She sighed, slowly closed her eyes, and sat there waiting for death.
However, after waiting for a moment, this seemingly powerful punch never arrived. Ran Sujuan couldn't help but open her eyes and look forward curiously.
She was shocked to find that the menacing "Seven Star Pavilion" master was already lying on the ground, motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
And out of nowhere, a white figure appeared in front of him.
"You, you are..."
With a delicate face, a smiling expression, and a white coarse shirt, the person in front of her looked so familiar that her heart trembled, her eyes turned slightly red involuntarily, and she almost shed tears.
"Sister Ran, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are still so radiant."
Zhong Wen waved to her and greeted her with a smile, "I heard from Sister Ning that you were missing, which made me worried for a while."
"You, you, I..."
The young man's smile was still so warm and sunny, but Ran Sujuan's heart was full of mixed emotions. She felt inexplicably painful, and for a moment she was a little incoherent and didn't know how to answer.
"Master, you are finally here!"
Before she could calm down, a figure suddenly jumped out from the side. As fast as lightning, he threw himself next to Zhong Wen with a "plop". He hugged his thigh and started rubbing his nose and tears.
It was Wang Tiechui who admired Zhong Wen the most among the five Luohe geniuses.
Feeling the wetness on his calves, Zhijiao Zhong Wen's face turned black and he wanted to kick him out.
Before he could get angry, the other four figures followed suit and rushed forward, dividing his thighs completely.
Hey, that’s all.
What do you care about with these five idiots?
Anyway, the golden silk silk armor was also destroyed by thunder. An ordinary coat will get dirty if it gets dirty.
Seeing the five people huddled together on the ground, like piglets squeezing in a sow's arms for milk, Zhong Wen didn't know why, but most of the anger in his heart suddenly vented, and he could only shake his head with a wry smile.
"Are you their master?"
Seeing five young people in their twenties crying on the lap of a young man, full of attachment, Ran Sujuan couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and her mind couldn't turn around for a while, and even the previous sentimentality faded a bit.
"Hey, I don't want to accept a disciple either." Zhong Wen shrugged and spread his hands helplessly, "But for some reason, these guys have become dependent on me and can't get rid of them."
Looking at the innocent and helpless expression on his face, Ran Sujuan suddenly wanted to laugh.
What am I sad about?
Looking into her heart, she suddenly realized that the throbbing she once felt towards Zhong Wen had long since faded away with time, and the sadness she felt just now was just a fragment of her remaining thoughts.
To her now, Zhong Wen is just an acquaintance whom she has crossed paths with before.
"I've met the gods." After the five of them had almost finished crying, Shi Xiaolong stepped forward and bowed to Zhong Wen respectfully.
"Little guy, you really kept your promise and accompanied these idiots all the way." Zhong Wen glanced at him and said in an old-fashioned way, "Not bad, very good."
"The five senior brothers are very powerful, and the juniors will benefit a lot from following them." Shi Xiaolong's attitude was very humble, "The God of Teaching knows that the juniors have already understood the unique skills you taught."
"Secret skill? What secret skill?" Zhong Wen looked confused.
"It's the Nine Immortal Swords." Shi Xiaolong answered truthfully, "It wasn't until I was in a desperate situation that the junior knew that the senior had deliberately hidden it in the Nine Styles of the Iron Sword, waiting for the junior to realize it on his own. Unfortunately, the junior's spirit My strength is not enough, I can only use one move now..."
The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he talked endlessly about his understanding of the Holy Spirit Sword Skills. His words were filled with admiration and gratitude for the "gods".
Damn it!
Forget about this!
Zhong Wen suddenly smacked his head and suddenly realized it. Then he remembered that he had a bad taste and put on a blabbering posture, but he instilled the bronze spiritual skills into the innocent young man in front of him.
As a result, this rubbish swordsmanship was "surprised or not" selected, and Xianyu turned around and stepped into the Holy Spirit level in one step, becoming one of the top spiritual skills in the world.
Damn... Isn't this a protagonist template again?
Seeing Shi Xiaolong's lips opening and closing rapidly, and his eyes gleaming with excitement, Zhong Wen felt extremely ashamed, but also couldn't help but secretly speculate on the other person's magical fate.
"...The gods not only saved my life and gave me cultivation, but also taught me sword skills that are unparalleled in the world."
Speaking of the emotional moment, Shi Xiaolong's eyes filled with tears, and he knelt down in front of Zhong Wen with a plop, and kowtowed to him three times, "Although I will never be able to repay this kind of kindness, I still hope that the gods will accept the younger generation." As a disciple, Xiaolong will spend the rest of his life honoring you."
"This..." Zhong Wen looked awkward and embarrassed.
