Hongge is a little troubled. She practices training entirely to transfer knowledge to Blue Star. In fact, the best way is to develop in an all-round way without any choice. Only in this way can she gain access to more knowledge and then transfer it back to Blue Star, but it is obvious that the pill formation She was not allowed to do so afterwards.
"It's still early for you to make pills, you can think about it slowly." The junior uncle didn't rush her, he just smiled gently and opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly paused, his face turned pale for a moment, and then he said, "Why don't you go back today? , tell me when you have the direction you want to cultivate." After saying that, he stood up directly.
"Ah?" Hongge was stunned for a moment, but she thought she still wanted to report this to Lanxing, so she didn't refuse. She put the exercises that her junior uncle had copied for her into her storage bag before she stood up and said, "Okay, then I'll Come back tomorrow.”
"Yes." Chen Yue took her all the way to the stairs. He didn't turn around until he watched her go downstairs and walk out of the library.
The next moment, an uncontrollable cough overflowed. His originally gentle face turned red from coughing, and his lips began to turn white. He took out a pill and swallowed it, but he still couldn't suppress the backlash in his chest, and his expression became increasingly pale.
He made a magic trick and pressed it down forcefully. He was about to turn around and pour a glass of water. As soon as he turned around, he bumped into someone who was leaving and returning. He was stunned and said, "Hongge..."
Hongge suddenly burst into anger, she was more angry than ever before, she strode over and shouted, "What kind of beautiful, strong and miserable persona are you trying to play for me? Why are you hurt?" Why don’t you say anything?”
He was stunned, and knowing that he could no longer hide it, he could only reply softly, "It doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter." Hong Ge was really furious. If she hadn't suddenly felt something was wrong, after all, the junior uncle had never asked her to leave early, so he came back to take a look, otherwise he wouldn't have known that he wanted to hide and lick his wounds alone. Then, "It's like this and you still say it's okay. Can you stop being so considerate and gentle? What's going on?"
"It's really okay." He still smiled at her habitually and said, "It's just a normal backlash from the technique. It will be fine after a while."
"The skill backfires..." Hong Ge was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of something, "Is it because of the Frost Sword? It was originally your natal magic weapon, but it was taken away by Lu Chenguang!" She should have thought of it a long time ago! , the natal weapon is connected to the divine consciousness, and if you want to abandon it, you must cut off the connection.
groove!
She turned to leave.
"Hongge, where are you going?" The junior uncle grabbed her hand.
"Find the little sack to settle the score and get the sword back!" If I had known, she should have beaten her harder in the first place.
"Don't be impulsive!" He pulled her back directly and sighed, "I took the initiative to give the sword, and it has nothing to do with others. Besides... I had planned to change to other techniques, and sooner or later this would happen. Once."
"Why?" Hongge didn't understand. A sword cultivator's sword is equivalent to a beast cultivator's natal spirit beast. Even if it is his master's order, there is no need to sacrifice like this. "Your bullshit master is too inhumane and partial. Don’t bring this!” This is simply ruining his path.
"Don't talk nonsense." Seeing that she still looked angry, the young master uncle was afraid that she would do something impulsively, so he said, "The matter between Master and I is not what you think. Now it is still Taking this sword can be regarded as a conclusion, which is not a bad thing."
"What do you mean?" Hong Ge also calmed down and looked at him doubtfully. After thinking about what happened before, he found that the sword was indeed given out by his junior uncle on his own initiative.
But he sighed, pulled her to sit next to him, and then explained in a deep voice, "I should have told you these things a long time ago, but I never found the right opportunity. In fact, although there is no relationship between me and Zhijianfeng, He once had the title of master and apprentice, but he is not really a master and apprentice, so it is natural for him to take back the Frost Sword."
"Why?" Hongge didn't understand.
Chen Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she remembered something long ago, and she slowly explained after a while, "I joined the Xuantian Sect when I was eight years old. I did take the master's name at that time, and the Frost Sword also It was given by the master at that time, but he was at the critical moment of being promoted to become a god. The day after he accepted me as a disciple, he went into seclusion to achieve a breakthrough."
"Retreat?!" Hong Ge's eyes widened in shock. You must know that the higher the cultivation level, the longer the retreat time in the world of immortality. Especially for people who have been promoted to a large realm like this, it can take dozens or even hundreds of years. Yes, what kind of disciples are there to be accepted in seclusion? Isn’t this just free rein?
"What about your practice?" Don't mislead others like this.
"Before I built the foundation, I practiced with the inner sect disciples of the sect." Some elders of the inner sect would preach regularly. He had no one to look after him, so he often went to various peaks to learn with others. "Later, Master Xiguang experienced After returning, he took me there and formally taught me the art of sword cultivation."
"Uncle Xiguang?" How come she has never heard of this Taoist name? Is there such a person in the sect?
"Uncle Xiguang is the eldest disciple of the former sect master, and the senior brother of the master and the leader." He explained softly, as if thinking of the past, his smile deepened, "Uncle Xiguang has a free and easy personality, and is upright. Knowing that I had no one to look after me, he taught me the techniques on behalf of his master and taught me the way of swordsmanship with all his money." However, Master Xiguang was not his master after all, so it was not easy for him to help him choose the method of cultivation, so he He kept suppressing his cultivation, and it took him twenty years to form an elixir.
"It's just that none of us expected that Master would be in seclusion for forty years. So although I was once a disciple of Jianjian Peak, my sword skills and cultivation were all taught by Uncle Xiguang."
"So..." Hongge finally understood, "Actually, your real master is not the sword-wielding elder, but that uncle Xiguang?"
"..." Junior Junior Uncle did not answer, but it was obvious that Senior Uncle Xiguang was more like a master to him.
"What happened next?" If that uncle was so good, how could he be in such an embarrassing position in the sect?
"Later..." He sighed, and then continued with a serious expression, "Later, some accidents happened, and Master Xiguang disappeared. I also went out to look for his traces, but there was no news. After that, Master came out Guan, I will... arrive at the Library Pavilion."
He summed up everything that had happened in a few words, but there was still some regret and sadness in his words.
Hongge also understood why his master and he had such a relationship. Presumably at the beginning, the so-called sword-wielding elder really wanted to accept a disciple, but for the sake of his own cultivation, he ignored it after accepting it.
As a result, after decades of confinement, he suddenly discovered that his apprentice had become a talented person, but it was none of his business to educate him. So he felt that someone else had taken advantage of him, and he was mentally unbalanced. He simply accepted another one with better qualifications, wanting to prove himself. ?
Who is this?
Sure enough, he was someone who could teach a disciple like Little Sack. Suddenly he felt a little lucky. Fortunately, he was not the one who taught the little uncle.
