At a quarter past nine, Lu Cheng boarded the plane and sat in the last row.
Only a few minutes later, he suddenly saw Lin Qiuhong and her mother Zhang Ruixue entering the cabin door, walking into the cabin, and sitting in the front row.
This is a domestically made small plane with only 78 seats. If they look back, they can see Lu Cheng at a glance.
At this time, Lu Cheng was gradually changing his appearance, returning to his original appearance from Lu You.
But Zhang Ruixue did not look back. For ordinary passengers, they only pay attention to the people nearby. Who would be bored and see everyone clearly?
After Zhang Ruixue sat down, she chatted quietly with Lin Qiuhong.
"Daughter, I left Beijing a few days ago and didn't care much about you. Don't blame me."
"Mom, I have grown up. Please spend more time with your father when you have time."
"You are only 11 years old, still a child."
"Mom, I'm not a child anymore."
"When will the summer vacation be held?"
"By mid-August."
Lu Cheng's ears are extremely keen. Not to mention such a small cabin, he can hear clearly even from hundreds of miles away.
He heard Zhang Ruixue ask softly: "How many students are there in the Ancient Martial Arts Academy?"
Lin Qiuhong replied crisply: "We recruit 500 people every year. This is the second term, with a total of 1,000 people."
Zhang Ruixue asked again: "I heard that there is a total score ranking. At the end of this semester, where will you be?"
Lin Qiuhong chuckled and said, "180th. Much better than my second brother, who is ranked 350th."
"Huh? Zhijian is three years older than you, but his grades are not as good as yours? What's going on? What is the content of the exam?"
"The content of the final exam includes strength, speed, endurance, martial arts routines and actual combat."
"As far as I know, among the 500 students recruited every year, there are 380 formal students and the remaining 120 are non-staff. Logically speaking, it is not too bad for a non-staff like Zhijian to be ranked 350. Poor, but this result is not enough for our Lin family. Hey, I'll call your dad and find a personal trainer for Zhijian during the summer vacation!"
Then came the chattering voice of Zhang Ruixue on the phone.
After a while, the cabin door closed and it was ready to take off.
Zhang Ruixue put away her phone and continued talking to her daughter: "It's a pity when you think about it. It would be great if your master accepted Zhijian as a disciple and I would send you two to study together."
Lin Qiuhong smiled and said: "My master does not accept disciples easily, let alone male disciples. Mom, don't think about such good things."
"I really want to know, what did your master teach you?"
"I can't say that this is the secret technique of the master. I am young and have only learned a few basic techniques."
"Who are the top students in the Ancient Martial Arts Academy?"
"Most of them are elites from various sects, such as Shi Jiulong from the Shaolin Temple, Li Xianyun from the Wudang Sect, Zhang Dan from the Qingcheng Sect, Guo Yu from the Emei Sect, Wang Hongpeng from the Xingyi Sect, Jin Tianying from the Eagle Claw Sect, and Zhuifeng Tai Chi. Guan Qingfeng of the sect... These people have a vice-dean as their backer. They have been carefully trained since they were five or six years old, and they have worked hard for seven or eight years, so they can stand out..."
"Although our Lin family is a famous family in Shangjing, we only have some status in the world. After all, we are not a cultivation family or a martial arts sect. We lack the means to train young people and are incomparable with the eight major sects."
Because there were other passengers nearby, some words could not be said. Zhang Ruixue thought of what the old man of the Lin family said at home. As long as the recovery of spiritual energy continues, the power of cultivators will become higher and higher, and the distance from the world will become further and further away. People will gradually get rid of the control of the law, and some powerful forces will appear in Middle-earth. This is a major change that has not been seen in a thousand years! If the Lin family wants to maintain their status as a famous family, they must have their own cultivator!
Two hours later, the plane landed at Qinghai Lake Airport.
Zhang Ruixue and Lin Qiuhong got off the plane first, and Lu Cheng stayed behind among all the passengers. At this time, he had returned to his original appearance.
When we walked out of the airport, Luo Ji's car was waiting.
Lin Qiuhong saw Lu Cheng first and shouted in surprise
Said: "Master!"
Zhang Ruixue turned around and saw him, and quickly said hello: "Mr. Lu, you are here too."
Lu Cheng smiled slightly and said, "Yeah, it just happened." He wouldn't say that he came on the same plane, otherwise it would be easy to reveal that he was Lu You. Because of the real-name system for air tickets, you can find out with just one check. He was doing a complete show, and he had the passport of a tourist on his body.
The three of them got in the car, and Luo Ji drove back to Wurou Villa.
After returning to the villa, Mei Lingshang came forward to arrange for Lin Qiuhong and Zhang Ruixue to stay. She is Lin Qiuhong's senior sister. She is born at the second level. She is more than enough to teach basic skills.
Jiang Qiuyun looked at Lu Cheng with mixed joy and anger, and said, "Okay, you are finally willing to come back!"
Lu Cheng apologized and said, "I'm sorry, madam, for making you worry and miss me."
Jiang Qiuyun said: "Just come back. No matter how hard you are outside, don't forget your wife and children at home."
"Yes, ma'am."
That night, Lu Cheng used the rotating incense burner to lock the evil god fragments, opened a small gap in the heavenly orifice above his head, and let Jiang Qiuyun's soul in.
Jiang Qiuyun saw an extremely huge incense burner, flying in the air and spinning constantly, covering hundreds of souls, each soul was about a mile high. Those souls all had noses, eyes, arms, and legs. They were like tangible gods, grinning and gnashing their teeth at her!
She was both shocked and relieved. At least what Lu Cheng said was true and there was no fabricated reason to stay outside. If a couple cheats and deceives without even the last bit of trust, she will feel very sad.
"A Cheng, how can I help you?"
"These souls are trying to merge with each other every moment. In order to prevent them from merging together, it consumes too much of my energy. Help me watch them and use this golden sword to split the fused souls apart. Don't let them They become huge."
"good."
Jiang Qiuyun's soul was 230 miles high. In her eyes, these one-mile-high souls looked so small, but she did not dare to take them lightly, so she took the golden sword and slashed at them.
After slashing several times in succession, she found that the golden sword fell on them and failed to chop them into pieces.
"A Cheng, no! I can't split it!"
"These Yuanshen are already the smallest units. At its core there is a fragment of the Chi You Banner with very complex talismans on it. It is precisely because of the existence of the talismans that they cannot continue cutting. Only the fused Yuanshen can When it comes to splitting, those souls are relatively tall, so just pick a taller soul and chop."
Lu Cheng grabbed a soul and swallowed it, and concentrated on activating the flames to refine it.
As he withdrew his consciousness, the incense burner stopped rotating, fell from the air, and returned to the bottom of the two spiritual trees.
After pausing for a moment, Jiang Qiuyun saw those souls beginning to merge in twos. She hurriedly waved her golden sword to split them apart. However, within two hours, they began to approach each other again.
She roughly counted and found that there were still 720 souls left. The fusion was random, the time was not fixed, the order was not clear, and the mechanism was unclear. When one was split, another one popped up, and the gourd was pushed down and scooped up! This is a job that tests your patience.
She could imagine the difficulties Lu Cheng encountered. A person had to refine the souls and prevent them from merging. Every one or two hours, he had to slash with his sword, and the rest of the time, he had to control the flames to refine and swallow them. With his consciousness so low, he doesn't even have time to sleep, so how can he still have the energy to fall in love with a woman?
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