Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu held hands and intertwined their fingers, carefully moving forward in the cave.

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The air in the cave didn't feel dull, on the contrary, there was some damp water vapor, and it seemed that there was a stream of water not far away.

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Senior Sister An bit her lower lip, with a rare little daughter's expression on her face, which was completely different from the stern expression she had previously reprimanded Senior Brother Fan at the entrance of the cave.

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It's not that she is not used to holding hands with her junior brother, but in front of Lin Duanshan and Duan Fenhai, her fingers are intertwined, as if her sovereignty was declared in public, which really made her face a little unbearable.

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It's just because he protects his shortcoming, and he feels that he can't hit his junior brother, otherwise he won't get along with himself, so what should I do?

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Therefore, Senior Sister An simply lowered her gaze, looking only at the stone ground, not at Junior Brother, pretending to be nothing, and letting Ling Yunpo pull her forward.

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"Attention, you are about to step into the illusion." Kunlun Jing suddenly said.

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Ling Yunpo's spirit was refreshed, and even the small gesture of scratching his sister's palm secretly was taken aback, but he just looked forward carefully.

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After walking for a long time, there was still nothing unusual in the surroundings, until the passage in front gradually became wider.

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When the two entered the room, it turned out to be a secret room in the depths of Qingluo Peak.

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In the secret room, the long-brow immortal stood silently with his back to the two of them, and said quietly:

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"Ask for love, ask for love? Su Jian, you can even give up the Dao for the sake of a mortal? Stupid, stupid..."

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His voice was hoarse and hoarse, and Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu felt that the hairs on their entire bodies were about to stand up.

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Because the body of the long-brow immortal already exudes an extremely strong viscous killing intent that almost drowns the two of them.

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An Zhisu took a stride and stopped Ling Yunpo behind him, and the two swords of Feiyan and Hanlie quickly pulled out and stopped him in front of him.

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Ling Yun was shocked and quickly grabbed Senior Sister An's arm. He asked Kunlun Jing again in his heart:

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"A Jing! Is this immortal really an illusion? It's not some premeditated trap, right!"

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Kunlun Jing did not answer, only a long silence remained.

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Ling Yunpo gritted his teeth, thinking that the broken mirror should not lie to him.

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Otherwise, if he dies, who will help him save the world and mend the sky?

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I saw the long-brow immortal flicking his fingers silently, and the two-meter dust sword protruded from his sleeve.

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He held the silver-white hilt in his hand, as if a Confucianist was writing a pen, and turned around slowly.

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"In the past, for the sake of his so-called wife, he was able to stay in the mortal world for decades, completely abandoning his own practice." The long-brow immortal Qingqing faced the two of them, his face was neither sad nor happy, and his voice was hollow and cold, "Can he again For the sake of the so-called daughter, he was heavily ambushed but never retreated, and he didn't even spare his own life."

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"It seems that the cultivation of the sect and the support of the teachers are things that he can give up at any time and are completely unworthy of mention in his eyes."

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"The road of Taoism is originally a rugged and dangerous road. The mortal mind of the world will only hinder the cultivation of Taoists. If everyone in Shushan put the cart before the horse like Su Jian, and put their personal feelings above the Taoist cultivation, what would happen now? Do you know how many people will become babies and how many will form elixir?"

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"Qingliu is the cancer of Shushan practitioners, and it is a mistake that should have been erased long ago."

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"Su Jian is my apprentice, and I will not let him continue to go astray. You are his daughter and apprentice. If you are willing to swear by this, I will recognize you two apprentices and grandchildren."

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"What if not?" An Zhisu asked in a trembling voice, the pressure on her from Immortal Longmei was so great that she even seemed to have difficulty breathing.

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"If you're obsessed with it," said Immortal Changmei blankly, "It's okay to use your deaths to make Su Jian return to forgetfulness."

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"If the immortal killed my senior sister and I, and the master found out about it after leaving the customs, wouldn't he regard the master as an enemy?" Ling Yun gritted his teeth and said.

"So what?" The corners of Immortal Longmei's mouth curled slightly, like a sneer or a twitch, "Ask for love, as long as there is no burden to worry about, how can he ask for love?"

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"Even though he is still naive and naive, if he wants to seek revenge for his teacher, he must first improve his cultivation. Only when he becomes an immortal will he be able to defeat the teacher."

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"If there is a day when the teacher admits this mistake, why not?"

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Ling Yunpo's face twitched, feeling that this dead old man, just like the firm no-mistress party, has completely fallen into a state of inability to communicate.

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Why not a female lead? Because the heroines of some novels are not well written, other novels do not need heroines; why are they not allowed to ask about love? Because some cultivators have made mistakes, other cultivators are not allowed to practice cults.

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If Ling Yunpo was a classic debater, he would point out that this is a typical "slippery **** fallacy".

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However, it is well known that the debaters have no use for their eggs... They have knives on their necks, are you still debating with them?

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"I see." Ling Yunpo let out a low laugh, thinking that he would ask me to help Senior Sister repair this questioning flow, and said firmly, "Longmei Immortal, please let Senior Sister go, just take my life."

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"As the immortal said: To ask for love, you must have love to ask. If the person you love no longer exists in this world, how can senior sister ask for love? In this way, the immortal's wish is fulfilled, and please kill me. "

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"Junior brother can't be!" An Zhisu was shocked, and bit his lower lip, breaking through the pressure released by Immortal Changmei in pain, and roaring, "Immortal Changmei, rather than killing junior brother, you might as well kill him. I!"

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"If I want to cut off my father's mortal heart, killing the junior brother is not the best solution. As long as my daughter exists for a day, my father will think of my mother when he sees me. Killing me can kill my father's thoughts, and it can also make the junior brother give up... Please let the immortal go. Just pass my junior brother and take my life."

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Seeing Qingluofeng, the sister and brother competing to die, the long-brow immortal finally changed color and became furious:

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"Good! Good! Good! All of them are stubborn, and they don't care for their own lives. Did Shushan pour so many resources on you to make you sacrifice like this at will?"

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"Since you are begging for death like this, then I will fulfill you!"

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He raised his finger~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and pointed at Lingyun lightly, and blood spurted out of the latter's chest immediately.

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Ling Yun Po fell to the ground, his pupils were weakly scattered, and he felt that his life was passing quickly from the wound caused by the sword qi... Well, it seemed like it was real.

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"I told you it's an illusion," Kunlun Jing said.

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"Why didn't you reply to me before?" Ling Yunpo asked helplessly, at this time his body had lost control.

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"Didn't I get back to you? You don't believe it." Kunlun Jing said calmly, "I can only let you practice it yourself."

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Ling Yunpo: ………………

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I always feel that this broken mirror is getting more and more crumbly. Is it my illusion?

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On his side, he fell to the ground and "died", and saw that An Zhisu suddenly turned into a sword light, the man and the sword merged into one, and he killed the long-browed immortal like lightning!

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Then, her body suddenly flew back at the same speed, like a broken willow, and landed next to Ling Yunpo's "corpse".

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"Last chance." Immortal Changmei walked to her side, looking at An Zhisu, who was bleeding from the nose and mouth, and breathed in but not out, and said slowly, "Give up asking Qingliu, I will spare you not to die."

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An Zhisu raised his hand with difficulty, as if he wanted to hold the hilt of the sword beside him.

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But in the end, he just slowly held Ling Yunpo's already cold hand.

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