She looked at the old man and said seriously: "Old man, I was not thoughtful enough. I did learn this Misty Step unintentionally. It has nothing to do with Fang Yuyu."
It is impossible to have your internal strength wasted. She said, "Don't worry, old man. I won't tell anyone about this Misty Step, and I won't use it again. As long as your internal strength is not wasted, I am willing to compensate you."
"You said no, no? You said compensation, compensation? What do you think Xuantian Sect is?"
Xuanzhen was angry, but at the same time he felt love for her.
The little girl is still very young, but she is already a leader if she can master the Piao Miao Step. In a few more years, she will surely become a master.
It's a pity that this good seedling is not a disciple of Xuantian Sect.
The old man's eyes flashed, and suddenly his hands flew up and turned into sharp claws to grab.
Song Jinxiu's heart trembled, and then she shot out.
The old man stood up and flew out of the pavilion.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen moves had already passed between the two gardens.
Su Chuan was a little slow in responding, secretly hating herself for not being skilled enough. She gritted her teeth and joined the battle.
When Song Jinxiu saw this, she quickly stopped her and said, "Back off."
This kid's martial arts skills are not weak, but he is no match for the old man.
The old man has deep internal strength, and his spiritual power is not weak either. If the two of them fight to the extreme, Su Chuan will suffer as well.
Su Chuan was so anxious that he wanted to cry.
She was sent by the master to protect the young lady, but now she can't even help.
Xuanzhen's heart was like a raging storm.
Just now he and the little girl faced each other with palms. The little girl's palms were so cold that even his own palms were instantly covered with frost.
Ice Palm?
When he was in doubt, the little girl attacked him with a palm, and he felt as if he was burned by fire.
Flame Palm?
How is that possible?
How could the Ice Palm and the Flame Palm coexist on the same person?
Song Jinxiu also felt that her body had changed.
The old man had extraordinary internal strength, and she also circulated her own spiritual energy to the extreme.
At this moment, she felt alternating hot and cold in her Dantian, and even felt a sense of expansion.
At the same time, the spiritual energy also alternated between cold and hot, making her very uncomfortable.
"Huh? You actually activated your ice spirit root?"
The voice of treasure-hunting rat Junjun came.
"Don't stop, torture him. This old man actually made your spiritual roots surge. Quick, torture him."
Therefore, Xuanzhen was in great pain.
He wanted to stop, but the little girl chased him and beat him.
Although he could handle it, it was embarrassing for him, an old ancestor of Xuantian Sect, to fight with a teenage girl!
When you meet a worthy opponent, you sweat profusely.
Song Jinxiu had a great time fighting and gained a lot from it.
The Xuanbing Jue breaks through the first level and enters the second level of ice and fire.
Xuanzhen's clothes were torn, his hair was messy, and even his beard had been pulled out by the little girl.
His face was livid, and he looked at Song Jinxiu with dissatisfaction, "Just wait."
"Hey! Senior." Song Jinxiu wanted to stop him, but the old man snorted coldly and climbed over the wall and left.
Song Jinxiu frowned. The old man was angry. It would be difficult for her to learn Piaomiao Step.
Xuanzhen went into the room depressed and washed up again.
Yes, he lived next door and happened to be a neighbor of the newcomer Song Jinxiu.
Xuanzhen went to the main room and said angrily, "Uncle Master, you are bullying me."
Song Jinxiu would never have thought that Xuanzhen, a Taoist with an immortal temperament, would be the one who went to his parents to complain after being wronged.
Feng Xian took a sip of tea and counted on his fingers: "My closed-door disciple, she is your junior sister, it is normal for her to bully you."
Xuanzhen: No way?
I came here to complain. He has a crush on that girl. Uncle, are you trying to snatch my disciple from me?
Song Jinxiu was sweating all over. She washed up and just walked out of the room, frowning.
A man came into the yard silently. She didn't even know!
Feng Yu sat in the courtyard and drank a sip of tea. Then he waved to Song Jinxiu,
"Disciple, come and become my disciple."
