Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Qiao Long had a fight with An Xian.

An Xian won, but he was a little displeased.

"Qiao Qiao," An Xian said earnestly, "Don't always worry about hurting me. If you can't do it, you will be cruel, and you will deceive people. Winning is the purpose of the fight. Others It doesn't matter!"

Qiao Long stopped arguing with her about this kind of issue, but said indifferently: "Okay, let's continue."

An Xian put down the sword, sat next to him, and told her apprentice about her great achievements in those years.

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After An Xian came to Kun-Lai, they entered the outer door together. Kun-Lai was only a hundred years old, there were not many teachers, and there were only one or two Feilai Peak. They were beginners who learned the most basic Qi training. Mind method, while learning all kinds of scriptures and meanings, this is the most basic test.

For her active nature, this is simply more terrifying than swimming across Huanjiang.

But no matter how horrible they are, An Xian has to bite the bullet and learn this thing. Fortunately, when nothing happens, the teacher will teach them some swordsmanship, which is regarded as entertainment.

An Xian's talent in swordsmanship was so terrible that it only took half a year to hollow out the teacher. Later, when I met, they all let her play.

Recognition is not difficult, and An Xian will pass the things that he memorizes by rote.

But writing the article simply killed her.

If this continues, seeing that it is about to hang up, An Xian has to think of other ideas and find a foreign aid.

Her gaze fell on her deskmate. It was a pale, sick and weak teenager. He was gentle and beautiful. He was quiet and spoke very little on weekdays, but An Xian had heard his voice. It was very nice. Yes, there is a charm that she can't describe, which makes people feel very comfortable.

The most important thing is that he is very good at homework, almost always the top spot.

So that night, the student An Xian stopped the student named Xie Chuandeng and asked for one-on-one tuition.

The boy declined.

An Xian naturally quit. She rolled up her sleeves and would use force to suppress it. However, what she did not expect was that after hiding for several times without getting rid of her, the tender and sick teenager turned around decisively and hit the ground twice. So he beat An Xian on the ground.

However, An Xian, who was the disciple Xiaobawang of this issue, would relax if he was beaten. On the contrary, it aroused her reasons to ask him to learn from him. Whenever she has free time, she thinks about the reason for losing, and then she prints her certificate. Once a day, but according to three meals, anyway, idle is idle.

When encountering An Xian asking for help again, Xie Chuandeng bowed his head first and bent down: "Sister An, I don't think I'm an opponent. Please raise your hand and forgive me."

"Okay, as long as you help me through the article writing level, I won't call you to fight!" An Xian agreed very happily.

Xie Chuandeng is a very good-talking and serious teenager, but An Xian he met.

"Little Master, this'Tao can be Tao is very Tao' is very unreasonable," An Xian always has a lot of misconceptions when encountering problems, "If it can be said that it is not Tao, then what are we learning?"

"This is a strong name for preaching. Everyone learns different ways. There are always omissions in the text, so it is passed on from master to disciple." Xie Chuandeng was able to explain to him carefully at this time.

"That's the nameless, the beginning of all things; the famous, the mother of all things" is also very strange, whether there is and is not related to all things? If all things don't exist, how can they arise out of nothing? If they exist in the first place, then and Doesn't it matter if you don't have it? Can't you just say it directly?" The teacher in the school was very busy, and the explanation was not easy to understand. An Xian naturally caught the opportunity and would not let it go.

"This is a kind of cognition, whether it is text or formation, it is a summary of all things, so that we can better understand all things," Xie Chuandeng wrote the word sun and moon on the table and explained the symbols. The two evolutions of writing and writing, and then said, "Everything grows and has its own laws, and my generation of cultivation is born from this, so there is the sentence you asked, the relationship between nothing and being."

An Xian understands a little bit, and was about to continue asking other questions, so she listened to Xie Chuandeng said: "It's been a hard day, so why don't you go back to rest first, and then learn it tomorrow."

"Okay! Take a break, let's have a fight!" An Xian put down the book and moved her muscles and bones with joy.

"No!" Xie Chuandeng's voice suddenly screamed, and then weakly, "The exam is approaching, why are you so lazy, what should you do if you can't pass it, do you want to jump off the cliff? Bring the book back and memorize it!"

"Everything makes sense to you." An Xian glanced at him and took the book back.

...

A famous teacher taught that it was different. An Xian finally passed the assessment at the end of the term. She and Xie Chuandeng breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

But the article was just the beginning. Later, the basic Fu Dao Array Dao Dan Dao came over together.

