Listening to Zhong Wuhen's words, Qiu Ju, oh no, Zhang Ling's tears were flowing even harder, and his voice was sobbing, "Young Master, Young Master, I!" After saying it for a long time, it finally turned into three words, "I'm sorry!"

Zhong Wuhen shook his head, "No need to say sorry, we have never been sorry for anyone. You have your own choice, which is great. I am very pleased with the young master. Okay, don't cry anymore. The competition among the sect is fierce. People will think you are easy to bully!"

Zhang Ling stopped sobbing, looked at Zhong Wuhen with red eyes, staring at Zhong Wuhen's eyes and face, wanting to imprint Zhong Wuhen's appearance into his heart, but what can this be done? Sooner or later, time will smooth out all this without leaving a trace.

The old woman looked at Zhong Wuhen deeply, then said to Zhang Ling: "Miss Zhang Ling, it's time for us to set off. We don't have much time left, and the sect conference will start soon. If it's late, I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up!"

Zhang Ling didn't react at once. After a while, he remembered that his real name was Zhang Ling. He raised his head and looked at Zhong Wuhen, "Young Master, can I draw a painting and bring it over?"

Zhong Wuhen smiled bitterly, "Why are you doing this? Since you have chosen to embark on the road of cultivation, you must forget everything in the world, right?" While speaking, Zhong Wuhen looked at the old woman.

The old woman nodded involuntarily, "It should be true. The road to cultivation is long. Only by clearing everything can we reach the sky directly!"

However, Zhang Ling did not say anything, took out a blank scroll and started writing. A quarter of an hour later, a frontal ink painting appeared. The painting was very good, at least it could be identified. This was Zhong Wuhen's appearance. Zhang Ling carefully blew it dry, rolled it up and put it in his eyes, with some joy, "Young Master, go back to see me? A young master's talent should not be a problem to enter the sect, right?"

However, the old woman glanced at Zhong Wuhen and shook her head secretly, "Zhang Ling, Zhong Wuhen's body is blocked and his true energy is blocked. Now it is a great fortune to have a warrior's cultivation level. If there is no miracle, I'm afraid that I will not be able to break through in this life, so it is impossible to join the sect, let alone the three major heavenly sects!"

At the same time, Zhong Wuhen also spoke: "I will not join the sect, and even if I join, I probably wouldn't choose Lingfeng Valley and Qiuju. This is the last time I called you that. When you choose to enter the sect, we have no relationship, right? Everyone has their own choice, forget the past, start your new life again in the sect, and have a more exciting life. This is the life you want."

Zhang Ling took two steps back, bent his legs, knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times in a row, and said sorry every time he kowtowed.

Zhong Wuhen did not stop him. After Zhang Ling got up, Zhong Wuhen sighed, "Let me cook a cup of tea in the end!"

Qiuju nodded, "Okay!"

Entering the room and looking at the tea set in front of him, Zhang Ling's tears flowed down again. I don't know if the pot of tea was boiled or the tea. A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Ling walked in with a cup of tea and placed it gently on the table. He did not speak, but retreated aside.

Zhong Wuhen took a sip slowly, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes, "The tea is a little old and a little astringent!" I don't know if this cup of tea is tea or the bitterness of my mouth.

Zhang Ling lowered his head, "Then I'll cook again!"

Zhong Wuhen put down the teacup and waved his hand, "Forget it, let's go, let's go!" At this time, Zhong Wuhen's tone was cold. It was hard to imagine that a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy would show such emotions, but such a thing did happen to Zhong Wuhen.

Zhang Ling paused and lowered her head, "Young Master, take care of yourself!" After that, he turned to look at the old woman, "Senior, let's go!" While speaking, Zhang Ling held the scroll tightly, as if it was the most important treasure.

The old woman took Zhang Ling out of the door, grabbed Zhang Ling's arm, and when she moved, the two of them came to the gate of Zhong Mansion. Zhang Ling pulled the old woman's arm, "Senior, can you wait a moment?"

Zhang Ling stood in front of the gate of Zhong Mansion, looking at the plaque, and began to sway in his heart, "I really chose the wrong choice? But everything should be in a good direction!"

"Senior, let's go!"

The figure flashed, and when they appeared again, they had already left the city!

Zhang Ling took out the scroll and opened it carefully. When he was halfway through, there was nothing. Zhang Ling panicked and quickly opened the scroll. Only then did he find that there was a blank space on it. For a moment, tears fell like rain, and the blank scroll also fell to the ground. He felt heartbroken, Zhang Ling covered his heart and squatted to the ground, and tears fell on the blank scroll one by one.

The old woman saw the scroll empty, and it was very strange. He had clearly seen Zhang Ling paint the portrait of that little guy, but in a blink of an eye, why did it disappear? Even she couldn't understand this.

