I conquer the cultivation world by drawing cards

Chapter 27

The young man held a long sword in his hand, the blade was sharp, exuding the same icy breath as the sword master.

Qinghui's lonely and proud young man lowered his eyes, his eyes were obscure, the blade of the sword trembled slightly, and made a low buzzing sound, as if echoing the master's mood, and seemed to be soothing the master's mood.

The big hand clenched on the hilt of the sword, the pale knuckles, and the bulging veins, seemed to be trying to grab something, and there seemed to be self-loathing and loss hidden in the eyes.

Su Changqing's black eyebrows seemed to be frowning, and her eyes moved from the body of the sword to the young man's face. From her position, she could only see the young man with his head slightly lowered, unable to distinguish the expression on his face. All that was left was his jawline which was cold and pale to the extreme.

The top of Chilian Peak was filled with mist, and it was extremely empty and quiet. It seemed that even the sound of the wind echoed. Su Changqing hesitated for a moment, then slowly approached the young man, and looked over his eyes to check his expression. He called out in a low voice:

"Master?"

Even though Lu Feiran's sea of ​​consciousness was damaged and his cultivation base was completely lost, the accumulation of his cultivation base has not disappeared. Moreover, his perception has always been sharp, so he discovered it the moment Su Changqing came up.

It's just that it doesn't matter who comes up, it doesn't make any difference to him; maybe there are some differences, people who come here, one kind of people with a face full of hesitation to persuade him to think about it, but The other is abrupt and inexplicable cynicism.

His thin lips were bloodless, and his eyes were as cold as snow. When he heard the girl's voice, he slowly raised his eyes to look at her, calmly without any waves or anger.

When he met his eyes, it was like being pierced into his body by a hard and piercing ice pick.

Su Changqing: "..."

Damn, I was stabbed by the cold, the eyes are assassins!
The young man quietly looked at the slender girl beside him, and his eyebrows frowned unconsciously.

Strange as if it was only her.

She never seemed to persuade him...

When I saw him, I never felt regretful and hesitant to speak, and I never tried to persuade him.

Apart from what I said last time...

Let him not worry, he will get better, and she will try her best to find a way to reshape his sea of ​​consciousness and meridians...

I never said a word more.

Lu Feiran stood holding the sword, his drooping long eyelashes cast a shadow in his pupils, covering up the incomprehension and confusion in his eyes.

He never liked to have much contact with other people, and he took her as his apprentice just because he didn't want to listen to the dean's nagging.

She is also sensible, if it is not necessary, she will never go up to the peak to disturb him too much.

Now I report every day, but every time it is like this moment, I just stand quietly beside him and don't make much noise, and then leave directly when the time comes.

as if...

She comes up at the next hour every day just to make sure that he is still alive...?
It seems that he has never understood this strange disciple himself.

Lu Feiran's brows and eyes, which were as cold as frost and snow, were slightly folded, his emotions were a little unclear, he seemed puzzled, and he seemed neither sad nor happy, his eyes fell on the girl's pale but soft face again.

However, she has not appeared in recent days.

Tired?
Still don't want to see him as a useless person anymore?
Although this thought flashed through Lu Feiran's mind for a moment, he soon returned to a state of no emotion, no sadness or joy.

Su Changqing happened to catch the desolation in his eyes at that moment, and his scalp suddenly felt a little numb.

She was silent for a while, her thoughts turned slightly, and she didn't directly explain the reason why she didn't come to see him these days, but she bent her eyes and said with a smile:
"Master, this disciple's current realm has broken through to the late stage of foundation establishment. In this way, the disciple will have a little more confidence and certainty in the sect competition."

Afterwards, Su Changqing added another sentence with a little hesitation, uncertainty and caution in his tone:

"However, in the Zongmen Grand Competition, I think there will be many brothers and sisters at the Golden Core level participating. From this point of view, the chance of that disciple winning has become a little slim."

Speaking of this, Su Changqing's mood seemed to become depressed again, "A few days ago, this disciple took a mission outside the door and went to the Monster Beast Mountain Range. I didn't expect this trip to be quite lucky. Find an opportunity to break through the barrier in the later stage."

"Don't be afraid of Master's jokes, the disciple is actually a little complacent up to now."

"But just now, the disciple changed his mind and thought that there must be many colleagues with outstanding cultivation in the Zongmen Dabi, and his mood became calm."

Compared with the silence in the past, today's girls seem to be chattering too much, Lu Feiran listened to these words that seemed to be complaining and sharing, and looked at Su Changqing suddenly.

It turns out that the few days when she didn't come, did she accept the mission?
Su Changqing didn't need to say much, he had already discovered that her aura had become thicker and more pure, and her state was stable in the late stage of foundation establishment, without any superficial appearance, and there should be no mental obstacles.Even though he lost all his cultivation, he can still tell the difference.

It's just that he didn't expect that she didn't have the slightest shyness to talk about these things with him. If it were other palms here, she probably wouldn't mention too many words about cultivation and cultivation to him, and she would be more cautious. Let him rest in peace.

This disciple of mine doesn't seem to have this awareness, and still regards him as a fellow who can talk and ask for advice normally.

If Su Changqing knew what was going on in his heart, he would definitely roll his eyes. He didn't become incomprehensible or stupid, why couldn't he communicate as a normal person?

Furthermore, she also doesn't feel that there are any words that should not be mentioned. The more cautiously she avoids or changes the subject, the more she does not necessarily take care of the other party's emotions, and sometimes it backfires, making the other party more uncomfortable and self-loathing.

Besides, they are monks! ! !
——They all chose to cultivate immortals!Everyone can go to heaven!

——No matter what, it must be Daiyu's body, Li Kui's heart!
——If you become depressed because of setbacks, then you still want to cultivate a hammer, and ask for the way of a hammer!

——The body can be crispy, but the heart can't be crispy!
Combined cultivation is the good fortune, and the foundation of idealism is established. Our fellows cultivate the body and mind. No matter how many obstacles are on the road to the great road, we will definitely be able to overcome it.

Not to mention Lu Feiran who can become the hero of the original novel.

If he couldn't get over it, there would be nothing for him to turn into a summoner in the future.

So there is no need to persuade me at all, and I will naturally figure it out if I blow a little more northwest wind.

Su Changqing thought so.

And Lu Feiran stared at Su Changqing for a long time before uttering a single syllable from his thin lips:

"Ah."

Su Changqing: "..."

Su Changqing was speechless for a moment.

To maximize the skill of Cherishing Words Like Gold to the extreme, who else would I take besides Lu Feiran?
She felt that he shouldn't learn swords, and he shouldn't change his job to be a summoner later, he should practice closed mantra!

It was dusk at the top of Chilian Peak at this time, and the sudden strong wind became colder and colder. Su Changqing couldn't help covering her mouth and coughing lightly, a faint pink color floated on her pale cheeks, which made her feel cold. His complexion looked much healthier than Lu Feiran's.

She moved slightly, took a step forward, and helped Lu Feiran block the strong wind from the side, and at the same time said with some hesitation:

"For the Zongmen Grand Competition, does Master know what needs to be paid attention to?"

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