As the saying goes, debt-free and light-hearted, Cheng Yan listened happily in the classroom all day long.
I have a deeper understanding of "The Collection of Ten Thousand Demons of Tianchu" and the things that need to be paid attention to in "Code of Controlling Demons", and for the first time I discovered "The Gift of the Immortal Sect cannot be abolished" and "The Immortal Qi Locking Demon Tower". These lessons are still useful.
Quite interesting.
Of course, during her spare time, when she was wrapped up into a rice dumpling, there were still a lot of pointing and pointing sounds from the surrounding disciples.
"Junior sister Cheng, don't worry about that. My father said that most of the disciples at the bottom of the sect don't have the ability to judge for themselves. They are just like grass on the wall. Wherever the wind blows, people will fall." Ji Qiuyu said beside him. p>
Cheng Yun smiled, she didn't care about those voices at all. Just like many people in her time who didn't know the truth.
It can only be said that many people just want to believe what they see and hear. As for the truth, they have no way of knowing, and even if they know it, they won’t believe it.
"By the way, I heard that your father is back this time."
Mentioning Elder Ji, Ji Qiuyu couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Yes, he went to the Southern Territory this time, and by chance, he broke through in his cultivation level, and now he is a Nascent Soul cultivation level."
Nascent Soul! It’s so powerful.
"Congratulations, isn't that sect going to hold a Nascent Soul Ceremony for your father?"
Ji Qiuyu said: "My father is a cold man, so he had no intention of doing so, but he couldn't stand the repeated persuasion of the ancient master. So the day after tomorrow, the Nascent Soul Ceremony will be held at Huzhong Fort. You will also come by then."
For the sake of the sect, Master Gu must seize such a good opportunity to show off his power.
Cheng Yan hurriedly shook his head: "I can't. I still have something to do and can't go."
"That's such a pity. Young City Master Yan Chu is also back, and I plan to introduce you two to each other."
Cheng Yan's eyes flashed slightly: "There is always a chance."
But it’s still uncertain what the scene will be like, so Cheng Yan doesn’t want to make it difficult for Ji Qiuyu.
Ji Qiuyu did not force it, and asked doubtfully: "By the way, what happened to your injury? Why do you have various injuries every time I see you? Could it be that you went to the black market again?"
She raised her eyebrows. She would be angry if they didn't take her with them to the black market.
Cheng Yan shook his head: "It's really not happening recently. This injury is because-"
"Because she practiced skills she shouldn't have practiced." The speaker was the 'spiritual pulse expert' Deacon He who appeared behind them at some point.
The two quickly stood up and saluted.
Deacon He motioned Cheng Yan to raise his hand, and Cheng Yan did so. Deacon He brushed his spiritual veins slightly, and the reproach in his eyes turned to surprise.
"It's strange, it's strange. Your spiritual veins have broadened a lot compared to a few months ago."
Cheng Yuan smiled bitterly, it was not good, the progress of Jiudian·Pi was now slow and almost stagnant, so she simply moved on to the second stage - pulse.
The pain of widening the spiritual veins is no easier than forging skin, and there is no breakage and renewal, which makes Cheng Yan overjoyed.
Otherwise, she would really be a rag doll, living by mending things every day.
【First forged leather:4/9.
Second forging pulse: 1/9.】
The progress of her pulse forging was not very fast, but Deacon He noticed the difference and saw that the effect of this technique was astonishing.
But Deacon He did not give her a good look and warned:
"As a disciple, you must not act too hastily. When it comes to broadening your spiritual veins, foundation-building disciples often stumble. Your cultivation base is still shallow. What you need to do most urgently is not to take shortcuts, but to take every step in a down-to-earth manner.<
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It will be safer to wait for you to build the foundation before forging your spiritual veins."
What Steward He said makes sense. Cheng Yan checked many sects' books on spiritual veins and all said this.
But her body is different from ordinary people. The mother gave her such a high-level exercise book, and Xu Qingtian said that she was half-demon.