"The gods and juniors are already masters and disciples." Shi Xiaolong thought he was hesitating, and kowtowed a few more times, "Xiaolong knows that his talent is dull and he is not worthy of joining the sect of the immortals. No matter whether the gods agree or not, in Xiaolong's heart, you are He is my reincarnation mentor.”
As a result, Zhong Wen was even more ashamed. He scratched his head in shame and stayed for a long time before finally sighing and pretending to be calm and said: "You are right, that Nine Styles of the Iron Sword is exactly what this immortal meant to you." It was a test, and I didn’t expect that I could comprehend it in such a short period of time. It seems that your talent is very good, and you are qualified to be included on the wall of this fairy."
"God, have you agreed?" Shi Xiaolong suddenly raised his head and looked at him excitedly.
"I accepted these fools by mistake." Zhong Wen recalled "On the Self-cultivation of Actors" in his mind, with an unfathomable smile on his face, "Other than that, I have no other choice. Disciple, since you are so sincere, just come in behind them!"
"Xiaolong pays homage to the master!"
Happiness came so suddenly that Shi Xiaolong almost fainted. He finally calmed down and knocked Zhong Wen respectfully "dong dong dong" again.
"Your five senior brothers are all a bit confused." Zhong Wen smiled, helped him up, and warned him earnestly, "I will need you to worry more about me in the future."
"Disciple, I obey." Shi Xiaolong stood up, so excited that he didn't know where to place his hands.
Which show is this from?
Seeing two young men of about the same age in front of her, one calling "Master" and the other "Child", Ran Sujuan's lips slightly parted, her face full of astonishment, she just felt confused and had no idea what they were talking about.
However, the two authorities did not feel embarrassed at all. They only heard Zhong Wen say in an elder's tone: "Since you have joined my sect, I will cultivate you carefully as a teacher and teach you everything you have. If there is anything wrong with your practice in the future, If you understand, just come to Qingfeng Mountain to find me."
"Master, I have something to ask you." Shi Xiaolong's heart moved and he asked quickly, "Although these Nine Swords of the Immortal Spirit are infinitely mysterious, if the disciple only uses the first move, the spiritual power in his body will be completely exhausted and he will be unable to continue fighting. , I don’t know what to do?”
"Oh? What's the level of the technique you practice?" Zhong Wen asked casually.
"Master, what this disciple practices is the Bajimen Zhensect Kung Fu." Shi Xiaolong answered truthfully, "The silver-level Baji Ruyi Kung Fu."
"Well, well, it's not bad...wait, what?" Zhong Wen nodded his head and suddenly froze, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Silver?"
Practicing silver skills and bronze spiritual skills?
What a poor baby!
These past ten years have been really hard on you!
The eyes he looked at Shi Xiaolong were full of sympathy and pity, without realizing that this was actually the normal state of secular cultivation sects.
For ordinary forces, if a gold-level martial arts and spiritual skills were occasionally left outside, it would definitely lead to a rush of looting, and countless practitioners would be beaten to death.
"Yes, I made Master laugh." Shi Xiaolong looked ashamed, "There is no gold-level technique in the Baji Sect where the disciple is."
In his heart, gold level is already the most incredible skill.
"From now on, you just practice this!" Zhong Wen flashed and lightly brushed over his head at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.
Shi Xiaolong felt countless words and patterns pouring into his brain instantly, and a mysterious skill called "Fengqi Wutong Heart Technique" appeared inexplicably before his eyes.
This technique was learned by Zhong Wen from the "Ten Thousand Swords Sect", one of the great super sects in ancient times. It is also one of the most top techniques. It has been favored by many elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and has a silver level. Compared with the Eight Extremes of Ruyi Gong, it is like heaven and earth, and it cannot be calculated at all.
"This this……"
Even though he had experienced the initiation of the "Nine Styles of Iron Sword", Shi Xiaolong was still extremely shocked by Zhong Wen's mysterious and mysterious method of teaching.
"Take these pills. This one can treat your injuries. The other two pills only need to be taken once. The other two pills need to be taken once in the morning, noon and evening, two pills each time..."
Immediately afterwards, Zhong Wen took out a lot of pills and stuffed them into Shi Xiaolong's hand, just like a doctor giving instructions to a patient.
"Did you forget something?"
Just when the scene was immersed in the warm atmosphere of master-disciple friendship, a harsh voice suddenly came to mind.
Zhong Wen turned his head and realized that the person who spoke was one of the several "Seven Star Pavilion" masters who came after Ran Sujuan and others.
During the whole process of Zhong Wen recruiting disciples, these pursuers had been watching with cold eyes, but no one ever thought of their existence.
This person looked at Zhong Wen and others with a hint of grievance, as if he was a daughter-in-law who had been neglected by her husband.
