Chapter 42042 Her master is the best master. ...
Lu Qingqing seemed to be sealed in the long river of time, even her eyelids were glued shut, making her unable to move.
The shock was really too great.
She knew that her charming physique could not be hidden from Feng Yingheng, who was already in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. In the past few days, she had been wondering whether he had already seen through the fact that she became his disciple in order to cure her illness. How would she explain to his master then, and how would she ask him to diagnose her?
She imagined thousands of possibilities and even anticipated the worst-case scenario—Feng Yingheng would get angry and no longer want her as his disciple.
After all, he is a rare talent with a noble character, and it is very likely that he cannot tolerate deception.
What he didn't expect was that even though the other party knew that his motives for becoming his disciple were not pure, he didn't care at all, and even worked hard to make medicine for him these few days.
Lu Qingqing felt regretful and guilty for her previous slightly negative speculation about Feng Yingheng.
Her master is a very good master.
My brain and mouth were clogged with myriad emotions that surged up, and before I knew it, they transformed into a warm current that filled my eyes.
Seeing that his lively and lovely apprentice had red eyes and nose, Feng Yingheng was a little at a loss for a moment.
No wonder the eldest brother said that teaching an apprentice is like raising a child. He now understands this helpless and complicated feeling.
“…Why are you crying?”
His lips moved, and after a long while he finally managed to utter these words.
"Master." Lu Qingqing sniffed, suppressing the warmth. A thousand words could only be condensed into one: "Thank you for your thoughtful consideration."
After saying this, he took out the pill from the purple sachet and swallowed it.
The smell and taste were exactly the same as the pills Uncle Gui had given her.
The master is truly a rare talent. He didn't even take her pulse, but he still successfully refined the elixir to control her charming physique.
My admiration for him increased a little more.
"Since I have accepted you as my disciple, I will naturally treat you wholeheartedly." Seeing Lu Qingqing regain her composure, Feng Yingheng also felt relieved and his tone returned to normal.
"Until the problem is completely resolved, you must take the pill every three months."
Lu Qingqing agreed obediently.
"Come here." Feng Yingheng called her, "Let me take your pulse."
Lu Qingqing sat on the small stool opposite him and placed her hand on the pulse pillow.
He placed three fingers on his wrist, feeling cool and dry. A touch of spiritual energy lightly penetrated his skin and penetrated his blood vessels.
Lu Qingqing relaxed her body and let the other party's spiritual power flow through her limbs.
Feng Yingheng loosened his fingers, moved them a few inches, and continued to take the pulse.
His handsome brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and his expression became more gloomy.
"Your charm doesn't seem natural, but rather like some ancient secret technique." He withdrew his hand. "This restriction is akin to a curse. I'm afraid it can't be removed with medicine."
"Uncle Gui said the same thing." Lu Qingqing spoke faster again.
However, facing such a good master, she had nothing to hide.
Feng Yingheng just nodded slightly after hearing this.
"I know him. He's a very powerful senior, and legend has it he's a rare Earth Immortal. He often travels across the continents, his whereabouts elusive. It's a great fortune that you were able to find the medicine from him."
Lu Qingqing was stunned.
All cultivators who could become Earthly Immortals had great luck. Some were so meritorious that they were canonized by the Heavenly Realm, while others, despite having the potential to ascend to the Great Dao, voluntarily gave up the chance to become an Immortal and instead guarded the mortal realm.
It is said that earthly immortals are like gods in the upper realm, with boundless magical powers, a lifespan as long as mountains and rivers, and the ability to roam freely in the three thousand worlds.
It is unbelievable that such a deity would set up a stall in the ghost market of the Dawn Continent where spiritual energy is scarce.
Seeing his apprentice's dumbfounded look, Feng Yingheng couldn't help but smile.
As expected, I am still young and find everything I hear strange.
When Lu Qingqing came to her senses, the smile that was enough to melt ice and snow had disappeared, so she naturally didn't see it.
"No wonder when I went to see Uncle Gui later, the little boy said he was traveling." She suddenly realized, "No wonder he knew I had a special physique the moment he saw me."
"Even the Earthly Immortal can only give you a elixir that temporarily suppresses your physical condition. This curse is quite troublesome." Feng Yingheng frowned slightly. "Did he ever tell me if there was any other way to cure you?"
Lu Qingqing's face suddenly turned red.
“Yes, there is…”
"Why are you hesitating?" A hint of doubt appeared on Feng Yingheng's handsome face.
Lu Qingqing felt a little uncomfortable: "Uncle Gui...Uncle Gui said there are two ways to solve it."
Feng Yingheng looked at her seriously.
Lu Qingqing made up her mind and decided to go all out. "The first method is to practice dual cultivation with one hundred powerful Spiritual Transformation Stage masters."
Feng Yingheng's icy beauty face froze at first, and then a rare complex expression of astonishment, speechlessness, etc. appeared.
——Of course, it only appeared for a moment.
"... Let's talk about the second one."
"The second option is to find a great medicine cultivator with divine blood to treat me." Lu Qingqing said pitifully, "But I don't know where to find a great medicine cultivator with divine blood. I can only desperately come to Taiji Continent, hoping to ask a great cultivator from Yunmiao Sect to treat me."
Feng Yingheng picked up a small silver spoon and stirred it in the incense burner, making the fragrance in the room become stronger.