She was more or less affected, and she didn’t regard herself as a human being. Phew, she didn’t regard herself as an ordinary person.
Seeing Cheng Yuan wandering around the world, he didn't seem to take it seriously.
Deacon He frowned: "This is what I have said, so you can do it yourself."
Cheng Yan came back to his senses and hurriedly bowed: "Thank you very much, Deacon He. Disciple, please remember this."
Perhaps out of concern for the disciples with strange spiritual veins, Deacon He added: "If there is anything wrong with the spiritual veins in the future, you can come to see me."
Cheng Yan thanked him again.
……
The next day, the sun was scorching.
Cheng Yan walked among the ruins holding a blue and white umbrella that he exchanged with Lin Jialuo for silver wire.
Ever since they learned that the sand demon beast that could only cause sandstorms was killed by the demon master Jin Zhuo, the refugees in the ruins celebrated grandly, and then began to create a beautiful home together.
In addition, there are many organizations in the city such as "The Eagle Strikes the Sky" and Renbaofang City that donate money and materials. Now the ruins have a new look and are thriving.
There are rows of newly built sand castles. Even in broad daylight, the refugees did not care about the scorching heat and were sweating like rain.
The ice charm in the sandcastle rented by Cheng Yun is still valid, and it is now open to the public for free, so that passing refugees can go in and enjoy the cool air.
She came to her former ‘home’.
The wooden sign has long been scorched, and several new sandcastles have been built around it.
She stood by the sand pit and watched with interest as they built their homes. From their faces, Cheng Yan saw the long-lost vitality. Their eyes were filled with the light of hope, and even the beads of sweat on their faces were shining in the scorching sun.
Refracting the shining light.
I don’t know how long it took, but the hem of her robe was pulled by someone.
Cheng Yan lowered his head and met the timid eyes of a little girl.
The little girl is about three or four years old and has just learned to say some simple sentences: "Belt, flutter."
As he spoke, he stretched out his thin black hand and scratched the sky behind her.
Cheng Yuan turned his head and saw that the bandage he had wrapped had unraveled at some point and was fluttering in the wind.
Worried about scaring the little girl, Cheng Yan waved his hand and the tape wrapped around her face again.
The little girl pouted immediately, then opened her mouth.
The next moment, a candy was quickly stuffed into her mouth, successfully stopping the wah-wah monster.
The girl burst into laughter and ran back jumping up and down, as if she was eager to tell her family that she had eaten something delicious.
But unexpectedly, a strong wind struck and threw the little girl into the sky.
Cheng Yan's face sank, and he rushed over and caught the little girl before she landed.
The little girl was so frightened that her mouth opened wide, and the candy in her mouth had already disappeared.
She burst into tears immediately after losing the candy.
Cheng Yan quickly stuffed another piece of candy in, and then returned her to the arms of the woman who hurried over.
The woman was shocked, and while thanking Cheng Yuan, she hugged the girl and ran home quickly.
Cheng Yan's smile disappeared completely after the woman left, and he looked at the culprit.
The person who just cast a spell to get rid of all the obstacles on the roadside was a girl dressed as a maid. She was in the early stage of Qi refining. She was young and her eyes were higher than her head.
While waving the fan-shaped spiritual weapon in her hand, she cursed loudly: "You filthy things, get away from me. The Young City Lord will be here in a while, so don't taint her eyes."
The refugees dared not speak out in anger, and left one after another with their children.
The girl also noticed Cheng Yan, who was standing motionless by the sand pit.
"And you monster, get out of here!"
As soon as the word "get out" came out, the girl screamed, and the person flew out, slammed into the sand pit, and rolled several times before stopping.
Cheng Yuan recalled Lingfucao: "The accuracy is good and the job is beautiful."
Lingfucao: [That’s not a professional thing to do!]
The girl raised her head from the sand with difficulty, her face was covered with sand, she opened her mouth, and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with her two front teeth. She was shocked and angry.
"You dare to hit me? Do you know who I am?"
"It's too ugly, I don't recognize you." Cheng Yan didn't even look at her, turned around and left.