Feng Qing's words were so loud that even Jiang Deng could not help but be moved by it.

Jiang Deng helped Feng Qing up, "I have decided not to accept disciples in this life. You and I don't have to be called masters and disciples. If you really want to follow me to practice, call me sister like Zhiling."

Feng Qing was about to open her mouth to call someone, but suddenly she remembered something. She looked at Jiang Deng with a serious look on her face, "Who is the older one, you and me?"

"Uh..." Jiang Deng's mouth twitched.

Yes, I almost forgot that she is no longer the first female cultivator in the tenth realm. She is now just a seventeen-year-old girl. Feng Qing is also seventeen years old, so maybe she is a few months older than her.

"This is not the point, the point is..."

“The point is!”

The sudden female voice sounded, accompanied by the dull sound of hitting the wood, and the three people below looked up in search of the sound.

A window in Qingfeng Tower opened at some point. Zhan Ji poked her head out and said angrily: "The key point is that you three are, can you not chat so loudly? Do you know that there are still people sleeping in beauty sleep?"

Three people: "…"

After scolding, Zhan Ji looked at Feng Qing again, with a little dissatisfaction on her face, "Sixteen, why have you practiced swords with them?"

Feng Qing pursed her lips. She was not very good at refuting, so she had to honestly say, "There is no other reason, just because I want to."

Zhan Ji rolled her eyes, "I really don't understand you, what's the best thing about practicing swords? She makes me sweaty. I have this time to sleep in a beauty sleep and study fashionable makeup! Why do I abuse myself?"

Feng Qing could only show an awkward and polite smile.

Jiang Deng ignored this and greeted enthusiastically: "Do you want to come down to practice swords together? I will teach you for free!"

Zhan Ji snorted coldly, "I don't want it! Practicing swords will make my skin and tender flesh rough, and he will not like me at that time."

As he said that, Zhan Ji closed the window.

Jiang Deng looked at Feng Qing and said in confusion: "Do you know who he is in Zhan Ji's mouth?"

Feng Qing shook her head, "I don't have a deep personal relationship with Zhan Ji. I only know that she had lived here before I came to Taichu Sword Sect. She would go down the mountain at the beginning of every month and would not come back the next morning."

Jiang Deng frowned slightly. Could it be the "he" mentioned by Zhan Ji, who is Zhan Ji's husband? Because his husband is a disciple of the Taichu Sword Sect, Zhan Ji would go down the mountain to find his husband to reunite every month?

It sounds quite reasonable, but... she feels a little weird no matter how she thinks it.

Jiang Deng suppressed this doubt for the time being, looked at Feng Qing who was still looking at her, wondering what kind of martial arts to teach Feng Qing.

Because the exercises must correspond to the practitioner's own spiritual roots, if they do not correspond, it is likely to lead to slow cultivation progress, so the exercises she taught Feng Qing must be suitable for the Yin Ling roots practice...

"Have it!"

Jiang Deng searched through the numerous martial arts in her world of consciousness and finally found a martial art that suits Feng Qing.

The top-grade martial arts of the heavenly level, "Nine Yin Code"!

This exercise was originally the same as the "Nine Yang Code" practiced by the fourth disciple Murong Feiran. It was put on hold by Jiang Deng just because she did not meet a person with a pure Yin spirit body. Unexpectedly, after rebirth, she would actually meet someone with such a physique.

Jiang Deng used his own Chaos Power to copy a copy of the "Nine Yin Code", then gently tapped Feng Qing's eyebrows with his fingertips, "Relax, don't resist."

With Feng Qing's cooperation, the "Nine Yin Code" was successfully passed on to Feng Qing's sea of ​​consciousness.

The mystery of this technique is that relying on the characteristics of pure Yin spirits that can easily attract evil spirits, directly refining and absorbing evil spirits and turning them into their own spiritual power, which will be faster than the cultivation speed of ordinary heavenly skills!

Feng Qing looked at the martial arts in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the more he looked, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his eyebrows swept away the previous gloom.

"Master Feng, breakfast is ready, but you want to go to the kitchen hall for dinner?" Manager Yan walked over with a decent smile on his face.

Jiang Deng raised her hand and "Take it over directly."

"OK."

Manager Yan immediately turned around and left. Soon, she not only sent someone to bring the breakfast, but also called a large group of people to bring the stone table, stone chairs and stone benches. It was so complete...

"Master Feng, since you have to practice swords here every day, do you need to set up a martial arts field?"

Jiang Deng's attention was already all focused on the food on the stone table. She could not think of anything else when she used her brain and said directly: "Just do it yourself."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now." Manager Yan left in a hurry.

Jiang Deng and the other two immediately sat down in front of the stone table, and placed more than a dozen dishes made of spiritual beast meat on it, steamed, fried and stewed... Everything is complete, which is much more exquisite than eating barbecue!

What else is more happy than eating meat to make you feel full?

The three of them moved their chopsticks one after another and left all their worries behind.

The fragrance of food came into Qingfeng Tower through the gaps in the window. Zhan Ji, who was already hungry, couldn't stand it anymore. She went downstairs and joined the battle.

Zhan Ji bit the braised pork fiercely, as if she had a grudge against this spirit beast.

Jiang Deng joked: "Don't you lose weight and don't eat meat?"

Zhan Ji didn't stop at all, and ate completely open her stomach. "What I eat is not meat, but sadness and anger! Indignation! I will lose weight after this meal!"

The three of them couldn't help laughing.

Unexpectedly, except for Jiang Deng who ate the most, the second most people were Zhan Ji!

"belch!"

Zhan Ji burped, sat on the chair, and stroked her round belly.

She has been in Taichu Sword Sect for three years. Since she came here, she has never had a meal. She lives by relying on the faint spiritual power in the dew. She is so thin that she can be said to be skinny.

As for why not eat fasting pill?

The fasting pill is eaten by monks, and it contains a lot of spiritual power. Mortals cannot digest so much spiritual power by eating the fasting pill, and they may be overwhelmed to death.

Today's meal was the first time since Zhan Jida had eaten so full since she was born, and her face couldn't help but show unprecedented joy.

But within a moment, the joy on Zhan Ji's face suddenly disappeared. She covered her stomach and said in pain: "I, why do I feel so uncomfortable in my stomach?"

Jiang Deng twitched the corner of her mouth. It was logical that mortals would eat less spiritual beast meat. After all, Feng Qing, as a mortal, was fine even after two meals, but she really didn't expect that Zhan Ji would eat so much!

"Or try to practice too. Refining the spiritual energy, it's okay." Jiang Deng said, handing Zhan Ji a spirit test ball and asking Zhan Ji to test the spiritual roots.

"I……"

Zhan Ji was about to refuse, but the spirit test ball was already in hand. He subconsciously put his consciousness close to the spirit test ball as Jiang Deng said.

The next moment, the spirit test ball filled with green green, and there was only this kind of light. Obviously, Zhan Ji's spiritual root was...

"Tian Ling Root, Single Wood Spirit Root!" Jiang Deng said in surprise.

However, in addition to being surprised, Jiang Deng was also a little strange. Although they were both Tianling roots, Zhan Ji's Tianling roots were not as dazzling as Jiang Zhiling...
Chapter completed!