Chapter 1090: Immortal Xia Is A Little Salty (4)

Xia Ling said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, I was just taken up the mountain and hadn't seen the complete picture of the Yunshan faction. He appeared directly at the foot of Yunshan Mountain.

Xiao Xuanlin gritted his teeth and climbed up step by step.

One night later, dawn dawned, and on the Wanshan stairs, someone came to realize!

Xia Ling: "This foundation building method is

After you have perfected your spiritual skills, you will refine the gas in January of that year and build the foundation in March. You are a disciple of the teacher, and you are no less good than a teacher. "

For two and a half months, Xuan Lin built the foundation. ,

Xia Ling took Xuan Lin into the stone room.

There are many books in the stone room, half of which are bamboo books and jade bamboo slips. Xuan Lin, ten years old, stands under the mountain of this book, as small as a drop in the ocean.

Xia Ling: "It took five years for the teacher to understand all the books here. From left to right, from simple to difficult, you are a disciple for the teacher ..."

Xuan Lin: "Yes, the disciples should not insult the teacher."

Xia Ling's gaze fell on the gloomy disciple, paused, and moved away.

"Well, go in."

Xuan Lin spent sleeping and forgetting in the stone room. The days of cultivation are unknown, but it is five years later.

The door of Shishi boomed open from the inside.

Xuan Lin, a blue robe, stepped out from the inside.

If his face was duanyu, a long hair was turned into a bun, and Qingjun's face was slightly visible on his chin, and a flesh-colored gap in the middle of the clear and full forehead was faintly visible.

Five years later, the ten-year-old child of that year also grew into a fifteen-year-old boy.

Xia Lingpan sat in the stone room, meditating without incident, and suddenly felt that the enchantment was broken, and she opened her eyes.

Outside the door, waiting was her apprentice with a bad qualification.

Fifteen years old, in the early days of Dandan, Xuan Lin has been practicing immortality for five years.

There was a faint smile in her eyes, and Xia Ling stood up and went out to the door, but the smile was tense, and her beautiful face looked calm and indifferent.

She pushed open the door.

"Xuan Lin has a good heart now."

"Master." Xuan Lin held his fist and watched the nun.

Since he started, he hasn't even seen the name of the nun, this Yunshan faction, and Duan Feng, so he was thrown to practice.

The only thing that sustains his cultivation is the burning hatred in his heart.

The nun's sentence is through his mind?

Xuan Lin's heart was tight. In the end, he was a half-large boy. Even if the city government was a little heavier than others, he couldn't help but feel hesitant to this fairy who could affect his destiny.

Xia Ling: "Three years and three months, I have learned all the classics of Shishi, and practiced for the rest of the year and ten months. Xuan Lin is very clever and young, knowing that she can no longer go past my master , Annoy me? "

"Xuan Lin didn't dare." Xuan Lin said anxiously, her hair tight.

"Dare you dare, or dare not admit it?" Xia Ling pinched the teenager's cheek.

What she could see in front of her eyes was the deformed outline of a teenager who was pinched by her. That Qingjun's face was pinched into a ridiculous shape by her, her mouth pursed, and her pink lips were like a duck in a stubborn state.

Xuan Lin was silent.

When he lowered his eyes and covered his trembling and hateful look, Xia Ling looked at the top of his head with a bun, and laughed silently.

This smile is like a spring flower blooming on the face of Nu Xiu Xiu Mei. The sudden melting of snow and ice is a beauty never seen in the Yunshan School. Unfortunately, the teenager who never looked up never saw the smile of Nu Xiu.

Xia Ling possessed the original owner, and loved Erlang Zhenjun. He secretly fell in love with him for thousands of years and finally got the chance to be able to have a relationship with Erlang Zhenjun. This character is also a bit distorted.

(End of this chapter)