Chapter 3 I don’t like him! Xu Fu hugged this white ball…
Xu Fu held the white ball in his arms and cuddled with it for quite a while.
The little white dumpling is not only cute, but also allows people to touch and kiss him. No matter if his ears are flicked, his belly is touched with his paws, or even his mouth is pinched, he has no intention of resisting. On the contrary, he makes purring sounds with great enjoyment.
Such a well-behaved and beautiful puppy made Xu Fu almost forget that this was a world of cultivating immortals.
And he may well be a human being.
"Who is the cutest puppy in the world?" Xu Fu couldn't help but tease the little white dumpling the same way he teased dogs in his previous life.
The little white ball raised his head proudly, showing off his furry body and cute little face: "Woof (Of course it's me)!"
The man and the dog look very harmonious.
On the other side, Ling Fuyao hugged her chest and fell into deep thought.
Although the little white ball in Xu Fu's arms looked well-behaved and sweet, Ling Fuyao knew that this little dog was definitely not a kind one.
On the contrary, Mo Beixing is arrogant, conceited, fierce, and particularly fragile and likes to play tricks on people.
What's more, this is the vicious dog's annual dementia, and its viciousness has reached a new level.
Ling Fuyao initially prevented Xu Fu from contacting Mo Beixing because she was afraid that this pretty little dog, who was originally used by her to lure Xu Fu into becoming her disciple, would suddenly turn against her, reveal his evil inner self, and beat Xu Fu up.
It's so weird, so strange!
Ling Fuyao couldn't help but think inwardly.
He didn't even bite the kid in front of him.
Did Mo Beixing change his character? Under her gentle teachings, he decided to turn over a new leaf and become a good dog?
But soon, Ling Fuyao denied his idea.
This dog was grinding his teeth on his own magical weapon a few days ago!
What ability does this little kid in front of him have that he can subdue this little bully and make him pretend to be a good kid?
Ling Fuyao frowned and thought seriously.
Is it because this kid is his junior apprentice? Is Mo Beixing ready to show some love to his junior apprentice?
But after thinking about it, Ling Fuyao felt that it was unlikely.
She would accept a disciple every fifty years, and she had never seen Mo Beixing act like a senior brother before.
In the end, Ling Fuyao could only attribute it to the fact that this man and this dog fell in love at first sight, and developed a touching relationship across species.
This is really a deformed love.
Ling Fuyao couldn't help but think.
"Alright, alright." In order to prevent his new disciple from losing his ambition by playing with the dog, Ling Fuyao reached out his hand and forcefully pulled the little white ball out of Xu Fu's arms: "Xu Fu, your task now is to practice well! Only after you have practiced well can you touch the dog!"
"Master..." Xu Fu looked at Ling Fuyao and wanted to fight for it again.
Ling Fuyao shook his head seriously: "No, no! Xu Fu, you haven't built your foundation yet, you are already behind, how can you still be distracted by playing around?! As my apprentice, you must have ambition!"
Xu Fu now has no ambition, he just wants to touch and suck the dog.
"Woof..." The little white dog looked at Ling Fuyao pitifully, with its beautiful fluffy tail drooping down, as if it was reluctant to leave.
Ling Fuyao's heart was struck.
Oh no, how could she say no to such a cute puppy?
"Woof..." The puppy's small eyes became misty and it looked like it was about to cry at any time.
Ling Fuyao was completely defeated.
No one can resist a little white ball acting cute.
Even though everyone knew that this white ball was a little bad boy, no one could refuse him.
So, she took a step back, held her forehead, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I am not such a heartless person...Xu Fu, you should practice well! If you practice well, I will allow you to play with Beixing every seven days...No, Beixing will guide you to practice for one day."
After saying this, she was afraid that she would regret it and further give up her bottom line. She picked up the little white dog, closed her eyes, and disappeared in front of Xu Fu.
Before she left completely, Xu Fu saw the little white dog trying to stretch out its claws towards him.
.......
Since the departure of Little White Tuanzi was a fact, Xu Fu could only put aside his longing for the little white dog and start practicing.
After all, only if he has practiced well can he get the chance to touch the dog.
So, Xu Fu simply sat down cross-legged, picked up the secret book left to him by Ling Fuyao, and began to read it carefully.
This is a book on the most basic cultivation method. It has neither moves nor spells. It only teaches disciples how to absorb spiritual energy most efficiently.
Aura is the premise and foundation of all cultivation.
Ling Fuyao was right. Although Xu Fu was very talented, he had hardly practiced in this body before. Even now, he was only at the Qi training stage, which was barely the entry level.
Most of the young men from noble families who traveled with him had already reached the ninth stage of Qi training or even the great perfection. Among them, Xia Qingxue, who had the best talent, had even reached the middle stage of foundation building.
The reason why Xu Fu was able to walk up those 100,000 steps was purely because the steps did not test the subject's physical strength, but the subject's mentality.
Practicing Taoism is inherently against the will of heaven. Without sufficient character and perseverance, no matter how talented one is, it is almost impossible to achieve any results. One may even go astray or become possessed because of one's character.
