Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"Cunxin orchid is weak in nature. Water it slowly and evenly." Yang Xuan poured the potted plants in front of him without looking back.

"Ah?" Yu Qingcheng was stunned and hurriedly turned around with the watering can in his hand. As a disciple of Prime Minister Xu, she usually focuses on practice. Why did she know these things and become interested immediately. After a long time, he became more skilled. Then he turned his head curiously and asked, "I said, do you study these flowers and plants on weekdays?"

Yang Xuan stopped, put the shower aside and said, "not all. My aunt will send a lot of books every year, so it will take some time to read them."

"What about your practice?" Yu Qingcheng blinked twice. His long eyelashes flashed up and down, and the brilliance in his eyes flowed.

She saw Yang Xuan's battle yesterday and defeated Yang Shi in the first stage. It is estimated that he is at least the later stage of the first stage, and may even break through the second stage, which is really incredible for a teenager who keeps flowers and reads books all day.

Yang Xuan tilted his head and frowned slightly. After thinking for a long time, he said, "I didn't practice much before. I just stepped into this way recently."

"Not much practice? What is your state now?"

"I don't know."

"Don't know?"

Yu Qingcheng's small mouth was slightly open, and her beautiful eyes stared greatly. If Yang Xuan didn't look serious, she didn't feel like lying, I'm afraid she had been greeted by Xiaofen fist at this time.

When a person steps into the fairyland, the realm can be said to be a major event as important as his family and life. Everyone pays attention to it all the time. Let alone the current realm, even the slightest improvement in the realm will be clear in his heart.

The way of cultivating immortals is different from ordinary people. This is a real law of the jungle. Strength directly represents status.

How many people stare at the improvement of their strength day and night, and want to measure it several times a day. Here, there is a person who doesn't even know his own realm.

"No, it's impossible. You must be lying to me! There are people who don't even know their strength." Yu Qingcheng tangled for a long time, and finally came to such a conclusion. The two red lips suddenly tooted together. A pair of eyes stared at Yang Xuan's eyes, as if they wanted to see something fishy.

Yang Xuan looked at her, looked positive and said seriously, "I don't cheat."

"Puff!"

Seeing his appearance, Yu Qingcheng couldn't hold on to his little face and laughed loudly. After laughing for a while, he felt something wrong again. After coughing twice, he stretched out a palm and said, "well, put out your hand and talk to me, so I can know your strength."

With that, she blinked playfully, her slender fingers kept opening and smiling.

"Is that ok?" Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows and said suspiciously, "I read a lot. You can't deceive me."

"What!"

Yu Qingcheng turned his eyes at him and explained helplessly, "this is what my master taught me. When my cultivation is still low, I can feel the aura in the other person's body only once by hand with others, so as to judge the accurate state."

"Your master?"

"Yes, the prime minister today." Yu Qingcheng put away his playful look, showed a touch of respect and a trace of undetectable pride on his face, and raised his chin forward.

Yang Xuan nodded. Prime Minister Xu Ruxian's name was still very loud. There was no doubt about it. He stretched out his right hand and put it in Yu Qingcheng's hand.

Yu Qingcheng's hands were warm and boneless. They were very comfortable to touch. As soon as Yang Xuan's big hands were covered, a red cloud rose on his face. However, under the temptation of knowing his cultivation realm, he finally endured and didn't take it away.

"Eh?"

He was trying to restrain the idea of pulling his hand away, and a soft voice pulled him out of the tangle.

"You... You are already in the late stage of the second stage?" Yu Qingcheng's face was puzzled at first, then shocked. She looked at the slightly bookish young man in front of her, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

"How can it be! I practice all day under the guidance of my master. Now it's just the middle of the second realm. You plant grass and read in this yard every day. Your cultivation achievement is even higher than me?"

All along, her cultivation level has always been her own pride and the pride of her father. Even strict teachers can't find faults. She reached the middle of the second realm at a young age. She can be regarded as a genius in the whole Wei state, but now she can't compare with an idle man.

"The second stage?" Yang Xuan silently read a sentence. At this time, he already had a preliminary understanding of the realm. Naturally, he knew what it meant.

Yu Qingcheng's two cheeks puffed angrily, stared at Yang Xuan in front of him, and said word by word: "tell me the truth, what grade is your talent!"

At this time, where did she still have the appearance of a young lady on weekdays? She was completely an unconvinced little girl. At this time, she always felt that there was something wrong. How could such a guy who didn't practice much be so high, even higher than her? Was his talent terrible? The Yang family should have confessed him long ago.

Yang Xuan looked at her and hesitated.

"Well... I don't know." He had just entered the fairyland and had never participated in the leap test. He had only a preliminary understanding of these things and knew nothing about his talents and accomplishments.

"You..." Yu Qingcheng pointed to Yang Xuan and was stunned for a while. He seemed to want to say something, but soon remembered his understanding of the teenager. Immediately, like a discouraged ball, his arm hung down powerlessly and muttered, "that's right. It's normal for you to know nothing in this small courtyard all day."

These days, she learned more or less about Yang Xuan from the people around her. For some unclear reasons, she has been unpopular with the family. Basically, she has been under house arrest in this yard for a long time, and it is normal to know nothing.

Yang Xuan looked at her and saw that she didn't speak. He immediately went to the corner of the yard and took out a broom to sweep the residual soil on the ground.

His movement is very slow and his strength is very light, but every time the broom falls, it will empty a place of the ground and leave no dust. It seems very skilled.

Yu Qingcheng looked at the movement between his hands and looked like he wanted to talk and stop. After hesitating for a long time, he finally took a deep look at him and left the yard.

In this small remote courtyard, its calm has been restored again. As in the past ten years, only a slight sound of sweeping the floor came out.