Shen Zhimu looked at the expectation in her eyes. Was she looking forward to her superior qualifications, or was she looking forward to her own truth?

Shen Zhimu has never told a lie, and he doesn't like to tell lies to encourage someone.

"Your qualifications are not very good, and training will be much more difficult than others."

Shen Zhimu told the truth.

But in fact, this sentence is said with a human face.

Shangguan Nannan's qualifications are difficult to get into, and I don't know why Junior Brother Jianyun fell in love with her and asked the disciples of the mountain sect to let her in. Shen Zhimu still thinks about this matter to this day.

Immortality is a kind of immortal fate, and her ability to enter the Tianzong sect and become her disciple is another kind of immortal fate. She has an immortal fate.

"It's much more difficult..."

Nan Qing's eyes drooped, she lowered her head and murmured these words.

How difficult is it to be much? How many is it?

Is it possible to tie it with hard work?

Or can’t catch up no matter how hard you try?

Er Er watched Nan Qing's performance quietly. Her disappointed and confused look was amazing, and it even had a psychological reaction. He could see her expression and hear her inner monologue.

"Nannan, don't be sad, my teacher will teach you well, and one day you can become the kind of person you want to be."

One day.

How long will that take?

What Master said is inaccurate. It seems that hope is right in front of you, but it is far away from you.

She already had the answer to her situation in her mind.

The demon soul felt very happy now. This Shen Zhimu couldn't speak well. If he said something nice and didn't be so honest, maybe this little girl's self-confidence would not be damaged.

People in the Immortal Sect have this kind of rigid personality and don't know how to adapt at all.

She watched quietly as he pushed his disciple further and further away.

Soon the little girl will fall into her own trap.

"Nannan?"

Shen Zhimu saw that she finally had a smile, but now it sank again: "Are you still worried about cultivation?"

"If you don't worry, you won't worry anymore." Nan Qing raised his head, his face calm.

She already knew her situation, and there was no point in worrying. She could only find ways to become stronger.

But Shen Zhimu didn't understand what she meant. She just thought that her little apprentice had been enlightened by her. She no longer worried, but planned to calm down and practice.

"It's good if you don't worry. It's dark now and the stars in the sky are brighter. Look."

After hearing his words, Nan Qing looked up at the stars.

The sky is full of stars, and the stars are twinkling.

"Obviously they are all the same, they are all stars, but some stars are brighter and can be seen at a glance, while some stars are dim and their faint twinkle can be ignored in the blink of an eye." Nan Qing sighed inwardly.

This sentence is specially for the demon soul to hear.

The demon soul also went up to the topic and said, "Do you want to be the brightest star in the sky?"

"think."

"Then practice with me, and you will become brighter and brighter, and you will become more and more dazzling."

"good……"

The voice of loss.

The next second: "Two two! How was my performance? Pass it. I didn't mean to cultivate demons. I want to be strong. I went astray. If Shen Zhimu knew that he didn't guide me well, then I would be under his eyes.

I went astray down there, can he still bear to blame me?"

Er Er was enjoying Nan Qing's performance seriously, but suddenly she came to the scene with a thought.

Fortunately, as long as Nan Qing thinks about talking to Er Er, the demon soul can't hear him.

"You are very smart, don't speak casually."

"A host who cannot differentiate is not a good host."

“Great performance.”

Er Er answered the question she asked at the beginning.

Nan Qing understood immediately, and even said arrogantly: "I will keep up my efforts."

Er Er rolled his eyes gracefully.

Shen Zhimu saw her looking at the stars in the sky seriously. There was no sadness in her eyes, and there was even a smile.

It seems that the solution was successful.

"Master."

"Um."

"You seemed to have said earlier that you would teach me some sword skills. Can you show me some sword skills under the moonlight and starry sky?"

"sure."

Shen Zhimu stood up, waved his right hand lightly, and the white Lingqing Sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

He is dressed in white, with dark lines outlined by gold threads. His face is so moving under the starlight, his posture is tall and straight, and his waist is strong when he turns over with a sword.

Nan Qing sat on the ground and held his chin in his hands, watching carefully.

The wind blew his hair, the jade crown remained motionless, and the Lingqing Sword flew up and down, showing both momentum and beauty.

"She looks so good-looking."

Er Er: "Immortal, of course you look good."

"Are all the gods so good-looking? Isn't there a crooked one?"

Er Er: "If you don't look good, you will have a disguised face for yourself. There is another requirement for entry into the Tianzong Sect. The facial features cannot be deformed, the body cannot be mutilated, and the appearance is pretty if you put it in order."

"Is Shen Zhimu's face real or an illusion?"

"Of course the face of the best actor in the world is real."

Shen Zhimu originally planned to perform a few sword moves casually, but seeing how seriously his disciple looked at him, he performed a whole set of sword moves.

He didn't know that Nan Qing was looking so seriously, not at him dancing with the sword, but at his face and body.

The Lingqing Sword is put away.

Shen Zhimu put one hand behind his back and said, "Did you see clearly the move just now?"

"..."

Nan Qing hesitated for a second and said with a smile: "I didn't see clearly."

Shen Zhimu didn't blame her. Her disciple had only learned some boxing and kicking skills, so naturally he couldn't see these sword skills clearly.

"Nothing, I will teach you every move from now on."

"Can I dance as beautifully as Master once I learn it?"

"The purpose of learning swordsmanship is not to look good in dancing, but to use this swordsmanship to strengthen yourself and defend yourself and help others."

"Master who is strong in self-defense can dance so beautifully. Master, your every move, glance and smile are all very beautiful. I wish I could be like you."

He was obviously sweet and complimentary as usual, but Shen Zhimu could inexplicably sense the teasing tone.

It seemed as if his disciple was teasing him. It was impossible. How could his simple disciple be teasing him?

"You didn't pay attention to the sword moves just now. You were all thinking about looking good." Shen Zhimu reached out and tapped her forehead.

Nan Qing feigned pain and exclaimed, covering his head, and then looked at Shen Zhimu with resentful eyes.

Shen Zhimu was surprised. Could it be that he had strong hands?

"Ahem, it's not easy for you to look good? My teacher is also good at sword dancing, and women are so heroic in sword dancing."

"Master also knows how to dance the sword dance performed by women!"

"If you live long, you will naturally be able to do anything."

Shen Zhimu lived for more than a hundred years. Although he was often unable to go down the mountain due to lack of transportation, he also traveled to many places in the world in the past few decades.

He has been smart since he was a child, has a photographic memory, and can learn many things at a glance.

"Master, please teach me. I want to learn."

"good."

"Master seems to know a lot of things. Master, can you teach me everything?"

"As long as you can learn it, you can teach it as a teacher."

…

"Qi sinks in the Dantian, do you feel the Qi? Hold back enough Qi and turn around the whole body, moving it to the heart."

The reversal of Qi and body, this is the difference of Demonic Cultivation.

If you are not careful, you may explode and die.

Late at night, the harsh and old voice of the demon soul guided Nan Qing in his ears.

Nan Qing was sitting on the bed wearing close-fitting clothes. Her face was red now, her brows were furrowed and she was trying hard to control her anger.
To be continued...