My Girlfriend And I Transmigrated

The noon sun shone among the mountains of Lingyun Xianzong.

Under the azure blue sky, Shen Qingxuan in the green bamboo garden was holding a book of travel journals and constantly flipping through them.

While watching, silently recite the above content.

The broken Qingying ancient sword, lying peacefully beside her, seemed to be shaking slightly.

Because of the resonance brought by Qingying's ancient sword, Shen Qingxuan can see the secrets of the blood sword that emerged in this travel journal.

But there are too many.

She made a slight estimation. Judging from the amount of words on it, the improved version of "Refining the Devil's Blood Sword" created by Ying Qiuchan has at least 50,000 words.

50,000 words!

Her husband Luo Jingyuan was in the Soul Refinement Sect, and he couldn't give him the secrets. And even if it was handed over to Luo Jing, without the resonance of Qingying Ancient Sword, Luo Jing could not see the secrets above.

Therefore, this secret can only be memorized by Shen Qingxuan and taught to Luo Jing in a dream.

To be honest, it's very tiring.

But she didn't feel tired because of the endorsement.

As a standard liberal arts student, endorsement has already formed an instinct after years of tempering.

Although she had to endorse the fact that she had traveled to the world of Xianxia, ​​it was somewhat outrageous, and it was fundamentally different from the Xianxia life she imagined.

But the physical strengthening brought by the Transcendent Realm strengthened her memory.

The 2,000 words in the first volume of "Refining the Devil's Blood Sword" took only two hours last night to memorize and teach Luo Jing in a dream.

Then, she felt the pain.

The pain comes from Luo Jing.

...Damn science students, is it so difficult to endorse!

Just like she is a standard liberal arts student, Luo Jing is a standard science student, and she is a little more serious.

According to Luo Jing's confession, when he took the college entrance examination, he scored more than 130 marks in mathematics, but barely passed the language test.

"Endorsement? Why do I need to endorse when I arrive in the Xianxia world!"

Luo Jing, who was in a dream last night, let out such a wailing.

The three-hour dream meeting, the first volume of the 2,000-word Demon Blood Sword, Luo Jing only memorized half of the content, barely remembering the steps of the first sword refining.

It made her feel the pain.

After all, you are also a monk in the transcendence realm, and your brain has been strengthened. Why is your memory so outrageous?

In three hours, one thousand words can be recited to death.

She felt like she was facing an elm head, the kind that didn't know how to teach it.

But Luo Jing was righteous.

"What's so great about an endorsement? It's better to do a question if you have the ability!"

"You scum who only scored 70 points in the college entrance examination math test!"

These words gave Shen Qingxuan a crit on the spot.

But what can be done? Life has to go on, and books have to be memorized.

Shen Qingxuan just had a headache. Luo Jing had difficulty reciting even a thousand words. How long would it take to learn the entire "Blood Sword of Refining"?

Even Shen Qingxuan felt a headache just thinking about the 50,000-word recitation. For her husband Luo Jing's elm head, it was definitely a nightmare level of difficulty.

"Why are cultivators so extraordinary and need an endorsement?"

Shen Qingxuan, who was sitting in front of the bamboo house, sighed dejectedly: "Isn't there any elixir that can quickly increase memory?"

Shen Qingxuan's voice fell, and the little girl's voice sounded not far away.

"That kind of medicine doesn't exist in the Immortal Sect, but many people use it in the magic way. Why do you suddenly want to strengthen your memory, Qingxuan?"

The sloppy Xie Xingyao walked into the Green Bamboo Garden with her big gourd on her back.

She asked curiously, "Are you endorsing?"

Under the sun, Shen Qingxuan looked at the master in front of him, with a disheveled face, a messy dress, and even the tie around his waist was messy, without any aesthetic feeling, and there was eye mucus in the corners of his eyes...

The corners of Shen Qingxuan's mouth twitched, and she said, "Master, why are you... going out like this again?"

Didn't you want to dress up yesterday?

But he saw Xie Xingyao yawning lazily, and said, "Anyway, if you don't go out today, you'll be off soon. The time is just right, Qingxuan, let's start."

Master was so excited that he was about to start the spirit summoning ceremony.

However, Shen Qingxuan's scalp was numb, and she shook her head again and again.

"No, no, let's take a shower first."

Saying that, she half-forcefully dragged Master into the wooden house, fetched water, washed her face, and pressed Master to her dressing table, saying, "I'll help you a little bit."

Then she simply helped the messy-haired master, combing the hair completely, and using a hairpin to put it into a bun.

He tidied up the messy skirt again, untied the tie around the waist, and re-tied a neat and graceful double ear knot.

In the end, when she saw this little master who had a makeover and was pecked with pink and jade, Shen Qingxuan let out a long sigh of relief and felt much more comfortable.

My own master, as a practitioner, clearly has smooth skin and no blemishes on his face, which can be called a natural beauty.

But she was sloppy and sloppy, and every time she saw her toes clasped.

She is definitely not obsessive-compulsive, but she can't see the sloppy image of Master!

As an elder of the Immortal Sect, every time he is so sloppy, he has no image of an elder at all, how can he be respected!

Shen Qingxuan's first step to help Master regain her reputation starts with the change of her personal image~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Fortunately, although Master is too lazy to dress up, she does not resist Shen Qingxuan's grooming.

After sitting in front of the dressing table obediently and washing up, Xie Xingyao said lazily, "Alright, alright, can we start?"

"The summoning ceremony is very important. Let's finish it quickly so I can go back to sleep."

Xie Xingyao, who was in the late stage of the metamorphosis realm, was unexpectedly lethargic.

Shen Qingxuan is used to this.

Maybe the practice life is so boring, so sleeping is indeed the best way to pass the time.

She watched Master set up the altar in front of the green bamboo garden and lit candles and sandalwood incense.

Then, he opened the book "Tai Xu Summoning Spirit and Universal Hua Zhen Jue" that he borrowed from the Book Collection Pavilion yesterday, and said.

"Teacher, come to the altar and sit down obediently."

Xie Xingyao held up her magic gourd and said, "Now activate the magic tool and do as your teacher instructs."

"We will try to connect to Taixu Wonderland for you from now on."

"This is your first time. It may be a little painful, so bear with it."

Xie Xingyao said solemnly, "When connecting to Taixu Wonderland for the first time, the pressure on the soul will be great."

"But you have to hold on. As long as you get past the initial pain, you will feel more comfortable later."

"Get up now!"

The young master, who was only about 1.3 meters tall, stood in front of the altar holding the big gourd that was taller than her.

However, the altar is taller than her height.

Shen Qingxuan could only see the big gourd behind the altar, shaking constantly.

Then the sound of Master's chanting chanting sounded.

"Xinxiang Baoluda is innate! Rui Oi Xiangguang is in front of the seat!"

"Kunyuan is really clean, and the gods of Taixu fairyland listen to my orders! Hastily like a law!"