diskusbooks Chapter 463 Teaching Disciples
Chapter 463 Teaching Disciples
Xue'er nodded obediently, then sat cross-legged on the spot and practiced the Forget Love Technique for a full cycle.
The first level of the Forget Love Technique is not difficult, but compared to the progress of practicing the technique, Bai Lan cares more about the effect after practicing the technique.
"good."
After Bai Lan finished speaking, he disguised himself as Long Aotian, and a familiar one-sided evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This action instead cheered up the old ancestor Wangyou in the distance, and he frowned.
Bai Lan changed his voice and used Long Aotian's voice to talk to Xue'er: "Xue'er, look at my face, how do you feel now?"
Xue'er looked up at the face in front of her that she had always dreamed of. She was stunned for a long time, and then stood up excitedly: "Master, I, I seem to have really gotten rid of Long Aotian's evil spell!"
"What do you mean?" Bai Lan's eyes flashed with joy: "Have you already become indifferent to this face?"
The things in Fu Lao's hand are really useful! He is worthy of being Long Aotian's grandfather!
"When I saw Long Aotian before, I always wanted to rush over and hug him. Now, this feeling doesn't seem so strong..."
Bai Lan's eyes lit up: "Okay, okay, Xue'er, as long as you continue to practice, one day you will be able to completely break free from the shackles of the evil magic that Long Aotian has imposed on you."
Since the first level of the Forget Love Art is effective, why not try to let Xue'er practice to the second level, strengthen it and then stop practicing, so as to avoid a recurrence of the old illness in the future... At the same time, Long Aotian, who was far away in the boundless sea, felt a pang in his heart. For some reason, he felt in a trance that he seemed to have lost something again, but this feeling was not unfamiliar, he was used to it.
However, what Master Bai Lan and his disciple said left Ancestor Wangyou confused in the distance.
What does that mean? Could it be that Xue'er was previously under the influence of some evil magic, which made her so obsessed with that wild boy of unknown origin? He had wrongly accused Xue'er...
Is there any illusion in this world that a Yuanying-level master like him can't see through? ! ?
"Master, I have already established my foundation. In the future, can I go out with you to gain experience and lend a helping hand to you in fighting against the evil monks?" Xue'er's eyes lit up and she spoke urgently.
"No, with your strength, you will only be torn to pieces by the demons on the battlefield." Bai Lan shook his head and responded mercilessly.
Xue'er was once a walking experience bag in Bai Lan's eyes. In Long Aotian's harem, she could only provide resources and adventures, and had no real strength. This was a fact.
"......" Xue'er lowered her head, looking depressed.
She had always thought that the master was a much gentler person than Senior Sister Nan, but she had never expected that he would speak so bluntly... But as the saying goes, a strict teacher produces excellent students, and the master must be doing this for her own good.
Seeing Xue'er getting excited again, Bai Lan shook his head slowly, took out a jade slip that he had prepared long ago, and handed it to her: "This is the Nine Palace Sword Art, a volume of heavenly magical powers, which was taught by True Lord Wu Yin of my Qingyuan Sect. Now I will pass it on to you. From now on, you must practice diligently and don't slack off."
This time, not only Ancestor Wangyou was shocked, but even Hanxuzi was shocked.
He was not shocked that Bai Lan could display heavenly-level magical powers. Qinghe had already told him about this, so naturally he also had a share of this technique.
He was just shocked that Bai Lan would be so generous to pass on this technique to Xue'er. Can such a thing as a technique be passed around casually? Xue'er is from the Qingyuan Sect, but she is also from the Xiaoyao Sect! If he doesn't pay this girl back, Hanxuzi feels that his Taoism will be unstable.
"Hmph, you, the Xiaoyao Sect, got a good deal!" Hanxuzi glanced at Wangyou coldly.
Ancestor Wangyou smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits: "Hanxu, why are you so stingy? If you are dissatisfied, you can kowtow to me right here and worship me as your master. I will definitely not mind passing on my Xiaoyao Sect's heavenly magical powers to you."
Instead of being annoyed, Hanxu frowned and began to think, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of this matter.
At the same time, Bai Lan in the distance took out three Foundation Establishment Stage puppets from his storage bag and said in a deep voice, "When you can fight three Foundation Establishment Stage puppets by yourself, you can go out and train on your own."
Xue'er's gaze slowly moved to the three Foundation Establishment Stage puppets behind Bai Lan, and she couldn't help swallowing.
Senior Sister Nan was right. She was the kind of paper-thin Foundation Establishment cultivator who could be killed by a Qi Refining cultivator who crossed over to her next level.
Now the master asked her to fight three people right away? Was this true?
"Master believes in you. When I was in the Qi Refining stage, I could beat ten puppets like this by myself. You can do it too." Bai Lan patted Xue'er's shoulder with a kind expression.
If you don’t have enough IQ, you can make up for it with strength. Even if you are strong enough, you can pass the test.
If you are not strong enough, you can only rely on your brain, set up the formation in advance, poison, defeat the enemy one by one, etc. As long as you can defeat the enemy, it is a good strategy.
Someone like her would never do such beautiful things as holding her disciple in her arms while practicing swordplay with leaves and flowers flying around in circles.
Someday she would have to find a way to send Xue'er to the land of magic to train for a few years, so that she could experience the intrigues among the monks and understand what the evil of human nature is.
This is how you teach your apprentices! Without hard work and practice, how can you become a great person?
"Okay, okay!" The old man clapped his hands and laughed three times, then walked in slowly.
The sudden appearance of Forget-Your-Sorrow Patriarch carrying the reverberation was all within Bai Lan's expectations, but it scared Xue'er who was beside her.
"Grandfather, grandpa, why are you here?" Xue'er looked surprised and happy, but she had just had a fight with her grandfather because of Long Aotian half a year ago, and now she didn't dare to be as close to Wangyouzi as before.
Wangyouzi sneered, "Of course I heard that my little leaky little cotton-padded jacket had taken a disciple from some damn Qingyuan Sect genius who was in the Jindan stage. As a grandfather, I was afraid that you would be kidnapped by those wild boys of unknown origin, so I rushed to see you without stopping."
Xue'er was moved and sad when she heard this: "I'm sorry, Grandfather, it was all Xue'er's fault before. Xue'er shouldn't have said those words because of Long Aotian..."
When Wangyou Zhenren's ears moved, he felt greatly comforted.
If it were in the past, Xue'er would definitely say: "Grandpa! He is not some bad boy, he is my brother Aotian, my only brother Aotian!"
Now he actually apologized to his heartbroken grandfather.
His gaze slowly moved to Bai Lan beside him, and Wang Youzi's gentle eyes suddenly became serious, and he circled around her.
“Haha, an early stage Jindan cultivator before the age of thirty is indeed a rare genius in the world.” After saying that, a blue light flashed in Ancestor Wangyou’s eyes, and the next moment, the pressure of a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator poured out.
Bai Lan subconsciously saved the game on the spot, but found that the pressure that befell her did not cause any harm to her.
A thousand-foot-tall figure condensed by divine consciousness suddenly appeared in front of him. Wangyouzi's figure rose from the ground, his eyes flashing blue light, like an ancient god.
The surrounding heaven and earth also turned into clouds and mist. The people who were enveloped by Wangyouzi's spiritual consciousness seemed to be able to only look up at the extremely powerful figure.