"Zi Qian, the fairy went to the secret realm of the Eastern Wasteland. It can take as short as three months or as long as half a year to come out."
"If you really want to become a disciple of Fairy Ranran, you must show your sincere heart in these days."
"You go and live on the mountain opposite to Guoling Mountain. Don't worry about grandma. Grandma is in good health! Just wait for the fairy to come back and see you waiting devoutly. I will definitely be moved by your sincerity!"
Lu Ziqian raised his head and looked at the sky. Even the cold wind could not stop him from holding the pen in his hand and scolding Fang Qiu.
"Grandma, don't worry! My grandson will be here patiently waiting for the fairy to return!"
The pure rice paper is filled with his words of eagerness to learn in a dense and dense manner.
He is a scholar from Langan City.
Before he was born, his parents took him away from his hometown.
And it's not peaceful outside either.
When he was three years old, his father died suddenly.
When he was five years old, his mother remarried.
When he was six years old, his sister drowned.
When he was seven years old, his mother abandoned him.
The ignorant Lu Ziqian was picked up by an old beggar who lived in a ruined temple.
He cried while holding the map of Longyin Village left by his mother.
The old beggar beat him, scolded him, humiliated him, and even tried to break his legs the next day and ordered him to go out to beg.
Lu Ziqian did not resist.
But the old beggar broke his waist, died, and went to the West.
Lu Ziqian buried him.
The ruined temple became his home from then on.
But he still misses home.
He eavesdropped on his teacher's lectures in the corner of the college every day, and read and read alone in the ruined temple.
Even if there are bandits attacking, Taoist priests playing tricks, and children bullying, Lu Ziqian remains unmoved.
Because he knows.
There is a saying in the book: Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the way of heaven is reincarnation. If you don’t believe it, look up and see who God will spare.
You see.
He lowered his head.
These bad guys died on the spot.
so.
In addition to reading every day, he occasionally collected corpses for others.
Until a letter came from my hometown.
There are relatives who are missing him.
Lu Ziqian burst into tears on the spot, filled with infinite gratitude to the fairy who saved his loved ones in the letter.
He must worship her as his teacher!
She is justice, she is the fairy in the book.
She can save the world, and she can even protect her loved ones!
A tear fell silently, creating pure patterns on the paper.
…
The light of the righteous path appeared before his eyes.
At the last moment of his life, countless beautiful skins flashed through Nie Rong's mind.
Do you really want to give up this flawless body?
Before he could select the most perfect face he had ever seen in his mind, his eyes suddenly went dark.
"Is this hell?"
He was panicked, he was terrified.
The next second, a ball of holy white light suddenly bloomed.
A beauty stood in front of him like an elf in a flower. Jade toads took off in layers around her, and even the moonlight in the sky became a foil.
Nie Rong thought.
Rebirth does not necessarily require gender to be blocked!
"Are you... okay?"
Yao Ranran looked at him doubtfully.
Nie Rong wiped the two lines of hot blood from his nostrils and said, "I'm fine. How old is the fairy? What's your name? Where do you live? Have you ever become a disciple?"
Yao Ranran blinked her eyes and replied: "Age is a woman's secret. My name is Yao Ranran. I live in Guiling Mountain and I am a casual cultivator."
Jiang Shengxiang was picking up the jade toad carcass when he almost fell.
Fairy Ran Ran is too honest!
Nie Rong rubbed his hands, curled his eyes, and smiled brightly: "Since little friend Ran Ran has not yet become a disciple, are you interested in joining my disciple? By the way, I forgot to introduce..."
"Go, go, go! What are you talking nonsense here? How could Fairy Ran Ran worship you as her teacher?!"
Jiang Shengxiang couldn't hold it in any longer.
This man acted strangely, as if he was following them on a special trip!
Now he actually wants to accept Fairy Ran Ran as his disciple. What kind of dream is he doing?
Could it be that he stepped on dog poop when entering the secret realm, which made him have such high-spirited thoughts?
Yao Ranran looked at the man in front of her in confusion, "I have no intention of becoming a disciple, I'm sorry..."
Nie Rong pursed his lips and smiled, raised one hand, and made a silent gesture, "Don't refuse in a hurry. After you see my strength, you won't say such things."
Jiang Shengxiang glanced at him up and down.
Ragged clothes, body covered with injuries...and extremely strange behavior and behavior...
What the hell is this guy doing?
Has today’s porcelain become like this?!
Xiaorong opened her eyes wide when she heard this and ran to him quickly, her eyes full of stars and said: "Could it be that you are an expert from this world?"
He had seen it in his drawing book.
Real masters are not born easily and dress up just like ordinary mortals.
Some hermit masters even pretend to be beggars to test the character of their favorite disciples!
Could it be that this man's series of weird actions just now were all to test the boss's character!!
Nie Rong put his hands behind his back and said enigmatically: "Even a master from outside the world...can't compare to me!"
"Wow!!!" Xiaorong was shocked.
Jiang Shengxiang was dubious.
Does this person really have some strength?
Yao Ranran doesn't care about this.
She looked at the toad grass under the moonlight, took out the jade box and picked it carefully.
She is immersed in her own world.
Nie Rong: "..."
At least give me some face!
"Little friend Ran Ran, don't you believe what I say?" Nie Rong raised her voice, as if she had the urge to draw her sword and fight out if she dared to shake her head.
Yao Ranran nodded: "I believe it."
Then silently dug out the roots of the toad grass.
Nie Rong: "..."
"Ahem, don't look at me like this, I'm the true Lord of Nascent Soul! The elder of Zhongzhou Wuxiang Sect!" Nie Rong straightened his body and said proudly.
"Elder of Zhongzhou Wuxiang Sect?!" Xiaorong and Jiang Shengxiang opened their mouths.
Nie Rong's eyebrows were filled with pride: "Yes, I am Nie Rong, the elder of the first Wuxiang Sect in Zhongzhou!"
"Nie Rong?!" Xiaorong and Jiang Shengxiang were shocked.
Nie Rong?
Yao Ranran hesitated and almost dug out the root system of a toad grass.
Nie Rong obviously saw her subtle movements, and there was an arrogant pride on his brows.
"How do you prove that you are Nie Rong, the elder of Zhongzhou Wuxiang Sect?" Jiang Shengxiang took a step forward and asked solemnly, stroking his beard.
Nie Rong spread his hands, full of confidence: "I was attacked by a dog thief earlier and was seriously injured. My cultivation level dropped to the twelfth level of Qi training. But my strong body is comparable to the late stage of foundation building. I want to prove my strength.
, as long as you give me a slap in the face, you can confirm the authenticity!"
"A half-disabled monk can still maintain a body that far exceeds his own cultivation level. How can a layman do this?"
Jiang Shengxiang and Xiaorong looked at each other, both of them had some thoughts that were about to move.
"But... if you take action, little friend Ran Ran will have to worship me as your teacher!"
Nie Rong's eyes swept over them wantonly.
Yao Ranran finally finished picking the last toad grass.
"What if you can't bear our palms?" Xiaorong asked curiously.
Nie Rong smiled disdainfully: "Then I will take one of you as my teacher!"
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