"Oh, I haven't accepted it as a disciple yet, why?" Fenghua Daojun refused to go over vaguely. He keenly noticed something from the other party's subtle attitude.

Although he had only seen this child several times, he had a certain control over his personality. With the other party's current identity, he would probably not be an ordinary disciple.

When Master Yuanheng heard this, he was stunned and shook his head: "It's not suitable." No matter from any aspect.

These words are vague and make people unable to understand the meaning of it. Zhenjun Fenghua was also a little confused for a moment.

But as the person who knows Yuanheng Zhenjun best, Tukong is different. His expression immediately changed, and his face turned a little heavy: "Why is it not suitable?"

True Lord Yuanheng was asked why it was not suitable... Of course it was not suitable. There were reasons, but even he thought it was ridiculous. He had a premonition that if he really expressed these thoughts that could be called "swilled", True Lord Tukong would not be as simple as being angry.

Looking at the pair of eyes that seemed to be forbearance, Zhenjun Yuanheng sighed in his heart, his eyes slightly shifted: "Disciple cannot."

"Bastard!" What are you hesitating about? You don't learn this, this... I learned it thoroughly! Master Tukong seemed to have understood something from his unfinished words. When he saw the other party's default appearance without refuting, he was even more angry and trembled, and his hand on the desk was tightly clutching.

True Lord Yuanheng lowered his head, feeling a little complicated. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

In fact, he didn't expect that he would have such a deep relationship with that little girl who seemed inconspicuous at first glance.

At the beginning, he was just a simple heart to cherish talent. After getting along with each other over time, he developed the love of his elders. After thoroughly understanding, he was moved by the other party's simple and pure soul.

What kind of person is Ningxia? If Zhenjun Yuanheng asked him to answer, he would say... he was just an ordinary person.

Yes, that's right, an ordinary girl is the most essential thing that hides under her stronger monk's skin.

What kind of people are the cultivators? They are all arrogant and full of desire and pursuit of power. Their original intention of becoming cultivators is destined to be harder than anyone else's heart.

Most monks, even if they pretend to be gentlemen, will not really be like those in the mortal world with "blue blood and loyal hearts" and are not afraid of "broken to pieces". They are already a good person who can sweep away the snow in front of their own doors and not add to the insult.

Ningxia is not like a monk at all. She is more like the little girls in the mortal world whose life is short, with the most common love, hate, and love that mortals are full of human nature.

However, she was a monk like this. So her human characteristics were infinitely amplified, and after being mixed with various wonderful memories, she finally became a monk who was more like a mortal with a contradictory temperament.

This mentality and characteristics are not only stubbornly rooted in her deep inner layer, but also reflected in her external qi. Ningxia's qi has always been restrained, and her breath is harmonious and forms a series that is easy to pour out.

This is also the reason why some people don’t know this diamond in Ningxia so much and always want to use it to build their pitiful self-esteem. Compared with those strong people who can directly feel that they don’t look easy to mess with, Ningxia’s “ordinary” aura seems easy to bully.

In short, the contradictory temperament has created Ningxia today. The other party is indeed as traits combined with her, and always makes some incredible and amazing actions.

Practice, birth, and entry into the world... is never separated. Only by maintaining the original intention can one achieve the end.

True Lord Yuanheng also discovered the imperfect heart of Tao that was hidden deep in her.

At the beginning, the last generation of powerful people disappeared, withdrew from the world's chess game, seeking further development. Their generation soon began to emerge and gradually replaced the legends of the previous generation.

It was only then that the True Lord Yuanheng had completely come to the stage. Before that, he was just a relatively strong "Langke" who was well-known among the major sects. During that period, his cultivation level rose rapidly, and he was promoted to a Nascent Soul monk at a speed that ordinary monks could not imagine, and he completely gained his foothold.

But the glorious time was shorter than expected, and the life day after day was constantly consuming his experience and spiritual energy. He could no longer find the indomitable impulse and spirit of the past, and could even feel something as hard as iron in his body was constantly decaying.

...Maybe this is the limit. There was a cold voice in the heart of Zhenjun Yuanheng.

Just like all predecessors, after a prosperous age full of hope and vitality, they were stuck at a certain node, and from then on... the sky you can see is so big.

He realized with great clarity that this sky was incomplete and limited the pace of all of them. This is also the reason why generations of predecessors chose to retreat in their prime. They all felt the limitations of this world on them.

Only by withdrawing from the troubles, practicing quietly, finding the true self, and committing to a more essential state can we go further.

Without even waiting for the next generation of young monks to emerge, True Lord Yuanheng became the first retired figure. He seemed to have fallen into this long-term void state, feeling the cultivation level in his body gradually improved in the blank space.

A dream of a hundred years, and waking up again is another scene, but the world has not changed at all.

After sleeping and waking up, repeated several times, hundreds or thousands of years passed by inadvertently, and his brightly beating heart also became uninterrupted.

Until one time I woke up not long ago, he let go of his spiritual sense and heard some different voices, which were the vivid breath of the young disciple. He moved his heart and came out with the flow. He originally wanted to stroll around, but unexpectedly he was really held. True Lord Yuanheng could no longer return to the isolated state of the world.

If I hadn't come out of seclusion this time and met her, Zhenjun Yuanheng wouldn't know how many years it would take for him to understand this truth.

Perhaps he had once thought more than a moment and wanted to take the child back to his disciples, but in the end he gave up this idea for various reasons. The bonds became deeper and the more he carried. As the senior brother of the sect said... this child was destined not to be bound by this narrow sky.

Now he just wants to see where else can this girl who brought him changes?

He raised his eyes and looked straight at Dukong Zhenjun: "She doesn't need it either."

...

The man looked down at the stubborn boy below with a complicated expression, and finally couldn't help but sigh: "This is my choice."

The picture of memory is cracking inch by inch, and time passes, things have changed. The young True Lord is old, and the once stubborn boy is no longer there.
Chapter completed!