However, Xu Fu was not discouraged. After all, he had already taken the master as his master, and the resources he enjoyed should be the best.
Although the concepts of absorbing spiritual power and luck were somewhat abstract to Xu Fu, his body seemed to instinctively know how to do it.
So, when Xu Fu swallowed the pill given to him by Ling Fuyao and relaxed his body, the abundant spiritual energy around him quickly surrounded him and rushed to his dantian.
The elixir is the best elixir, and the secret realm is also a secret realm with extremely abundant spiritual energy.
Ling Fuyao is indeed very good to his disciples.
Xu Fu felt that his body was like a sponge. Together with the elixir in his body, he madly and domineeringly plundered the surrounding spiritual energy. Purple lightning struck the metal, making thunderous sounds and bursting out white flames.
Qi training stage 2, Qi training stage 3, Qi training stage 4...
If we say that the body of a cultivator is a container for storing spiritual energy, then the breakthrough is to continuously expand it.
From spoons to small bowls, to buckets and water tanks.
There was no pause or hindrance along the way. Xu Fu continued to absorb spiritual energy. When he reached the critical point, he broke through directly and continued to absorb spiritual energy, repeating this process over and over again.
He climbed all the way to the eighth level of Qi training before he finally stopped.
But later on, Xu Fu also felt a little constrained.
It’s not that he doesn’t have enough spiritual power or that the elixir is bad, but he just can’t reach the ninth level of Qi training.
No matter how hard he tried to absorb spiritual energy, the two spiritual roots in his body would consume it, making it impossible for him to move forward any further.
"Alright, alright." Ling Fuyao's voice suddenly rang out from the void: "Don't absorb any more spiritual energy. You can't become fat in one bite. Rest for a few days first, digest the spiritual energy, and then strive for the ninth level."
As soon as he finished speaking, things around Xu Fu suddenly changed, and then he appeared in a seemingly ordinary small bedroom.
Although this bedroom is small, the bed is made of thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood that contains powerful thunder elements. People with thunder spiritual roots will see their cultivation level increase crazily just by lying on it.
I have to say that Ling Fuyao is indeed a generous master.
Thinking of this, Xu Fu couldn't help but think of the book again.
There was no description of Ling Fuyao, and naturally no description of her disciple, Mo Beixing.
At the beginning of the story, I was already following the villain known as Po Tianjun.
What's worse is that the main content of the book is basically all kinds of indescribable things and love affairs, and the so-called background is just to highlight the power of those big guys and their favor for the protagonist.
Xu Fu didn't even know what happened to Mo Beixing and Ling Fuyao.
But there was not much use in thinking about it now, so Xu Fu calmed himself down and decided to practice well first.
The time point he traveled through was too early, at least five hundred years before the main story took place, and the protagonist was not yet born. As for the protagonist's bosses, they had nothing to do with him for the time being.
No matter what, it's always a good idea to become stronger.
Thinking of this, Xu Fu lay on the bed and continued to practice in his dream.
Puppies... cute puppies.
Thinking of the appearance of that white ball, a perverted smile appeared on the handsome boy's face.
.......
Xu Fu was not quite sure what level of cultivation Ling Fuyao meant.
But after the first seven days, he still hadn't seen the little white dumpling.
So Xu Fu directly crushed the sound transmission note and asked Ling Fuyao.
But he didn't expect that Ling Fuyao was stunned for a while before answering: "Well... your Senior Brother Beixing is practicing recently, maybe later."
Xu Fu felt that Ling Fuyao was just promising him something.
But he did not ask any more questions. He just continued to digest the spiritual energy silently, preparing to impact the ninth level.
In fact, Ling Fuyao didn't want to make any promises to Xu Fu.
But there was something really wrong with that white ball.
The white ball regained consciousness the night she took him away.
Moreover, it has turned from a good little dog into a bad dog.
“Woof woof woof woof woof woof (Why would I do that to that guy? There must be some conspiracy!)!” the white ball made a sharp explosion.
Ling Fuyao held Mo Beixing in her arms helplessly and stroked his head: "How should I know? If I wasn't so powerful, I would have thought you were possessed by a ghost. You are so obedient to a brat."
Mo Beixing thought about how he had kissed and hugged a hateful human boy, and even let him touch his belly and tail, and tears of shame and anger fell down his cheeks: "Asshole! Idiot! It must be a damned magic!"
"There is no magic, you are just like that." Ling Fuyao couldn't help but grab Mo Beixing's ears and rub them: "You are so obedient."
"Don't say any more! Master!" Mo Beixing cried even louder: "I'm not a good dog! I'm going to bite that idiot to death!"
"Don't bite!" Ling Fuyao stuffed a pill into Mo Beixing's mouth and asked curiously: "Little Beixing, do you like him very much? Come, ask your heart, your heart..."
"I don't like him! Not at all! I hate him!" Mo Beixing's fur completely exploded, and he looked like a giant dandelion, looking like a very evil puppy.
"Okay, okay, I don't like it or not."
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