Supreme Space Puppet Master

Chapter 105 He Looks at Her, She Looks at Him ([-])
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This age is not young in the secular world. If they got married early, they might have already become fathers.

But in terms of cultivating immortals, it is not small.

Cultivators usually start washing essence and cutting marrow at the age of six, and Mei Qinglin only started to practice, which is indeed relatively late.

Yang Qinglong didn't know what to say when he heard Mei Qinglin say that.

It is true that Mei Qinglin has only just started to practice, and indeed he has only reached the second stage of Qi Refining, but the problem is that Mei Qinglin has only been in Wanshulou for half a year.

He has reached the second stage of Qi refining in half a year, and has faintly touched the edge of the third stage of Qi refining. In the entire Qianyuan Continent, this speed is among the best.

Yang Qinglong glanced at Mei Qinglin who was rather depressed, and then at Gu Qingluan who was frowning beside him, and once again a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart.

What Gu Qingluan said is right, it did take him a whole year to break through from the second stage of Qi refining to the third stage.But what Gu Qingluan didn't know was that it took him two years and nine months from introducing qi into the body to the second stage of qi refining.

As for Mei Qinglin, it only took more than half a year. Is this the advantage of a single wood spirit root?
Gu Qingluan didn't like Mei Qinglin's depressed look at all, she said: "Little brother, why don't you try again?"

Mei Qinglin nodded, he picked up the pen in his hand, the tip of the pen dipped in inkstone water landed on the round stone, and slowly started to move.

Gu Qingluan and Yang Qinglong both held their breath slightly, and stared at Mei Qinglin's pen tip with perfect eyesight.

A word appeared on the gray-white boulder, and Gu Qingluan's eyes lit up. Mei Qinglin's speed was very fast, much faster than that of the elder brother in the second stage of Qi refining.

At the time of the second word, beads of sweat slowly overflowed from Mei Qinglin's forehead, but the second word was still very easy.

Mei Qinglin pursed her lips, took a deep breath unconsciously, fixed her gaze, and began to write the third word.

The third word is a word of propriety, the propriety of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, trustworthiness and wisdom.

When Mei Qinglin finished writing the left part, beads of sweat rolled down from Mei Qinglin's forehead, and the blue clothes became darker because of the sweat.

"Come on, the last stroke."

Gu Qingluan didn't dare to speak out, for fear of affecting Mei Qinglin, so he could only say silently in his heart.

Mei Qinglin's hand holding the writing brush trembled uncontrollably, that ordinary Langhao brush seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold and it was impossible to lift it.

It seemed that the boulder was no longer a stone, but turned into the most terrifying swamp, holding Mei Qinglin tightly, making it difficult for Mei Qinglin to move an inch.

Mei Qinglin's sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the boulder with a thud. At that moment, a puff of green smoke rose.

"Snapped."

There was another sound suddenly, but this time it was not the sound of sweat dripping.

Mei Qinglin's face became very pale, and the brush in his hand was broken.

The sound just now was that the writing brush in Mei Qinglin's hand couldn't bear the aura of riot, and it snapped.

Gu Qingluan looked at Mei Qinglin's pale face, took out a silk handkerchief from nowhere, stepped forward, wanted to wipe the sweat off Mei Qinglin's forehead, and said distressedly: "Little brother, let's rest for a while."

Yang Qinglong frowned, he pulled Gu Qingluan away without leaving a trace, and said: "Junior Brother Mei, what Luaner said is good, you should rest first, you are a single wood spirit root, your talent is rare, so Quick success will only destroy your qualifications."

Yang Qinglong didn't mean anything else when he said this. He really felt that if Mei Qinglin continued to be so reckless, he would have to destroy that enviable talent by himself in the end.

Gu Qingluan also interjected, "Little Junior Brother, Senior Senior Brother is right, even if Dad knew about it, he would not agree."

Mei Qinglin clenched his fists and said in a hoarse voice: "Senior sister, I just feel that I am too useless."

If he is like this, how will he find her in the holy capital in the future.

Mei Qinglin was very confused.

Half a year ago, when he was formally appreciating his teacher, Gu Ting was very happy. That day Gu Ting drank a lot of wine, and he talked a lot while drunk.

In Gu Ting's drunken talk, Gu Ting mentioned the Hua family in Shengdu and Jiang Xiaoli.Hearing Jiang Xiaoli's name, Mei Qinglin who stood quietly by the side seemed to be struck by lightning.

At that time, Mei Qinglin really wanted to go to the holy capital and find Jiang Xiaoli, even though she didn't know if it was just the same name.

But he has already become a teacher of Wanshulou, and the disciples of Wanshulou only have a chance to travel freely after they have successfully established their foundation.

Therefore, Mei Qinglin practiced desperately day and night.

His single wood spirit root talent is very good, and he also works very hard. He has reached the second stage of Qi Refining in less than half a year, and now, he has faintly touched the edge of the third stage of Qi Refining.

Many people said that he was simply a genius, and they were amazed by his extremely fast cultivation speed. Because of this, he became a quite proud disciple in Gu Ting's eyes, and faintly caught up with the eldest disciple Yang Qinglong.

But Mei Qinglin still felt that it was too slow, his cultivation speed was still too slow.If it continues like this, when will he succeed in building the foundation?
Suddenly, Mei Qinglin stood up, staring at Gu Qingluan with bright eyes, and said: "Senior sister, you can practice sword with me for a while."

Mei Qinglin also knew that too fast a cultivation speed would lead to an unstable foundation, but if someone came to feed him the tricks, he believed that his cultivation speed would become even faster.

As for whether the foundation is stable or not, his eyes darkened. Let's talk about those issues after the foundation is established.

A trace of mockery flashed across Yang Qinglong's eyes without leaving a trace, thinking that his junior sister didn't agree to his invitation, how could he agree to your invitation?
But what Yang Qinglong didn't expect was that Gu Qingluan hesitated for a while, then turned around and stretched out his hand to him, "Brother, I didn't bring a sword today, so I'll borrow yours first."

Yang Qinglong couldn't believe his ears.

Although Gu Qingluan has escaped since she was a child, she rarely changes her mind about the things she decides.Even Gu Ting, the master, can only shake his head helplessly sometimes, saying with a wry smile that his daughter is a bull.

But now, just because of Mei Qinglin's words, Gu Qingluan changed his mind.

He put the hilt of the sword in front of Gu Qingluan awkwardly, and clenched his other hand slightly under the wide sleeve.

Holding Yang Qinglong's sword, she turned to Mei Qinglin and said, "Follow me."

After finishing speaking, Gu Qingluan took the lead and walked towards Yanchi.

Inkstone pools are not all water.

Like white sesame seeds on a black cake, there are many round stones standing in the inkstone pool.

These dots of small boulders are scattered randomly, without any rules, but they happen to form several small paths that can cross the inkstone pool.

In the middle of the inkstone pond, there is a huge round stone falling there. There have always been many disciples around the inkstone pond practicing calligraphy and concentrating their energy. Naturally, that huge stone has become a natural martial arts platform.　
(End of this chapter)