Merchant's daughter is not a concubine

Chapter 370 The Legend of Qinglian 12: Prepare for the Grand Competition

"Ah Zi, are you feeling unwell?" Song Qinglian struggled twice.

"No..." Ke Zi rested his chin on her shoulder, hugged her tightly, but didn't speak.

"I originally wanted to say hello to you, but my cultivation base is weak, and I was afraid that they would use some secret method to know that I was coming. I didn't take the risk to come to you until today when they went to the Nine Heavens together. But... I don't know Will they have some secret method to know." Song Qinglian was very worried.

She was very afraid that they would find Ke Zi, and that they would be bad for Ke Zi.

Ke Zi snorted softly: "Only by them?"

Song Qinglian choked, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Can't you find it? That's good. Let me make pear honey for you! I thought of a new method, which doesn't smell like fireworks at all."

Song Qinglian said that she was going to make pear blossom honey, and Ke Zi followed her all the way, watching her pounding pear blossoms and making honey.Song Qinglian was also cooking for herself, and she was so busy that she took a step and he followed. Song Qinglian bumped into his arms as soon as she turned around, and her nose hurt so much.

"Ah Zi!" Song Qinglian was annoyed, holding her nose and looking up.

Ke Zi choked, turned around and left again.But he didn't go far, picked up a stone by the side and sat down.

Song Qinglian was speechless for a while, and when it was done, she put it on the table.

When she ate, he drank pear nectar.

After eating, he practiced the sword, and Song Qinglian began to practice the second style.

Seeing that it took her half a month to start the second pose, Ke Zi couldn't help secretly sighing at Song Qinglian's character.

She clearly understood the nine changes of the first form half a month ago, but she is neither arrogant nor impatient, and she does not compare with the disciples outside who are faster or slower, but only seek stability.

After practicing for a long time, Song Qinglian felt that the second pose was getting better and better, so she was very excited: "Ah Zi, how about this move with you?"

Ke Zi sneered and laughed: "Okay."

Pick up a dead branch casually, shake it lightly, and the leaves on it will fall off.

Song Qinglian took the tree and attacked Ke Zi.

Ke Zi looked at her sweaty little face, with a smile on his lips, and slowly gestured to her.

"Humph -" The branch in Song Qinglian's hand swept away violently. She was already drenched in sweat, panting uncontrollably, and her cheeks were flushed from the intense exercise.

She looked up and saw that he was still as motionless as a mountain, let alone breathing unsteadily, his whole body was as still as water, as if he hadn't moved at all.

Ke Zi couldn't remember how long he hadn't used force anymore.Even when he was outside, he felt that it was a boring thing to be brave and ruthless, to fight and kill.

And at his age, his personality is more calm and stable, unlike Song Qinglian, a little girl who is only twelve or thirteen years old, who is full of vigor and competitive.

But when he was feeding with Song Qinglian, he felt that the stagnant blood in his body seemed to wake up and flow slowly.

Song Qinglian looked at him as motionless as a mountain, feeling a little frustrated, his moves became more and more fierce, the branch in his hand swung violently, and the branch swept to Ke Zi's front.

Song Qinglian was overjoyed: "Ha, I won a move!"

At this time, suddenly a few black threads slipped down and fell to the ground.Song Qinglian was startled: "This is your hair..."

Song Qinglian was shocked because she knew that Ke Zike treasured his hair!
Song Qinglian quickly bent over to pick it up, trying to explain to him with a bitter face.He approached suddenly and took her hand in both.

Song Qinglian was startled and raised her head.He rubbed those two long hairs into her palm, held them tightly, and suddenly blew a breath towards the hands they held.

Song Qinglian suddenly felt that there was texture in his hand, and quickly let go of it, only to see a purple, crystal clear jade pendant in his hand.

"This is?" Song Qinglian looked up at Ke Zi.

Ke Zi suddenly tore off another long hair.Put on the purple jade pendant and wrap it around her neck. "This is for you."

Song Qinglian picked up the jade pendant hanging around her neck: "Ah Zi, is this jade changed by your hair? It turns out that your hair is so valuable, no wonder it is so precious."

Ke Zi choked with anger, and rolled her eyes: "This is the only one! Don't take it back!"

Song Qinglian quickly put the jade pendant back into her collar.

Then I started to meditate.

"Since becoming agile, I feel that I can absorb spiritual energy faster." Song Qinglian said, "Is it because the realm has improved?"

"It's your spiritual root that has been nourished." Ke Zi said: "As long as you continue to absorb spiritual energy and wash it off, your spiritual root will be nourished better and better, and the speed of absorbing spiritual power will be faster and faster. No need Cultivation is absorbing all the time, which is a good thing now, but when you become an immortal, the speed of absorbing every moment will become massive, and the surrounding spiritual power will be attracted all the time. This is not a good thing. You are now at a low level, and your spiritual roots are still It has not been completely washed, so it has no effect on the surroundings. It will not work in the future, but when it comes to bigu, you must learn to control and restrain it, so that it will be a long-term solution."

Song Qinglian nodded.

