Stunning Supreme Spirit Pivot

Chapter 92 Triangle [3]

The back hill of Penglai Pavilion in Luxiantai is full of phoenix-tailed bamboos. Their Penglai Pavilion is a single lineage, and there is only one disciple from generation to generation, so the adoptive father is very strict with her.

Especially if she secretly hid her adoptive father's wine, she would be punished to chop bamboo in the bamboo forest.

When she was young, she cut from morning to night, so tired that her limbs were not her own, and she didn't have the strength to walk back to rest.

In the dead of night, the sky was full of stars, and the adoptive father was drunk and passed out, only Luo Ci came to look for her with a lantern.

He was a meticulous and spotless person since he was a child, but he carried the little girl on his back and walked slowly along the rugged mountain road.

"Little uncle." She lay on his back, she could relax with peace of mind, because her adoptive father said that this man would never hurt her, "When I grow up, I will be better than him, so I don't have to do this."

"If you don't hide his wine, he won't punish you." He whispered, and taught her many times, but he didn't listen.

"How can I do that?" She said dissatisfiedly, "My adoptive father is drunk, who will teach me how to practice?"

After a moment of silence, his voice passed through the rustling bamboo leaves and reached her ears.

"I teach you."

She traveled to this world, most of her skills were taught by him.

No wonder, every time I met him later, I always felt oppressed. It turned out that the disciple was no match for the master. This was true.

But she has practiced the magic way, so it may not be so in the future.

The sound of footsteps behind her brought her back to her thoughts, she smiled self-deprecatingly, and she turned around.

Luo Ci walked in front of her, still expressionless, glanced at him, then raised his hand towards her.

Fan Lingshu took half a step back vigilantly, but he still calmed down in the end. If he recognized her, he would draw his sword instead of his hand!

He reached out to hit the side of his hair and took a bamboo leaf from it.

"Thank you." She tilted her head and smiled.

Luo Ci put the bamboo leaves between his fingers to play with, and said very plainly: "Is the injury healed?"

"Okay." The assassin injured his arm last time, because he applied the medicine himself, and he recovered the next day.

Luo Ci didn't ask any more questions, but continued to say calmly: "Is it too quiet here?"

"Cultivators like to be quiet." She said with a smile. She used to live in Penglai Pavilion with her adoptive father. They raised a lot of big white geese, and they planned to eat meat when they were fat, but they couldn't bear to eat the geese, so they had to let them go.

At that time, Penglai Pavilion was lively.

The adoptive father chased her and beat her up, making such a fuss that even the suzerain of Luxiantai was alarmed.

"It's better to be lively." Luo Ci said.

Fan Lingshu was a little surprised. Wasn't he the one who always frowned and criticized the absurdity of his adoptive father?
"How can you cultivate immortals when it's so lively?" Fan Lingshu asked deliberately, he likes quiet most, and he has been bored to death since he was a child.

The bamboo leaves were gently twirling between his fingers, with his hands behind his back, he faced her, lowered his head, and saw her looking up at him with her small face slightly raised.

His eyes are shining brightly.

His eyes softened a little, but he asked, "Do you want to cultivate immortality?"

Fan Lingshu was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "I don't want to."

She hated the immortal way the most in her life, and would rather fall into the evil way and be cast aside by the world, and never return to the immortal way.

But when the words came out, she realized that she was Mu Hanyan, so she said again: "I have no talent, and I am not expected to cultivate immortality."

Luo Ci said: "If you want to cultivate immortality, I can help you."

Fan Lingshu couldn't help but said, "Why do you want to help me?"

She wanted to ask a long time ago, he saved her twice, gave her such a precious fairy medicine, and now he wants to help her cultivate immortality.
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