An Xian turned around and found Xie Chuandeng again.

In those ten years, Xie Chuandeng's life was in desperation.

After the ascension ceremony, An Xian bought two jars of good wine, which was a thank you to the little master for his help along the way.

That night, they leaned on the green pine on the eagle's beak cliff, holding the jar to toast.

"Which peak are you going?" Xie Chuandeng asked with a smile thinking that he could finally escape the sea of ​​suffering.

"Master Yan has selected me into Jianfeng," An Xian said happily, "I also asked him for a life pill. When I go back next time I choose the dragon and choose the phoenix, he can be cured."

That "he" was An Xian's fiancé back then. There are countless healing potions, and there are also potions for regeneration of broken arms. If you can, if you can, if you can protect the family, it will be considered as the kind of acceptance that year.

"Congratulations." Xie Chuandeng raised the altar.

"What about you, has Tai Yifeng passed?" An Xianzhi Chuan Deng wanted to enter Tai Yifeng. His obsession with Fu Zhen was not lost to his obsession with swords.

"It's almost a bit," Xie Chuandeng was slightly lost. "For math, I have to take another exam."

"Why do you have to go to Taiyifeng?" An Xian persuaded, "I think when you were at the outer door, you obviously liked the medical practice. Uncle Bai said that you are very talented."

"What you like is not necessarily what you are good at." Xie Chuandeng's expression was slightly gloomy, "Sometimes life is like this, it's hard to get what you want."

"You always make sense." An Xian looked at Mingyue in the distance, and said leisurely, "Although I don't understand why you always seem to be upset, if you need it later, just ask me."

"Okay," Xie Chuandeng smiled slightly when he heard An Xian's seriousness.

He usually has a sick look on his face, and seems lifeless, but now Yuexia’s smile has made An Xian feel very emotional, and only then discovered that his appearance is extremely handsome and handsome, but he is usually covered with that sad complexion, let People can't notice it.

An Xian can’t help but jokingly say: "I can't see that your color is so good. Anyway, you and I have been together for many years. How about marrying me?"

Xie Chuandeng was startled, and there seemed to be a lot of tension in his expression: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Where is the nonsense?" An Xian joked, "What's wrong with me?"

"I already have a family!" Xie Chuandeng said immediately, "By the way, I got married before going up the mountain, and I have a son, please let me go!"

"It's a lie?" An Xian said inexplicably, "You haven't mentioned it in the past ten years. With your personality, you really have a wife and son. At least you will ask Fire Eagle to send something back. Forget it, I'm kidding. , Don't be so nervous."

Is she so terrible, saying that marrying him can make people lie.

Xie Chuandeng frowned slightly and said, "Don't be jokes about this kind of life-threatening event."

"Life is at stake?" An Xian was taken aback.

Xie Chuandeng was about to speak, but suddenly fell from his chest to a human-shaped white jade pendant. He was grabbed by his eyes and quickly and put it back in his arms. With this, he had a sharp wound on his hand. , A few bones can be seen.

"Your hand is hurt." An Xian took out the wound medicine, "Your jade pendant is very powerful..."

"Axian, shut up." Xie Chuandeng refused the medicine, his injured finger tightly covered the jade pendant, and more blood oozing out of his fingers, he sighed, "Auntie, you almost died just now. ——Forget it, I have to go back to make up the exam and see you next time."

He walked too fast, and An Xian did not catch him.

"Well, that's how I graduated from the outer door." An Xian shrugged a little bit. In order for Feilaifeng to infiltrate Kun-Lai by abandoning his cultivation base, he is also preparing to clear the door.

"You must have gone." Qiao Long simply marveled at her courage, there was nothing in the world he dared not dare.

"When I went, he was already dead," An Xian took a sip of wine. "When I went there, he even left a letter. I really wanted to kill him."

"In the second generation of Kun-Lai, the most exciting thing in life, I am afraid it is you." Qiao Taki said lightly.

"Normally," An Xian smiled slightly, "I want to know what else, and I'll tell you another fight."

"I know most of what happened to you later, and I don't want to listen to you," Qiao Taki stood up and held her delicate hand that stretched out to another jar of fine wine, "Stop drinking."

"Not drunk again." An Xian pushed his hand away and snatched it.

Qiao Long leaned down, looked at her seriously, and then kissed her.

An Xian froze.

Qiao Long successfully drew away the wine, turned and left, hiding his merit and fame deeply.

The author has something to say: Fanwai should be almost done, is there anything else that hasn't been written?

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