MTL - Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 41 . I want to write on her lap

  Chapter 41 41. I want to write on her lap

   Fang Zhou is determined to teach Ling Xiaoyue a lesson, lest this guy always run away at critical moments.

  He didn't believe it, and with all his strength, he couldn't make this woman hurt.

  His five fingers pinched Ling Xiaoyue's calf, it felt like pinching a piece of warm and fragrant nephrite, soft, silky and supple, with an excellent touch.

  The force on the five fingers disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea.

  Ling Xiaoyue picked up the jug and slammed it on Fang Zhou's head lightly: "Put harder, apprentice, and you're still scrambling to eat dinner with me, why do you look weak."

  Fang Zhou gritted his teeth, and operated the Yin Qi Jue, and the spiritual energy was poured into his five fingers again. This time, he directly used it to twist it. It would be good to twist it on her leg so that the bruises would come out quickly.

  Ling Xiaoyue reminded: "Hey, this strength is almost the same, let's go up a little bit."

  Fang Zhou didn't believe in evil anymore, he put his hands together, pinched and twisted Ling Xiaoyue's calf, wishing he could use his teeth, and gnawed a couple of bites on her leg.

  It's a pity that no matter how hard he tried, the strength of his hands would disappear when they touched Ling Xiaoyue's calf, turning into a moderately heavy massage.

  Ling Xiaoyue hummed in comfort, her long legs stretched out, her toes twisted restlessly in the shoes.

   Seeing her enjoyment, Fang Zhou could only give up, and gave her a hard look: "Tell me, did you catch that ghost?"

  Ling Xiaoyue snorted and said: "No, correct me, it should not be a ghost, but a monster who has cultivated to become a spirit, and ran towards the former site of Lanruo Temple. There is something weird about that place."

   Seeing Ling Xiaoyue finished speaking, Fang Zhou immediately stopped and looked at Han Li.

   It turned out not to be a ghost, but a monster. Could it be that Monk Hui Neng is lying? Or is it that she can't tell the difference, so she thinks it's a ghost?

   Fang Zhou said to Ling Xiaoyue: "You missed the monster again, why don't you go to the former site of Lanruo Temple?"

   Fang Zhou doesn't know how high Ling Xiaoyue's real combat power is, but she knows that she has a weakness, that is, it is easy for the enemy to run away, and she always fails to catch up, or has no interest in chasing her.

  The master and apprentice have been together for a long time, and Ling Xiaoyue also knows what it means to leak monsters. After that night in the Earth Temple, Fang Zhou always whispers in her ears, saying that she is a fake for drawing hatred and leaking monsters.

  Ling Xiaoyue was suddenly upset and said: "You know what a fart, as a teacher, this is called fishing for big fish with a long line. The secret treasure has not yet come out, and as a teacher, rushing into the old site of Lanruo Temple, wouldn't it be a surprise?"

  She can occasionally say something reasonable, Fang Zhou is speechless, and can only say: "Then can you give me a reminder of what you are going to do next time, because you always run away at critical moments."

  Ling Xiaoyue has plausible words: "As my apprentice, you should have the ability to adapt to changing circumstances, and you must find a teacher for everything. The teacher is not your mother, and I have no milk for you."

  Han Li on the side couldn't hold back her laughter.

   Fang Zhou was very embarrassed, but he also realized that he was too dependent on Ling Xiaoyue, and he would always look for her subconsciously when something happened.

  Seeing that Fang Zhou had nothing to say, Ling Xiaoyue raised her foot with a victorious expression on her face, and poked her foot in front of Fang Zhou: "Keep pressing, apprentice, being a teacher is not enough."

   "According to your head!"

  Fang Zhou slapped Ling Xiaoyue's long legs away, turned around and went back to the room, secretly vowing in his heart that one day he would write orthographic characters all over her legs to avenge today.

   Returning to the room, Fang Zhou calmed down and continued to practice.

  He wants to become stronger as soon as possible, get rid of his dependence on Ling Xiaoyue, he can't always count on her, he still has to rely on himself at critical moments.

   Tonight was disturbed by the monster that was suspected to be a ghost. Most of the time had passed, Fang Zhou was immersed in his cultivation, and it was already the next morning in a daze. Han Li came over and called him to have breakfast.

  Breakfast is still in the cafeteria. The monks are doing morning classes and haven’t come yet. Only a few of the rest came and sat sparsely.