……

After another month, Mo Yuan has learned the second style.

Zihua Mountain does not stipulate how many spells or exercises the disciples must learn, and the practice of immortality is all about the individual.For the next time, Mo Yuan will focus on cultivation.

The new disciples have been in the practice for half a year, and the mountain gate stipulates that new disciples have the opportunity to go to the practice building to choose a practice once in half a year.But only on the first floor.

Song Qinglian entered the first floor of the Gongfa building together with Mo Yuan and other new disciples.

Mo Yuan chose a fire spell.Song Qinglian looked left and right, and felt that these exercises were too ordinary, no matter how they looked at them, they were not as mysterious as the Fengyan Sword Art.

"Qinglian, which one do you choose?" Mo Yuan asked.

"Hmm..." Song Qinglian pondered: "I haven't fully understood the Fengyan Sword Art yet."

"You haven't understood it yet? I've learned it all!" said a girl beside her.She has a small face and a slightly round face. This girl is also from the mortal world, and her name is Jiang Shangyue.He is the one with the worst aptitude among the disciples recruited this time.

He also came from the mortal world, so Jiang Shangyue didn't reject Song Qinglian too much, and Song Qinglian was pretty good with him.

In fact, Song Qinglian has already learned the Fengyan sword art, but she still feels that the 81 kinds of mysteries in it have different perceptions every time she practices, so she feels that she has not fully grasped it.

"You have to choose one before you finish learning." Mo Yuan said. "There is still half a year to go before the new disciple competition. With the Fengyan Sword Art, there is no way to pass the test. Every skill here is much better than the Fengyan Sword Art."

Song Qinglian looked at it and shook his head, "I think that everything here is inferior to Fengyan Sword Art. The time for cultivating immortals is precious, so don't waste energy on it."

Mo Yuan was dizzy: "You, you, you! I really lost my mind from practicing swords!"

"This opportunity is rare. If I don't choose, I will give you my spot. You can choose another one." Song Qinglian said. "I haven't passed the Fengyan Sword Art yet, and it's still half a bucket of water to learn others. Why don't I learn that one."

Jiang Shangyue said: "The last hundred contestants will be kicked out of Zihua Mountain."

Song Qinglian was startled: "Is there such a distance?"

"Of course!" Jiang Shangyue said: "That's why everyone practiced desperately."

Mo Yuan looked at Song Qinglian nervously: "Choose one quickly! Forget it, I'll help you choose!"

Mo Yuan looked at the shimmering jade slips in front of her, and finally chose a skill called Shuilongyin and stuffed it into Song Qinglian's hands.

"This water-attribute exercise is just right for you. It's not too difficult. It's at a moderate level. You can go back and practice more." Mo Yuan said.

Song Qinglian was stunned: "I said... I still can't understand the Fengyan sword art."

"Anyway, if you don't choose, you don't choose." Mo Yuan said: "Give me the opportunity, and I won't be able to learn one more exercise. After half a year, I will be assigned by a teacher, and I will be able to learn higher-level exercises. This is also for me. Useless."

Song Qinglian had no choice but to take it.

The next day, in Senior Brother Yu's class: "Everyone is already familiar with the Fengyan Sword Art. I also chose a new exercise yesterday. Everyone should go back and practice well. There is still half a year before the new disciple contest will begin. Everyone also knows that the last hundred contestants will be sent back to their hometowns."

All the disciples knew the rules a long time ago, and looked at Song Qinglian in unison.

Song Qinglian's phoenix eyes stared: "What are you looking at me for? I just won against Liang Shan last time."

Liang Shan choked with anger: "Song Qinglian! Compete again, dare you!"

She has long been familiar with the Fengyan sword art, and she thinks it is easy to kill Song Qinglian without leaving any behind.

"What are you fighting for!" Brother Yu sneered coldly: "Zihua Mountain stipulates that infighting is not allowed! We must challenge to the martial arts arena!"

Liang Shan rested her mind, but gave Song Qinglian a cold look, and when she was in Dabi, she could justifiably bully her to death!

After the dissolution, Song Qinglian was called to Canglan Palace by a sound transmission talisman from Zhenren Zhengxu.

"Master, what do you need from me?" Song Qinglian said.

"It's half a year before the New Disciple Competition." Master Zhengxu frowned as he said, "There is a rule in Zihua Mountain, the last one hundred students will be sent back to their hometowns."

"I know." Song Qinglian said: "The brother teaching today has already said it."

"Qinglian, you don't need to worry." Daoist Zhengxu said: "You are a disciple accepted by the teacher, not a new disciple. You are just attending classes with them. Now that the basic knowledge has been learned, you can also practice. There is no need to worry about it." You don’t need to take part in the big competition if you go to class.”

Song Qinglian shook her head: "I'd better participate."

Daoist Zhengxu sighed slightly, and smiled wryly: "Then you can participate."

Song Qinglian is the disciple of Daoist Zhengxu, if he participated in the big competition and was not expelled, it would be really ugly.But if she wants to insist, let her participate.

(End of this chapter)