Feng Qing's words were so powerful that even Jiang Deng couldn't help but be moved by them.
Jiang Deng helped Feng Qing stand up, "I have decided not to accept any more disciples in this life. There is no need for you and me to call each other master and disciple. If you really want to follow me in cultivation, just call me sister like Zhiling."
Just as Feng Qing was about to open her mouth to call someone, she suddenly remembered something. She looked at Jiang Deng seriously, "Which one is bigger between you and me?"
"Uh..." Jiang Deng's mouth twitched.
Yes, I almost forgot, she is no longer the number one female cultivator in the ten realms, she is just a seventeen-year-old girl now. Feng Qing is also seventeen years old, maybe she is a few years older than her
months.
"That's not the point, the point is..."
"That's the point!"
The sudden female voice, accompanied by the dull sound of knocking on wood, caused the three people below to look up in unison.
A window in Qingfeng Building opened at some point. Zhan Ji poked her head out and said angrily: "The point is, you three, can you stop chatting so loudly? Do you know that there are still people taking beauty sleep?"
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Three people: "..."
After the scolding, Zhan Ji looked at Feng Qing again, with a bit of dissatisfaction on her face, "Sixteen, why are you practicing swordsmanship with them?"
Feng Qing pursed her lips. She was not very good at arguing, so she could only say honestly: "There is no other reason, just because I want to."
Zhanji rolled her eyes, "I really don't understand you guys. What's the point of practicing swordsmanship? It makes you sweat all over. It's great to have this time to take a beauty sleep and study fashionable makeup! Why should you abuse yourself?
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Feng Qing could only smile awkwardly but politely.
Jiang Deng didn't care about this and greeted warmly: "Would you like to come down and practice sword practice together? I'll teach you for free!"
Zhan Ji snorted coldly, "I don't want it! Practicing swordsmanship will make my delicate and tender hands rough, and then he won't like me anymore."
With that said, Zhan Ji closed the window.
Jiang Deng looked at Feng Qing and asked doubtfully, "Do you know who the person Zhan Ji mentioned is?"
Feng Qing shook her head, "I don't have a close personal relationship with Zhan Ji. I only know that she lived here long before I came to Taichu Sword Sect. She would go down the mountain at the beginning of every month and not come back until early the next morning."
Jiang Deng frowned slightly. Could it be that the 'him' Zhan Ji mentioned was Zhan Ji's husband? Because her husband is a disciple of Taichu Sword Sect, so Zhan Ji goes down the mountain to reunite with her husband every month?
It sounded reasonable, but... she felt a little weird no matter how she thought about it.
Jiang Deng suppressed this doubt for the time being and looked at Feng Qing, who was still watching her eagerly, wondering what technique he should teach Feng Qing.
Because the exercises must correspond to the practitioner's own spiritual roots, if they do not correspond, the progress of the practice may be slow, so the exercises she teaches Feng Qing must be suitable for Yin spiritual root cultivation...
"Yes!"
Jiang Deng rummaged through the many techniques in her consciousness, and finally found a technique that suited Feng Qing.
This technique was originally the same as the "Nine Yang Code" practiced by the fourth disciple Murong Feiran. Jiang Deng shelved it because he had not met anyone with a pure yin spirit body. He did not expect that he would let her do it after rebirth.
Meet someone with such a physique.
Jiang Deng used his power of chaos to make a copy of the "Nine Yin Code", then tapped Feng Qing's eyebrows with his fingertips, "Relax, don't resist."
With Feng Qing's cooperation, the "Nine Yin Codex" was successfully transmitted to Feng Qing's sea of consciousness.
The mysterious thing about this technique is that it relies on the characteristics of the pure Yin spirit body to easily attract evil spirits. It can directly refine and absorb the evil spirits and turn them into one's own spiritual power. This will make the practice faster than ordinary heaven-level techniques!
Feng Qingfan looked at the exercises in the sea of consciousness, his eyes became brighter and brighter as he looked at them, and the previous depression swept away from his brows.
"Peak Master, breakfast has been prepared. Do you want to go to the dining hall to eat?" Manager Yan walked over with a decent smile on his face.
Jiang Deng raised his hand and said, "Bring it over directly."
"OK."
Manager Yan immediately turned around and left. Not long after, she not only sent someone to bring breakfast, but also called a large group of people to bring over stone tables, chairs, and benches. It was a complete...
"Peak Master, since you have to practice swordsmanship here every day, do you need to set up a martial arts arena?"
Jiang Deng's attention was already focused on the delicious food on Shizui. How could he use his brain to think about other things? He said directly: "You can just take care of it yourself."
"Okay, I will make arrangements now." Manager Yan left in a hurry.
Jiang Deng and the others immediately sat down in front of the stone table. There were more than a dozen delicacies made from spirit animal meat, steamed, fried and stewed... everything was available, which was much more exquisite than just eating barbecue!
Is there anything more satisfying than eating meat?
The three of them used their chopsticks one after another, leaving all their worries behind.
The aroma of delicious food entered the Qingfeng Building through the cracks in the windows. Zhan Ji, who was already extremely hungry, couldn't stand it anymore. She went downstairs and joined the battle.
Zhan Ji bit into the braised meat viciously, as if she had a grudge against this spiritual beast.
Jiang Deng joked: "Aren't you losing weight and not eating meat?"
Zhan Ji didn't stop at all, she ate with her belly open, "What I'm eating isn't meat, it's grief and anger! Indignation! I'll lose weight after this meal is finished!"
The three of them couldn't help laughing.
Unexpectedly, besides Jiang Deng who ate the most, the second person who ate the most was Zhan Ji!
"belch!"
Zhanji burped, slumped on the chair, and stroked her round belly.
It has been three years since she came to Taichu Sword Sect. Since she came here, she has not had a single meal. She lives on the weak spiritual power in the dew and is so thin that she can be said to be skinny and bones.
As for why you don’t take Bigu Dan?
Bigu Pills are eaten by monks, and they contain a lot of spiritual power. Mortals who eat Bigu Pills cannot digest so much spiritual power, and may be strangled to death.
Today's meal was the first time Zhan Ji had eaten so much since she was born, and her face couldn't help but show unprecedented joy.
But after a while, the joy on Zhan Ji's face suddenly disappeared. She covered her stomach and said with a look of pain: "Oh, why do I feel so uncomfortable in my stomach?"
The corner of Jiang Deng's mouth twitched. Logically speaking, it would be okay for mortals to eat less spiritual beast meat. After all, Feng Qing, a mortal, was fine even after eating two meals, but she really didn't expect Zhan Ji to eat so much!
"Why don't you also try to practice and refine the spiritual energy, then everything will be fine." Jiang Deng said, handing Zhan Ji a spirit-measuring ball and asking Zhan Ji to test the spiritual roots.
"I……"
Just as Zhan Ji was about to refuse, the spirit-detecting ball was already in her hand. She subconsciously followed Jiang Deng's instructions and moved her consciousness closer to the spirit-detecting ball.
The next moment, the spirit-detecting ball was filled with verdant green, and there was only this kind of light. It was obvious that Zhan Ji's spiritual root was...
"Tianling roots, single wood spiritual roots!" Jiang Deng said in shock.
However, apart from being surprised, Jiang Deng was also a little strange. Although they both had Tianling roots, Zhan Ji's Tianling roots were not as dazzling as Jiang Zhiling's...