After converting to Qingqing Dao, my little junior sister went crazy

"The heat must be controlled when tempering the raw bone grass, otherwise the medicinal properties of the raw bone grass will be affected."

As soon as Elder Yu's Huayin fell, Shu Jue shook her hand, and a blazing flame rose up, turning the bone grass in the alchemy furnace into ashes.

Shu Jue scratched her head in embarrassment: "Sorry, Elder Yu, I don't seem to be able to control the heat very well."

"It's okay. You are also a beginner, so you will inevitably make mistakes. Just be careful next time."

Shu Jue nodded fiercely: "Okay, elder."

So next, there were hundreds of piles of waste around Elder Yu.

He sat in the middle of the rubble and saw that he was about to be buried. He finally couldn't help but sigh and said, "Shujue, have you ever considered that it's actually good for you to concentrate on practicing swordsmanship?"

Shu Jue: "..." To be honest, she felt bad about tormenting Elder Yu like this.

And she was very tired herself.

She could do what Elder Mingyu said, but she had to do the opposite, which also tested her ability to cope.

Elder Jade said that the fire increased and she decreased.

Elder Jade said the fire was decreasing, and she was increasing it.

The main character is a person who can’t understand people’s words.

However, Elder Yu also had a really good temper. He never got angry until the end, and he looked that way from beginning to end, calm and relaxed.

Yu Mingli suspected that he had a second personality, while Shu Jue felt that someone was deliberately impersonating him.

However, these two speculations have not been confirmed yet.

Shujue didn't have the chance to continue tormenting Elder Yu, because the original sect competition was not successfully held due to the demon clan incident and the Feiyue Sect's rebellion. It is not known which sect proposed the competition to promote sect relations. feelings between.

After discussion, it was finally decided unanimously that the competition would be held in Hongzong of the Qing Dynasty.

Shu Jue didn't know why she was in Qing Hongzong. She only knew that someone had given her many names.

The big score was in many events, and the competition was not just about cultivation. Shujue was sitting at home, and her name came from the sky. By the time she knew about it, the registration had ended.

Lin Nianjiao came to her and said that she saw her name on the registration list: "Little junior sister, I saw your name on the alchemist registration form. Do you want to participate in the alchemy competition?"

Shujue was practicing swordplay when she heard this, and her eyes widened when she heard this.

Shu Jue: I am not a participant, I am just a victim.

It was nearly a month before the big competition started, and several senior brothers and sisters caught her and started to give her some extraneous treatment.

In the morning, Lin Nianjiao taught her how to make alchemy, in the afternoon, Yi Qiubai taught her how to make weapons, in the first half of the night, Yan Beizhou taught her formations, and in the second half of the night, he taught her how to draw talismans and seals. The main goal was to fill up the schedule without leaving any time.

She even wanted to practice swordsmanship. She wished she could break the twelve hours a day into thirteen.

It was not until the night before the competition that Shu Jue had free time to find Pei Xingmo and introduce Tu Xue to him.

Tu Xue's gray hair was very conspicuous, and even though he was standing in front of Pei Xingmo, the young man's eyes were filled with uneasiness.

After learning about the current situation between humans and demons in the world of immortality, he became very uneasy.

Shu Jue regarded him as a friend, so he was even more afraid that Pei Xingmo would hate his dirty blood. On the way to Pei Xingmo's courtyard, Shu Jue comforted him: "Don't be afraid, my master is very nice."

Tu Xue pressed the brim of the cloak, hid her face in the hat, and gave a low response.

"Master!" Shujue called Pei Xingmo as soon as he stepped into the courtyard door.

Pei Xingmo, who was reading ancient books inside, had long sensed her arrival. He put down the book in his hand and walked out: "What's the matter? I heard that Nianjiao and the others are teaching you how to make alchemy and weapon. How are you doing?"

"Absolutely so." Shujue told the truth. After all, she became a monk halfway. Compared with other senior brothers and sisters, she was naturally inferior to her.

"Well, if you really like it and want to learn it, then learn it hard." Pei Xingmo was not very good at saying warm words to even his favorite disciple.

Shu Jue has changed so much during this period that he can hardly recognize her.

Seeing her change like this, Pei Xingmo didn't say anything, but he was very happy in his heart.

He knew that this youngest disciple was very talented, and as long as she was willing, practicing would be as simple as drinking water for her.

Shujue nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "I understand, Master." She moved to the side: "Master, this is Tu Xue, my new friend, but his identity is a bit special..."

Shu Jue had already thought about what to say before she came, but Pei Xingmo was not surprised when he heard her words. Instead, he turned his attention to Tu Xue: "It must be uncomfortable to walk like this with a hat on all day long, right?" ?”

"It's okay, you can take off your hat now."

Pei Xingmo walked to the stone table in the courtyard and got three cups of tea: "Sit down and talk."

Seeing that Tu Xue was still hesitant, he smiled: "It's okay, you don't have to be disgusted with your origin. After all, this thing is destined, and it is not your own choice, and you are not the first person I have ever met. Human-demon hybrid, sit down and don’t be nervous.”

"Sit down, sit down, I told you that my master is very good." She took the lead in finding a seat and sat down: "Master, you just said that Tu Xue is not the first mixed-race person you have seen. Does that mean you have seen Any other mixed blood?”

Pei Xingmo nodded: "I saw a lot during the war more than two hundred years ago." But I have to say that Tu Xue was the only one he saw who could grow up.

Thinking of that battle, Pei Xingmo fell into memories.

"That was the first time in so many years that I saw the viciousness of the demons. Before that, I thought it was just a joke to disembowel one's body and take out the child for fun."

After more than ten years of fighting, he has killed many demons and saved many humans. Naturally, he knows what kind of torture humans will suffer when facing demons.

Not many people can give birth to children under such circumstances. Most babies are dug out directly when they are in the mother's belly. At that time, the demon who is the biological father will not because of that. Children of his own blood are soft-hearted.

Tu Xue listened to him in silence.

"The reason why I say so much is to tell you about the evil deeds of the demons, and also to let you know why the human race hates the demons so much. Of course, there will definitely be people who hate you." After Pei Xingmo finished speaking, he twisted his slender fingers. Live in a falling leaf:

"I'm sorry that what I said may make you sad, but I want to tell you that although you have demon blood flowing in your body, it is destined to make it difficult for you whether in the demon clan or the human race, but this does not mean that you are good. Bad deciding factor.”

"I think you can understand what I mean."

"Wearing a hat all day long can certainly make you feel more stable, but sometimes when you take off your hat, you will find that the world is actually different from what you imagined."

"I..." Tu Xue moved his lips, "Thank you."

When he walked out of Pei Xingmo's yard, he rubbed his fingertips, lowered his eyes, and finally did not put on his hat.