Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

"Cultivation begins with time management (

Ling Yunpo stood on the bank of the river, and the more he looked at it, the more frightening he felt.

To be honest, when I fought against Senior Sister An, I just felt that Senior Sister was very strong and powerful.

Now that I saw the pile of corpses all over the floor, I realized that Senior Sister An's title of "Cow Sword Fairy" was not created by winning.

It was murdered!

Recalling that I occasionally teased my senior sister on purpose, that is, relying on her love for my junior brother, or she would have killed her long ago.

Ling Yunpo pondered silently, and suddenly saw a figure running across the river bank.

"Senior brother!"

An Zhisu exclaimed in surprise, and regardless of the rush of the river in front of him, he stepped into the water and rushed to the shore in an instant, hugging his junior brother tightly.

Ling Yunpo was suffocated by her hug and wanted to struggle, but he remembered the death of the corpses... To be precise, it was reflected in the death of the corpses. Senior sister could not find her anxiety and helplessness. Immediately, he let her hug him honestly.

"It's fine, it's fine." An Zhisu hugged him in his arms, touched and touched, and after confirming that he was safe, he carefully released him and wiped the corners of his tearful eyes.

"Senior sister, what do you think I can do?" Ling Yunpo asked with a smile.

"In your physical state, what can't happen?" An Zhisu sternly reprimanded him, "Even if you come to a cultivator of the pulp-washing level, he might be able to kidnap you!"

"Senior sister, the poison in my body is gone." Ling Yunpo said with a smile.

"It's gone?" An Zhisu grabbed his right hand and asked, "Why is it gone?"

"I don't know." Ling Yunpo resorted to scratching the back of his head, "When Misty Forest woke up, he found that all the turbid qi in his body was gone."

It is impossible for anyone to believe this nonsense, but An Zhisu has no doubts for three reasons:

The first is the doting and trust of the elder sister and the younger brother; the second is Ling Yunpo's unyielding temperament; the third is the natural sword heart's favor for the natural sword bone.

The three are superimposed, even if Ling Yunpo pointed at a deer demon and said, "This is a horse demon," Senior Sister An would probably just nod and say, "Ah, yes, yes."

What the younger brother said must be right, if it's wrong... so what? But it must not let the younger brother feel cold.

The two talked to each other for a while, and then An Zhisu took out the sand pen and began to communicate with Guan Shanyue.

Soon, everyone reunited in Lixi Town.

Duan Fenhai and Lin Duanshan both looked a little bad. After all, everyone searched for a long time in the 100,000-strong mountain, and the demon cultivators also killed a lot of them. Depressed feelings can be imagined.

Guan Shanyue has a higher EQ, pulling Ling Yunpo to take care of her, and saying some tea words such as "How is your body?", "What happened?" Tea language, An Zhisu's eyes twitched with anger, and he couldn't help touching the hilt of the Feiyan Sword.

Closer to home, this southern expedition to the 100,000 Mountains is 80% over here.

Langgan Cave also drank the stone milk, and the Misty Forest went to pass out, and everyone did not ask each other whether their cultivation had increased.

What if it grew? What if it doesn't grow? Anyway, it's all the cultivation of others.

More importantly, in the next sword-seeking operation, the ancestors of the Guan family will take everyone to the East Emperor Realm Gate!

If the Sun Zhenmei Sword can be obtained, then whether it is the reward of the Shangqingguan in Shushan or the Longyouguan family, it is definitely more than thirty years of Zifu's skill.

Of course, there is little hope in this regard... But in the end, I have to try my best.

After a period of repairs in Lixi Town, everyone finally received the summoning order from the ancestors of the Guan family.

Due to the need to go deep into the 100,000-strong mountain and travel to the gate of the East Emperor's Realm, the Shushan Sword Immortals participating in this operation will not be too low in cultivation.

Lin Ling, Duan Guan An, the top five seats on the Immortal Sword Ranking, is the representative of the Foundation Establishment Realm; there are several other Jindan masters, several Yuanying elders, and most of them are swordsmen from the Longxi Guan family.

Yujing's headmaster didn't come. It is estimated that it was because he found that the magic monks in the Hundred Thousand Mountains were all trash. They didn't know where their high-level main force went, so they nested in Shushan to guard against sneak attacks.

Although the depths of the 100,000-strong mountain are dangerous, the immortal Guanjia Patriarch is sitting in town, and there are no dangers along the way.

Most of the monsters consciously retreated far away after sensing the unreserved breath released by this immortal.

After traveling for several days, everyone finally arrived at the East Emperor Realm Gate.

The East Emperor's Jiemen Gate is located in an extremely wide valley, nearly a thousand feet high and a hundred feet wide. It is made of some kind of white stone-like material.

No one knows who made this thing, but it is estimated that its history is older than what the world of self-cultivation knows, probably not later than Nuwa mending the sky.

Ling Yunpo asked about Kunlun Mirror and Qingping Sword, but this mirror and sword could not be explained clearly.

Passing through the mountain pass and entering the valley, there is a hot and poisonous gas blowing towards the face from far away.

"That is the true fire of the sun triggered by the true sword of the sun." The ancestor of the Guan family looked at the endless flames in the distance and sighed, "Even the immortals would not dare to go deep into it, otherwise they would be in danger of falling."

"You continue along the mountain road, and you can see a stone tablet with the word 'East Emperor' engraved on it."

"Come over the stone tablet and continue straight to the gate until you see a boiling spring."

"Stop beside the spring, and talk to Ouyang Zhao in the distance. Set up a relationship, set conditions, and talk about feelings... Any method can be tried, as long as he can agree to hand over the Sun Zhenmei Sword."

"Who do you plan to go first?"

"Why don't I go first." Guan Shanyue said with a smile.

"Okay." The ancestor of the Guan family waved his hand and let go.

So Guan Shanyue began to move forward and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

In less than an hour, Guan Shanyue returned, and his hands were naturally empty.

"How?" The ancestor of the Guan family asked calmly~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I told him that I understood his feelings for Yin Xiaojing. " Guan Shanyue replied, "He asked me a question. "

"what is the problem?"

"Have you ever liked anyone?"

"How did you answer?" Guan's ancestor frowned and asked.

"I answered yes. After making up a name, he will ignore me." Guan Shanyue's face was not disappointed, but a thoughtful look.

The second one I tried in the past was a real Jin Dan from the Guan family. Before leaving, the ancestor of the Guan family specially instructed him to "play according to the manuscript prepared in advance".

Soon, the real Jindan returned, and he shook his head with the ancestor of the Guan family from afar:

"He ignored me the whole time."

The ancestor of the Guan family nodded when he heard the words, and there was no loss on his face.

He had to come every few years anyway, and he was used to failure.

"An Zhisu." The ancestor of the Guan family suddenly said, "Would you like to try it?"

"Me?" An Zhisu asked in surprise.

"That's right." The ancestor of the Guan family said, "You are a woman, and you are cultivating inquiries. Let's see if it can evoke his memories of Yin Xiaojing."

"What do I need to say?" An Zhisu was a little at a loss.

"You... Forget it, it's not good for you to play." The ancestor of the Guan family sighed, obviously impressed by the low emotional intelligence of this grass-cutting sword fairy, "Just play with your true colors, talk whatever you want, think about it. Talk about anything, and let him make conditions."

After about an hour, An Zhisu returned from a distance, with his hands still empty.

"How?" Guan's ancestor asked, "Did he agree?"

"No." An Zhisu shook his head.

"What did you say?" The ancestor of the Guan family continued to ask.

"I scolded him." An Zhisu replied.