  What happened last night left them with lingering fears. Even in the daytime, they all looked alert.

  Looking at these people, Fang Zhou was puzzled. According to Han Li's judgment, this group of people was no more than Qi Refining Realm, so how dare they come here to find some secret treasure.

  The Qi Refining Realm is mostly high-skilled, and even spiritual energy cannot be borrowed or released. To put it bluntly, they are more advanced miscellaneous soldiers. Miscellaneous soldiers dare to join in the fun, so I really don’t know my position.

  Although Fang Zhou is also a miscellaneous soldier in the Qi Refining Realm, he didn't want to come here by himself, he was dragged here by Ling Xiaoyue, so he can't count.

  After coming to Lanruo Temple, this problem has plagued Fang Zhou, and Han Li finally solved it for him.

  This is actually the living situation at the bottom of the world of cultivating immortals. The level of casual cultivators is low, and they have no schools or sects.

  Moreover, most of the so-called secret treasures are actually not very good. The disciples of the big sects and the powerful casual practitioners are dismissive. Only the low-level casual practitioners will flock to them like jackals smelling rotten flesh.

Of course there are exceptions. Some big sect disciples go out to practice and occasionally participate in the competition for low-level secret treasures. They have complete inheritance and sharp tactics. They often become the protagonists in the competition for secret treasures. , walked away, leaving behind a bunch of envious and jealous casual cultivators.

  If it is those high-quality secret treasures, then there will be more people fighting for them. For example, in the Heijiao Cave that Han Li experienced before, several small sects and Xiuxian families jointly explored the treasures, and there were several masters in the innate realm.

  Now the people who come to Lanruo Temple to search for treasures, although at first glance they are all in the Qi refining state, but there may be hidden in the foundation building state, and this kind of thing that pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger often happens.

After listening to Han Li's explanation, Fang Zhou couldn't help but feel emotional. The living environment in this world of cultivating immortals is also extremely harsh. Loose cultivators can't keep up with a single finger of the sect disciples, but the sect disciples are crushed by those genius disciples. He will never be able to get ahead, and it is very easy for a genius disciple to jump on the street because of his fame.

  Everything is afraid of comparison. Fang Zhou used to think that he was really unlucky to meet such an unreliable scumbag as Ling Xiaoyue, but now he thinks that he was lucky to meet her, born to be a European emperor.

   In the future, I'd better treat her with a better attitude. In any case, she can be regarded as my master. Respecting a teacher is a virtue.

   While Fang Zhou was reviewing his attitude towards Ling Xiaoyue, Ling Xiaoyue, who was lying on the canopy basking in the sun, suddenly yelled and rubbed her nose: "Which **** is thinking about me?"

  After breakfast, Fang Zhou visited Lanruo Temple to familiarize himself with the terrain, so as to avoid embarrassment when running around and encountering monk Huineng giving consecration next time.

  After shopping around, Fang Zhou returned to the room and devoted himself to practicing again, not wanting to let go of a minute.

And cultivation is actually not boring for him, as long as he guides the spiritual energy to circulate habitually, his consciousness will fall into an indescribable state, his body and mind will be warm and comfortable, and he will not be aware of the time at all. elapsed.

  After waking up at noon and having a meal, Fang Zhou practiced till night. This kind of diligence made Han Li a little admired. She only practiced for half a day every day, and the rest of the time was used to practice swordsmanship and agility.

  After dinner at Youshi, Fang Zhou was preparing to continue his practice, when a panting young monk ran over to inform him and Han Li: "The colorful glow has appeared."

   Fang Zhou hurriedly called Ling Xiaoyue on the tree.

  Ling Xiaoyue's voice came down: "Stop shouting, I have already seen it."

   That's right, she is on the locust tree, which is higher than the entire Lanruo Temple and the Guanbao Terrace, so she can naturally see the colorful glow.

  Fang Zhou and Han Li ignored her and hurried towards the Guanbao Terrace.

  When the two arrived at the viewing platform, the place was already brightly lit, and all the casual practitioners had already arrived. At this time, no one cared whether the private seat set by Hui Neng was an ordinary seat, and climbed up to the viewing platform one after another.

   Fang Zhou and Han Li looked at each other, and hurriedly climbed up the big wooden platform. Fortunately, the platform was big enough to accommodate so many people.

  Climbing to the stage, Fang Zhou immediately saw the legendary colorful glow.

  (end of this chapter)