Chapter 43 043 The figure who saved her and healed her...
Asking about Shenxiang Mountain naturally meant asking about Luochi's situation.
This guy has always been scheming, cruel, and unscrupulous. His motives for coming to Taiji Continent to participate in the talent recruitment conference must be not simple.
If he really were to join the world's number one sword sect, Lu Qingqing would be in big trouble.
Ji Weilan was obviously very well-informed.
"I heard they recruited three." He looked at Lu Qingqing, his tone suddenly becoming subtle. "Why, Junior Sister, do you have another old acquaintance who wants to join Shenxiang Mountain?"
Lu Qingqing pretended not to hear the word "again" and actually nodded.
"I do have old acquaintances, but they are enemies."
Ji Weilan's expression suddenly changed. "What's going on?"
"My former fellow disciple tried to harm me time and again, but I beat him half to death and he fell into the sea." Lu Qingqing didn't hide it from him. "I didn't expect him to survive and even come to Taiji Continent. On the day of the talent recruitment meeting, I saw him go to the registration office on Shenxiang Mountain."
It is common for cultivators to have a few enemies, so it is natural for them to be on guard against them.
Ji Weilan didn't ask for details, "What's this person's name?"
Lu Qingqing: "Luo Chi."
Ji Weilan pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "It seems there's no such name."
"Brother, you even remember her name?" Her gossiping ability was too strong. Lu Qingqing was really impressed.
"That's not the case." Ji Weilan smiled, "Because I remember that the names of the selected monks all had three characters."
Lu Qingqing still couldn't let go of her worries. "What if Luo Chi used a fake name?"
This situation is indeed common.
"Tell me about this man's appearance, and I'll go and ask around."
Lu Qingqing bowed slightly, then gave a rough description of Luo Chi's figure and face.
Ji Weilan wrote them down one by one and promised that there would be results by tomorrow at the latest.
Lu Qingqing: "Thank you, Brother Ji."
Ji Weilan smiled mischievously, "How do you thank me?"
Lu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and asked, "Brother Ji, what do you want in return?"
Ji Weilan walked around the yard with his hands behind his back. "When you and I are both free, come with me to go fishing."
Lu Qingqing chuckled, thinking it was some extraordinary thank-you gift.
"How?" Ji Weilan raised his head, looking quite childish.
"Of course." Lu Qingqing agreed readily, "But I probably won't be free recently. Master has already arranged a full schedule for me from morning to night."
Ji Weilan showed a sympathetic expression, patted Lu Qingqing's shoulder, and said with the tone of someone who had experienced it: "Junior sister, Junior Uncle is so strict with me, I'm afraid he will be even stricter with you, his own disciple. Your life will not be easy. But it's okay, I will come to accompany you often."
Lu Qingqing: ...
I don't really need you to come over and accompany me.
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Ji Weilan's prediction was half right.
Feng Yingheng was indeed very strict when teaching his apprentices.
In the morning, when we were working in the medicinal fields, he would supervise us. If we made any mistakes, he would not only correct them immediately but also criticize us mercilessly.
In the afternoon, Feng Yingheng would not watch over Lu Qingqing when she was studying in the courtyard, but would come over at dusk and ask her all kinds of tricky questions about what she was learning. If he was not satisfied with her answer, he would ask her to copy the correct answer ten times.
Not to mention the sword training in the evening.
Feng Yingheng was wearing a black robe with tight sleeves and holding a long sword. When he saw Lu Qingqing, he started to attack without saying a word.
Such high intensity on the first day?
Lu Qingqing complained inwardly while mobilizing her true energy to resist the fierce attack.
She also knew that her master was probably only using less than 10% of his strength at this moment, but his attack power was comparable to the power of heaven, sweeping away everything.
After only three moves, she was blown away by the sword energy and fell to pieces.
"Get up." Feng Yingheng put away his sword, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
Lu Qingqing felt pain all over her body, as if all her bones were broken, but she still gritted her teeth and stood up.
Before he could stand still, the master's second wave of attack had already arrived.
Three times, four times, five times...
Lu Qingqing went from struggling to fight at the beginning to now falling to the ground in a state of bruises and exhaustion. This is the difference in absolute strength.
It's like an ant trying to shake a tree.
"You are originally a sword cultivator. You should know that in a real battle, the opponent will not hold back, and will not give you time to prepare."
Feng Yingheng's cold voice echoed through the wind. Sword energy whistled, and the surroundings seemed shrouded in mist, leaving only that slender figure, so vivid and colorful.
She naturally knew this.
If he had really faced a strong opponent, he would have died several times.
Perhaps it was Feng Yingheng's words that enlightened her, or perhaps geniuses are more likely to inspire their potential. Lu Qingqing miraculously stood up with the sword, and condensed her energy and the tip of the sword, suddenly attacking Feng Yingheng who was standing.
