บท 1208: Xianxia 1387 was a little salty

นักเขียน: Thirteen pure ones เครื่องแปลภาษา

The clouds were misty, and the mountain path was rugged.

A winding path led to the peak of the mountain, and halfway up the mountain, a slender figure was particularly eye-catching.

Behind her staggering back, a thin old man looked at her. He was neither too far nor too close, and just like that, he took three steps away from the woman.

Although the old man's attire was somewhat sloppy, if one looked closely at him, there was an ethereal gap between the tips of his feet under the coarse cloth shoes and the rugged mountain path. As he walked, his feet did not touch the ground at all.

"good disciple, you can do your best and walk. You will reach the end soon. When you reach our Yunshan, you will be the eldest senior sister of Yunshan in the future. You can beat those useless junior brothers however you want, and you can use them to vent the anger in your heart. "

"Master, I don't have any anger. " Xia Ling took a step forward and panted as she said.

The old man said, "how can there be no anger? The mountain path is so long. I could have let you fly up directly, but I let you step on it step by step. Don't you hate it? "

"Why should I hate it? It's just a mountain road. " Xia Ling leaned against the Steep Mountain rock beside her and took another breath. She opened her mouth and exhaled white air.

Her body had started climbing the mountain last night, and by this time, she almost fell down the mountain road because of fatigue.

The old man protected her, and when this body woke up, it was not the original owner but Xia Ling.

Calmly accepting the fact that she had come to an unfamiliar world, Xia Ling's mind was empty. Other than Hai Hai Hai, other than the system, she could not remember anything else.

She could remember that she seemed to be a person who could endure hardships. She had suffered quite a bit on this little mountain path.

However, was this going to make her feel resentful She had underestimated her.

The old man choked and looked at her. "from last night to today, you walked for a full 10 hours. The soles of your feet were worn out. From last night onwards, not even a drop of water was left. You nearly fainted from exhaustion and fell off the cliff for all eternity. You don't resent this kind of suffering at all? "

Xia Ling could not stand the old man's nagging. She looked at the old man and spoke in a strange tone.

"Master, didn't you say that the path of immortal cultivation is especially tough? If I can't even bear this bit of hardship, why should I cultivate? "

"Isn't that... you're a female cultivator. " The old man was blocked again, and only then did he softly refute himself ...

In this cultivation world where there were more men and fewer women, the number of female cultivators was like a treasure in the sand.

And for Yun Shan, whose entire mountain was filled with male cultivators, the moment Duan Xi came, she was the only seedling in their sect.

An innate single-elemental fire single-spirit root, although there had been love affairs in the mortal world, was still a little bit of talent. If Duan Xi were to be placed in any sect, she would be held in the palm of the hand as an eyeball.

Moreover..

Yun Shan was now far from what it was in the past.

The old man sighed. He was well aware of the current situation in the immortal cultivation world. When he saw female cultivators, he felt especially delicate. Even Duan Xi had to endure this bit of hardship, and he was somewhat reluctant to part with her.

Xia Ling walked on the mountain road, and she could feel the exceptionally dense spiritual energy beside her.

On the peak of Yun Shan, Yun Shan sect was the end of her trip.

Walking on the mountain road, she dragged her exhausted body while feeling the extreme pleasure of her sweat soaking through her thin clothes, her bones shouldering the huge pressure, and every step she took was sour and itchy.

This feeling, this pleasure of squeezing herself with all her might, it felt like she had not felt it for a long time.

Instinctively, Xia Ling channeled a stream of spiritual energy towards her exhausted limbs and bones.

The old man had taken her as his disciple and had not taught her anything, but with this thought, a stream of spiritual energy rose from her Dantian and passed through Xia Ling's Meridians with ease, just like how Xia Ling had practiced countless times before.

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