"But you noticed we don't treat outsiders, so you suddenly had an idea and changed your strategy, becoming your disciple?"
Feng Yingheng is really smart and nothing can be hidden from him.
Anyway, I have already confessed to this extent, so a little more doesn't matter.
"Master, I have no ill intentions, nor do I have any other motives. After going through so much hardship to become your disciple, I will definitely practice diligently and be filial to you."
The word "filial piety" made Feng Yingheng's forehead twitch.
I felt a sense of rejection for no reason.
He ignored his strange feelings and put his hands into his sleeves.
"If you have evil intentions, I won't accept you. Now that you've become my disciple, just focus on your cultivation. I'll find a way to cure the ancient curse that's been afflicted on you."
As expected, Master is so good.
So Lu Qingqing said it.
"Master, you are so kind." Her voice was soft and her smile was sweet.
It looked more like a juicy fairy peach. It seemed that the fuzz on top was shimmering with tiny rays of light, dazzling people.
Feng Yingheng lowered his eyes. "Alright, take your things and go back to rest. Starting tomorrow, you'll tend to the medicinal fields in the morning, study the pharmacopoeia in the afternoon, and practice kendo in the evening."
Lu Qingqing agreed seriously and left happily.
After her back disappeared, Feng Yingheng crossed his legs and returned to the couch, closing his eyes and meditating.
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Jimu Peak, a quiet courtyard.
This was originally where Feng Yingheng lived. He moved to Yuantiao Pavilion a long time ago. This place has been vacant for a long time and now it is where Lu Qingqing lives.
It can be seen that the architectural styles of the various peaks of Yunmiao Sect are basically consistent, simple, generous, yet exquisite and detailed.
However, the vegetation in the quiet courtyard is not very lush and there are few species, making the courtyard look a bit empty.
Feng Yingheng was a careful person. He had already sent a child to clean the courtyard and prepare all the items. There were even various spiritual fruits on the table in the main hall.
Lu Qingqing casually picked up a bunch of grapes. The grapes were plump and crystal clear, exuding an alluring aroma that was a mixture of fruitiness and spiritual energy.
Pick one and put it in your mouth, it is delicious and sweet, with a long aftertaste.
It must be because Feng Yingheng saw Ji Weilan bringing her some fruit before, so he prepared it in advance.
As soon as I entered the door, I felt the master's favor, and my heart was filled with joy, sweeter than eating grapes watered with spiritual energy.
Just as she was about to taste the spiritual hawthorn, Lu Qingqing felt the fluctuation of spiritual power in the distance.
When I walked into the yard, I saw a flying carpet rushing towards me from the clouds, which was quite funny.
Before he even landed, Ji Weilan was already waving and greeting people from above, smiling so hard that his teeth were showing.
"Junior sister~"
"Master didn't go out today." As the other party approached, Lu Qingqing joked, "If he catches you later, don't freak out like a quail again."
"How could I?" Ji Weilan said stubbornly, "That's called giving Junior Master-Uncle full respect."
Lu Qingqing didn't expose him and handed him a bunch of grapes. "It's almost time to light the lamps. What's the matter with you?"
"If I have nothing to do, I can't come to see you." Ji Weilan threw two grapes into her mouth, tasted them and nodded. "They are quite sweet. Where did they come from?"
Lu Qingqing: "Master prepared it for me."
Ji Weilan opened his eyes wide, "Little Master-Uncle prepared this?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"He never eats these things on a normal day." Ji Weilan said with an expression of disbelief, "He even rarely drinks alcohol, saying that it will affect his cultivation."
Lu Qingqing said "oh", but she didn't show it on her face, but she felt even happier in her heart.
"Actually, I just came to see you." Ji Weilan pulled Lu Qingqing to sit on the stone bench in the courtyard, his face full of gossip, "How do you feel about your first day of training with Junior Master?"
"It feels great," Lu Qingqing said. "Master took me to visit Jimu Peak and let me plow two acres of land."
Ji Weilan: "No magic or spiritual power allowed?"
Lu Qingqing nodded, "How do you know?"
Ji Weilan sighed.
Recalling the past, his face was filled with tragedy. "At that time, I had just entered the Qi Refining Stage. My father happened to be out on business, so he asked Junior Martial Uncle to take care of me for a few days. On the first day with him, he made me plow the fields, and I was so tired that I was shaking all over."
Lu Qingqing couldn't help laughing out loud.
"No wonder you are so afraid of my master."
"But you don't seem afraid of him at all?" Ji Weilan was puzzled. "Why?"
"I don't know either." Lu Qingqing answered truthfully, "Maybe because he treats me well?"
Ji Weilan was speechless.
"By the way." Lu Qingqing broke the brief silence, "Senior Brother Ji, I have a question for you."
"What's going on?"
"Have the other sects' talent recruitment conferences ended?"
"It's all over." Ji Weilan looked at her, her face showing the enthusiasm of someone who had found a gossip soulmate. "What do you want to know?"
Lu Qingqing simply followed his lead and continued, "How many disciples did Shenxiang Mountain recruit this year?"
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The author has something to say: The main text is irrelevant to the small drama
Feng Yingheng: It’s not that I haven’t taken your pulse (with a gloomy face)
Lu Qingqing: ………It’s great to have so many vests!
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