The silver light became brighter, like a nimble dagger, cutting through Feng Yingheng's sword energy barrier and heading towards his chest!
Feng Yingheng simply turned his body slightly, stretched out two fingers, and easily dispelled Lu Qingqing's sharp sword energy.
But he didn't expect that Lu Qingqing still had the energy to launch a second attack.
She stood up with a stubborn look on her face and exerted her strength suddenly. The sword wind was like dust, scattered like stars in the sky, and suddenly gathered into a cluster of arrows, rushing towards her like a death warrant.
Although it was still dispersed by Feng Yingheng, a soft look appeared in the latter's eyes.
"Not bad." He praised in a rare gesture. "Not afraid of the powerful, fighting to the death, this is what my disciple Feng Yingheng should be."
Lu Qingqing's hand softened, and the Ice Star Sword fell. She tried her best to maintain her dignity, not lying on her back, but kneeling on the ground.
Now all my spiritual energy has been used up, and I can't even open my mouth to thank my master for his praise.
"That's all for today. Go back and have a good rest."
Feng Yingheng mercifully announced the end.
Lu Qingqing nodded and looked at her master respectfully as he left.
But Feng Yingheng did not leave. Instead, he came to her, bent down and helped her up.
The handsome facial features were suddenly magnified, each one was just right, together creating a beautiful face.
His eyes were as clear as the stars, and Lu Qingqing could even see her own embarrassed and confused look reflected in his eyes.
For a moment, her breathing stagnated, and only the lingering fragrance of medicine and green grass was blown away by the night wind, as if carrying her back from Jimu Peak to the forest of Donghu Mountain.
The figure who silently saved her and healed her wounds once again overlapped with the person in front of her. In the deepest part of her heart, an inexplicable, turbulent yet quiet emotion slowly climbed up.
It was not until Feng Yingheng pinched her wrist and infused her with spiritual power that Lu Qingqing's thoughts were brought back from the void by the slightly cool and dry touch and the comfort of spiritual energy filling her body.
My spiritual power recovered a little and my mind became clear.
What happened to her just now?
Why did you think of your benefactor from your master?
Lu Qingqing almost wanted to pull her hair to wake herself up.
"Why are you suddenly feeling uneasy?" Feng Yingheng frowned and asked suddenly.
...How could she say this?
"I just feel so weak and a little sad." It wasn't completely nonsense. The feeling of failure just now did make her a little depressed.
Feng Yingheng didn't suspect anything, but instead consoled him, "You've just started, so there's no need to worry. It's already a rare achievement to be able to do this under my attack. With time, you'll definitely achieve something."
Lu Qingqing nodded softly.
She raised her head. The night was falling and the bright moon gently jumped out, breaking away from the thick clouds, revealing a crystal clear and round smiling face.
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When I returned to the quiet courtyard, the moon was already at its zenith.
Because Feng Yingheng liked quietness, he had only a few boys to sweep the floor and all of them lived elsewhere. Therefore, at night, everywhere was silent, as if it were a paradise on earth.
Lu Qingqing actually likes this feeling.
Free and unrestrained.
She sat quietly in the yard for a while, calmly boiling water and making tea.
The tea leaves of Yunmiao Sect are also grown by each peak themselves, but Feng Yingheng is not very interested in tea, so the tea leaves were brought over from the master uncle.
After a tiring day, the best way to relax is to have a cup of tea.
As soon as I relaxed, the fatigue and pain in my body came back like a tide.
Even though Feng Yingheng had just lost his spiritual power to her, the dense purple wounds were not so easy to heal. After all, they were personally trained by a great master in the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and the "lethality" was extraordinary.
Lu Qingqing prepared to meditate and regulate her breathing.
As soon as she entered the main hall, she saw a white porcelain vase on the table.
You don't need to ask to know that this was prepared for her by the master.
Sure enough, as soon as his fingers touched the edge of the porcelain bottle, a golden light burst out.
Feng Yingheng's faint voice was heard.
"This is a Xianyu Pill. Take one and go to bed early."
Xianyu Pills are the best healing medicine among intermediate-level pills, two grades higher than Heyu Pills. I have gained a lot of knowledge after intensive study these days.
Before she knew it, a smile had filled Lu Qingqing's face.
Her master is as thoughtful as an old father.
wrong.
There is no such young and handsome old father in the world. The master is more like...
She couldn't think of anything, so she simply stopped thinking about it.
But she was very sure that practicing with her master was not as painful as Ji Weilan said. Instead, it made her happy and satisfied.
You must work hard, Lu Qingqing. Only in this way can you live up to your master's kindness.
She warned herself so.
Lu Qingqing calmed down, picked up the porcelain bottle and prepared to take the medicine.
Before I opened it, I suddenly saw a paper crane made of a yellow talisman flying in gracefully.
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