Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

"Second-Rank Jindan?" Whether it was Immortal Vientiane or Headmaster Xuandu, they all turned pale and asked in astonishment.

Vientiane Immortal was also unambiguous, and directly clasped his wrist, and probed into it with his consciousness.

With the blessing of the Kunlun Mirror Illusion Technique, his divine sense saw that in Luo Yan's Dantian, the true essence was like a big river, a vast soup, its power was far above the third-grade Jindan, and it was almost close to the realm of the root-seeking stage of the Jindan realm. !

"Good! Good! Good!" Vientiane Immortal laughed, "With the Dao Foundation of this second-grade Jindan, how can the Master of Tiangong not do it?"

Shi Liuli, who was next to him, was ready to make a desperate attempt at this moment, but when the situation suddenly turned around, his eyes of despair suddenly reappeared with brilliance.

Headmaster Xuandu, Linghu Chu and Liang Ruohua next to him were also delighted.

"Luo Yan, since you have been promoted to a real person and Shi Ding is no longer there, the old man will give you the dao name 'Jingyun'." Vientiane Immortal was in a happy mood, stroked his beard and said, "There is no Yuanying elder in Tiangongfang now, but there is. The two Jindan real people will inevitably be affected."

"Since you inherit the master of the Tiangong Workshop, you have to practice hard. As long as you have a baby as soon as possible, you can make the Tiangong Workshop return to its former glory, do you understand?"

"Disciple understands." Luo Yan said solemnly.

"Very good." Vientiane Immortal turned to Xuandu's headmaster, "Xuandu, the master of Tiangong is Jingyun Zhenren, you can explain it in the view... Don't forget to mention the Jindan rank."

"Yes." Headmaster Xuandu said immediately.

"Then..." Immortal Vientiane was about to say, "Then let's go first," when he suddenly remembered something, looked at Shi Liuli and said, "Xiao Liuli, what else are you doing?"

"Don't hide it from the immortal." Shi Liuli said indifferently, "There is indeed one more thing to ask the immortal."

Headmaster Xuandu turned around and wanted to leave. Hearing that, he quickly stopped, thinking to himself, this Shi Liuli's temperament has really changed a lot, and I don't know if it's good or bad.

"Come on." Vientiane Immortal nodded, "Shi Ding made a lot of credit for Guan Nei during his lifetime, and Penglai will not treat his children badly."

"Well." Shi Liuli continued with an expressionless face, "In the past, my father intended to betroth me to my junior brother... Master Jingyun, everyone in the workshop knows about this."

"After my father's funeral, I also asked the immortal to preside over the ceremony of becoming a Taoist companion for me and Jingyun."

Ah, this... Luo Yan looked at Shi Liuli in shock, only to see Miss Shi looking over at the same time, her eyebrows were slightly frowning, her eyes filled with tears. "Don't say no, okay?"

Thinking back to the fall of Shi Ding's old soldier, there is indeed a part of the reason. Without the treasure bag of heavenly craftsmanship on his body, Luo Yan's heart softened immediately, and once again looking at Shi Liuli's pitiful pretty face, he couldn't bear any prevarication. Thought to come.

oh, master...

Seeing that the two people's eyes were facing each other, Luo Yan did not refuse, the Vientiane Immortal nodded and agreed:

"Yes, Jingyun is a second-grade Jindan, and there is a basis for the old man to come forward."

The matter was settled like this, Immortal Vientiane and Headmaster Xuandu left in a hurry.

There has been rumors about the fall of Elder Shi Ding, and the two of them need to give an official statement as soon as possible to avoid the influence of public opinion.

Linghu Chu and Liang Ruohua looked at Shi Liuli and hesitated.

It is normal to cry loudly after the loss of her father, but Miss Shi is so "plain", she is probably grieved to the point of unbelievable grief, and has begun to suppress her physical instincts.

In this way, it is really easy to create flaws in the heart of the Dao and attract demons. Instead, it is better to cry happily and vent their emotions, but the two of them don't know how to persuade, so they can only turn their eyes to Luo Yan for help.

Luo Yan bit his head and said:

"Sister..."

"In the future, we will be a Taoist couple, just call me Liuli." Shi Liuli said softly, turning to look at Linghu Chu, "Eldest brother, Liuli is here, and I have an unkind request."

"You say." Linghu Chu said softly with pity in his heart.

"Before in the Tiangong workshop, Liuli was favored by his father, and he never learned any way of casting." Shi Liuli said woodenly, "Now that my father has passed away, the Tiangong workshop has changed a lot, and it will inevitably fall into the blue and yellow level in the future."

"Among the instruments, with Feijian as the head, Liuli...I want to learn to cast swords from scratch..."

"It's so good!" Linghu Chu said quickly, "My ability to forge swords originally came from my master, and now I just passed it all on to my junior sister!"

He hurriedly took out the storage bag, checked the jade slip inside, and handed it to Shi Liuli:

"The many tips for making swords, as well as my experience over the years, are all here!"

"I still have some materials in my sword-casting workshop, so I'll go back and get them all for you!"

"Sigh." Qing Pingjian suddenly sighed in Luo Yan's mind, "She grasped the timing very cleverly."

"My father was newly mourned, and my temperament has changed drastically. It's obvious that I am so sad that I can't cry at all."

"At this time, no matter who you make any request to, you can make the most of the sentimental value left by Elder Shi Ding - who would have the heart to see her like this?"

"That's not what you said." Kunlun Jing corrected it, "With Shi Liuli's character, he couldn't have done such a pretentious thing."

"The main reason is that the liver and intestines are broken and the pain is unbearable, so I have to empathize with the Tiangongfang to paralyze myself."

This mirror and sword sighed for a long time, but Luo Yan silently looked at Shi Liuli, not knowing how to speak.

Linghu Chu hurried back to Tiangong Sword Casting Workshop, Liang Ruohua also wiped away the tears and said:

"Then I'll go back first. Jing Yun, and Junior Sister, if you have anything to do next, just call me..."

Her voice paused for a moment, and suddenly she couldn't contain the grief in her heart. She rushed over and hugged the two of them tightly before turning around and leaving.

"Liu Li." Luo Yan shouted slowly.

Shi Liuli was still stunned, and after a while, she said:

"Luo Yan, Tiangongfang... Now that everything is in vain, you still need to master many things as soon as possible as the new owner of the workshop."

"Father is gone, and the many external sects and families who originally cooperated with Tiangongfang will inevitably shake their confidence in us, and then we need to appease them one by one..."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Yan hugged her tightly again.

"Liu Li," he said bitterly, "If you're sad, just cry... it'll be better to cry~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Shi Liuli rigidly let him hold her, and after a while, she was finally able to hold her. He awkwardly wraps his hands around his waist.

"Luo Yan." She said in a low voice, "My mother... when I was three years old, she died because of the failure to cross the Jie Infant Heavenly Tribulation."

"For as long as I can remember, my father has been the only one left in my life. As long as my father is there, I'm not afraid of anything."

"Now, not even my father is here..."

She hugged Luo Yan's waist tightly and buried her face in his chest.

Luo Yan could feel her trembling slightly.

Raising her head again, there were no tears on Qiaomei's face, but Luo Yan could see more and more condensed emotions in her eyes.

"Okay." Shi Liuli smiled reluctantly, "I'm going to learn to cast swords, and there is still a lot of work to do."

She took the jade slip given by Linghu Chu and walked towards the workshop.

Luo Yan stared blankly at her back, and lowered his head after a long while.

Near the robes on his chest, there is an indistinct trace.

A small, lightly damp print.