disturb him. He spread out his rough little hand and nervously turned the tea to his palm.

The vital energy in his body activated the magical powers. The temperature above his palm dropped sharply, but he frozen the tea into an amber stone. He couldn't help but start to reflect carefully. How much vital energy should be used to activate the magical powers just now, and how to accurately control the temperature of the magical powers.

It was also on this sunny afternoon that a group of guests came down from the green and green mountains of snow-covered mountains.

The middle-aged man in the lead was wearing a straw hat and tall and thin. Beside him were five 16 or 17-year-old boys and girls dressed significantly differently.
Chapter completed!