Chapter 1087： Xianxia is a bit salty (1)

Chapter 1087: Immortal Xia Is A Little Salty (1)

The clouds were sullen and the mountain road was rugged.

A winding path leads to the top of the mountain, and a thin figure stands out in the middle of the mountainside.

Behind her uncle, a skinny old man looked at her, not far or near, so three steps away from the woman.

Although the old man was dressed a bit sloppy, if you look at him carefully, there is a crevice in the toes under the rough shoes and the rugged mountain road.

"Good boy, you go for it, you're almost there. When you come to our Yunshan, you will be the master Yunshan in the future. How can you talk about those unhappy students, just take them out of your heart Of bad breath. "

"Master, I have no anger." Xia Ling took a step forward, breathing again, and said.

The old man said: "How can there be no bad gas, this mountain is so long, because the teacher could have let you fly straight up, but let you step on step by step. Don't you hate it?"

"Why hate it? The mountain road." Xia Ling took another breath, holding on to the steep rock next to her.

Her body started climbing the mountain last night. By this time, she almost fell down on the mountain road due to fatigue.

The old man protected her, and this body woke up again, but it was not the original owner, but Xia Ling.

After accepting calmly that he was in a strange world again, Xia Ling's head was empty. Except for the system, he didn't remember everything clearly.

She can remember that she seems to be a very hard-working person, and that's a little bit painful when she walks up the mountain.

However, this wants to make her feel hatred? Too underestimated her.

The old man froze and looked at her. "From last night to this day, you walked for five full hours, your feet were worn out. Since last night, there was no dripping. You almost fainted and fell down the cliff. No complaints at all? "

Xia Ling couldn't stand the old man. She looked at the old man with a strange tone.

"Master, don't you mean that Xiu Xian is especially hard-working all the way, I can't eat this bitter bitter, what else do I fix?"

"That's not ... you're a nun." The old man was blocked again, only to whisper himself.

In this world of male and female cultivation, there are as many female monks as there are jewels in the sand.

For Yunshan, who is a male practitioner up and down the mountain, it is the only one in their door.

The congenital single-line fire and single-spirit roots, although they have had love in the ordinary world, are still fully qualified. Duanxi is pulled out and put in any sect, and he has to be held in the palm of his hand as an eyeball.

Not to mention--

Yunshan is far worse than it was.

The old man sighed, knowing the status quo of Xiuxian Realm, so that when he saw the nuns, he felt extraordinarily delicate, and he was even reluctant to endure this bitterness.

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When Xia Ling walked on the mountain road, he could feel the extra strong aura beside him.

The top of Yunshan, the Yunshan faction, was the end of her trip.

Walking on the mountain road, while dragging his tired body, while feeling his sweat soaked through the thin shirt, the bones carried the heavy pressure, and the extreme refreshment of each step was sour and itchy.

It seemed that she hadn't felt it for a long time.

Instinctively, Xia Ling transported an aura to his tired limbs.

The old man accepted her as an apprentice and hadn't taught her anything, but she thought so much that an aura started from Dantian and walked through the meridians of Xia Ling with ease, just like Xia Ling had practiced numerous times.

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Erlang Zhenjun apprentice x Master Xiaotian dog.

Years later, Yang Yan ticked someone's chin, thoughtfully.

"I heard that when you were my master, you wanted to pressure me?"

(End of this chapter)