"I don't even want to leave a painting behind. Master, do you really not forgive me?" Zhang Ling's tears were already dry, holding the blank scroll covered with tears, and his heart was filled with bitterness and grief.

"After all, I was wrong, I was wrong!" Zhang Ling cried and suddenly started to laugh, laughing foolishly.

The old woman naturally didn't want to see a good seedling that was ruined. She quickly lit the acupoint and took Zhang Ling away. Perhaps only by staying away from this place can Zhang Ling escape from that kind of grief.

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In the Qinglian House, there was still only Zhong Wuhen in the hall. He saw Zhang Ling's pain because of the blank scroll and also saw the scene of Zhang Ling being taken away by acupuncture. He would not stop him, because no one threatened her from beginning to end. As long as she said any words of rejection from beginning to end, Zhong Wuhen would take action without hesitation, but she did not. Since this was her choice, Zhong Wuhen would respect her. Even if she would regret it, he would feel a little sad.

Sitting on the chair, Zhong Wuhen finished drinking the cup of tea in one sip and said lightly: "Is this your choice?"

As soon as he got up and walked out of the hall, Chunzhu and his friends immediately surrounded him, "Young Master, Sister Qiu Ju?"

Zhong Wuhen waved his hand, "There will be no Qiu Ju in Qinglianju again. Zhong Wuhen took out a martial art called "Huanyuan Jing" from the storage space and handed it to Le'er. Le'er, from today, you will teach Chunzhu, Xiahe and Dongmei to start practicing. This martial art is prepared for you three. As for combat skills, there is a martial arts sword technique, and you can try to practice it!" As he said, he gave each of the sword scores of the martial arts sword technique. These are all printed versions, and Zhong Wuhen still has a lot of them.

The three girls were naturally very excited, but Dongmei was more concerned about Zhong Wuhen, "Then, young master, you?"

Zhong Wuhen shook his head, "I'm going to go into seclusion. Dongmei remembers to pay attention to what I need. If you have any news, please notify me!"

Dongmei nodded, "Young Master, I understand!"

Zhong Wuhen walked directly to the backyard. He first came to Qiuju's room, took a look, then slowly walked out, locked the door, and sat on a chair and looked at the flower field outside. I don't know how long it took, but Zhong Wuhen entered the practice room.

He did not start to refine the alchemy, but sat in the middle, dazed, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, Zhong Wuhen sighed, "Hey, sooner or later we will be separated. Such separation is always much better than separation from life and death!"

Zhong Wuhen's body flashed, and then he disappeared from the practice room, then appeared in the alchemy room, and began to refine alchemy frantically.

The three types of elixirs are refined by one furnace and one furnace. There are many medicinal materials and will not be consumed in a short period of time. Zhong Wuhen is already completely immersed in this. Only in this way can he not be affected by the hollowness in his heart.

"Dingdong...Congratulations on successfully refining 10 pills of pills and obtaining proficiency of 40!"

It has to be said that the bloodline of all spirits is extremely powerful, and the proficiency increase of 100% makes Zhong Wuhen's alchemist level increase very quickly. It can be increased by one level in an average of two days. If the people from the Alchemist Union outside know this speed, they will definitely send someone to catch Zhong Wuhen and go back to dissect it to see what structure this person is.

However, according to the alchemist division of Jiuhua Continent, there are only sixteen levels. According to Zhong Wuhen's current speed, in more than ten days, he will surpass the limit of the alchemist in Jiuhua Continent, that is, the heavenly level alchemist. However, there are still many levels in the alchemist system, and there are still many differences. Zhong Wuhen has decided to start refining Xuan-level elixirs after refining this batch of elixirs, otherwise the speed of improving proficiency would be too slow.

During the period when Zhong Wuhen was in seclusion, the Zhong Mansion was busy. Although they didn't know when the enemy would come, they knew the strength of the enemy. The direct descendants had been arranged to the imperial city. The entire Zhong Mansion had only guards and old men, and of course, there were also brave waits. They would gather together every day to discuss plans, but in the end they could not discuss anything. After all, in the face of strength, all plans were empty.

The old man sat in the main seat, frowned, and slapped the table, "What is that little bastard doing now?"

"Master, the second young master is still in seclusion to refine alchemy, so no disturbance is allowed!"

Zhong Tianlong snorted coldly, "He is really against it. When the Zhong Mansion is so critical, he doesn't want to exert some force, but he still goes into seclusion to refine alchemy. I think he is just afraid that we will go to him, so he deliberately finds an excuse not to see us!"

Zhongli also smiled bitterly, "Father, no matter what, that child has done a good job. At least he saved his second brother's three children, right?"

Zhong Tianlong glared at Zhong Li fiercely, "What do you know? How can the second child compare to..."
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