Song Jinxiu narrowed her eyes. This man's martial arts skills were unfathomable. She was no match for him.
"May I ask, Senior, who is...?"
"Feng Yu, the Grand Elder of Xuantian Sect."
Song Jinxiu was stunned. At this moment, a dissatisfied snort was heard.
"Humph, if the little girl doesn't want to, you can also become my disciple."
Song Jinxiu took a look at Xuanzhen who was sitting on the wall.
It seems that this is the solution to her stealing the Piaomiao Step?
Either become a disciple or give up your inner strength?
Being forced to become a disciple, Song Jinxiu felt a little uncomfortable.
Feng Yu seemed to see through her thoughts and said with a smile: "You are destined to be a master and a disciple. You have been waiting here for ten years, waiting for your disciple to come.
Don't worry, if you don't want to, I won't pursue it. Just treat it as our fate. ”
Song Jinxiu thought for a moment and asked, "As your younger brother, what do I need to do?"
Feng Yu looked at her and said seriously, "Do whatever you want to do. It's up to you."
No requirements?
Song Jinxiu no longer hesitated, poured the tea herself, knelt on one knee, raised the tea over her head, and said respectfully: "Disciple Song Jinxiu, please have some tea, Master."
"Okay, okay."
Feng Yu drank the tea in his cup in one gulp and said, "Stand up and meet your senior brother."
Song Jinxiu glanced at Xuanzhen. This old man had white hair and must be in his seventies or eighties.
Then look at your master. A head of black hair, at most 눁 ten.
Feng Yu smiled and said, "I am ten years old. Your senior brother is seventy-eight. He entered the sect earlier. Although he is your nephew, he is the one who taught you kung fu."
Song Jinxiu quickly said, "Hello, Senior Brother."
"Yeah," Xuan Zhen hummed reluctantly and fumbled out a katydid cage from his sleeve. "You can play with it."
Song Jinxiu smiled and took it over, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
Feng Yu said: "Master also has a gift for you."
As he said this, he stood up and opened the sandalwood box that he had just used as a stool. He took out a handful of bamboo slips and handed them to me, "Take a look."
Song Jinxiu curiously opened the bamboo slips, and what came into her eyes were the three big characters "Xuan Tian Jue".
Feng Yu looked at the little girl's expression and asked in a low voice, "Do you understand?"
Song Jinxiu nodded, "I understand, thank you, Master."
Feng Yu and Xuan Zhen immediately looked at each other, both of them showing joy, and they both breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.
Feng Yugang asked that question to trick the little girl, because neither of them could read the words on the bamboo slips.
This is the sect's treasure, but no one can read what is written on it.
Before his death, his master gave him a task, which was to find someone who could understand the heavenly book and pass on incense to the Xuantian Sect.
Because without the inheritance of the Heavenly Book, Xuantian Sect is nothing.
"Okay, this box of bamboo slips will be kept by me. You will be the leader of Xuantian Sect in the future."
"What? Master, didn't you say that when you became my disciple? Now you are the patriarch of Song Village and have no time to care about other things."
Song Jinxiu was very dissatisfied. Being a clan leader was tiring enough. How could it be so easy to be the head of a clan?
Feng Yu looked at her and said, "Then let's put the position of clan leader aside for now. You can inherit it whenever you want."
He smiled soothingly, "I have no other requirements for you. Just read these bamboo slips carefully and let them be passed down."
Inheritance? Is it time to find an apprentice to take over? Fortunately, she is still young now. If she looks slowly, she will eventually find a disciple that suits her and pass on her skills.
So Song Jinxiu nodded and agreed.
Feng Yu put aside the important matter on his mind and immediately smiled heartily, saying, "Good disciple, I have to rush back to the sect to deal with some personal matters. Let's meet again later."
I just met you, my master, why are you leaving now?
"Master, how about you stay for a meal before leaving?"
Feng Yu shook his head, "We have been delayed here for too long. If we don't go back, the backyard will catch fire."
Xuanzhen said: "Little sister, please stay. If you want to honor Master, please bear the responsibility for Uncle Master."
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