The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Xia Ling said lightly.

As soon as she finished speaking, Xuan Lin, who had just been brought up the mountain and had yet to see the entire Yunshan sect, appeared directly at the foot of Yunshan Mountain.

Little Xuan Lin gritted his teeth and climbed up one step at a time.

One night later, dawn broke. On the ten thousand steps of Yunshan Mountain, someone had an epiphany!

Xia Ling said, "this foundation establishment method is... "

"The spirit technique that I perfected. Back then, I cultivated Qi in one month and built my foundation in three months. You are my disciple, so you shouldn't be inferior to me. "

Two and a half months later, Xuan Lin built his foundation. "..."

Xia Ling brought Xuan Lin into the stone room.

There were many books in the stone room. Half of the stone room was filled with bamboo scrolls and jade slips. The ten-year-old Xuan Lin stood at the foot of this mountain of books. He was as small as a grain of sand in the vast ocean.

Xia Ling said, "I spent five years memorizing all the books here. From left to right, from simple to difficult. You are my disciple... "

Xuan Lin said, "Yes, I will not disappoint you. "

Xia Ling's gaze fell on this disciple with a gloomy temperament. She paused for a moment and moved away.

"Mm, let's go in. "

Xuan Lin had spent all his time in the stone room, forsaking sleep and food. The days of his cultivation were unknown, and in the blink of an eye, five years had passed.

The door of the stone room opened with a bang.

Xuan Lin, who was dressed in a green robe, stepped out.

His face was as fair as jade, and his long hair was tied into a bun. His handsome face was slightly visible on his chin, and a flesh-colored crack could be vaguely seen in the middle of his clear and full forehead.

Five years had passed, and the ten-year-old child from that year had also grown into a fifteen-year-old youth.

Xia Ling sat cross-legged in the stone room, meditating when she had nothing better to do. Suddenly, she sensed that the enchantment had been broken, and she opened her eyes.

Outside the door was her heaven-defying disciple.

Fifteen years old, early core formation stage. Xuan Lin had only cultivated for five years, and the cultivation he had gained from eating pills was not even as fast as his?

A faint smile flashed across her eyes. Xia Ling stood up and walked out. When she reached the door, her smile was taut, and her beautiful face appeared calm and indifferent.

She pushed the door open.

"Xuan Lin's temperament is quite good now. "

"Master. " Xuan Lin cupped his fists and looked at the female cultivator.

Since he entered the sect, he had not even seen the name of the female cultivator, what this Yunshan sect and Duan Feng looked like. He had been thrown away to cultivate.

The only thing that supported him to continue cultivating was the burning hatred in his heart.

Did the female cultivator see through his thoughts with this sentence?

Xuan Lin's heart tightened. After all, he was still a teenager. Even if he was more shrewd than others, he could not help but feel anxious when faced with this immortal who could influence his fate.

Xia Ling: "three years, three months. I have memorized all the ancient records in the stone room. For the remaining one year and ten months, I will focus on cultivating. Xuan Lin is still young, but he is very intelligent and insightful. He knows that he can not surpass me as his master again. Does this make me unhappy? "

"Xuan Lin doesn't dare. " Xuan Lin's heart tightened as he said anxiously.

"Do you not dare, or do you not dare to admit it? " Xia Ling pinched the youth's cheek.

What she could see in front of her eyes was the contours of the youth who had been pinched by her until he was deformed. That handsome face was pinched into a laughable shape by her. His mouth was pouted, and his tender and thin lips were like those innocent and charming ducks.

Xuan Lin fell silent.

When he lowered his eyes and covered his shocked and resentful expression, Xia Ling looked at the top of his head that was tied up in a bun and could not help but laugh silently again.

This smile was like a spring flower blooming on the beautiful face of the female cultivator. The instant ice and snow melted was a beautiful sight that even the Yunshan sect had never seen before. It was a pity that the young man who had never raised his head had never seen the smile of the female cultivator.

Xia Ling possessed the original owner and liked true Lord Erlang. She had been secretly in love with him for thousands of years. Finally, she got the chance to be intimate with true Lord Erlang. This character of hers was probably a little twisted.