I'm the MC, Why Do I Suck at Cultivation

Chapter 4



Chapter 4

Taoist Qingyun came quickly and walked quickly.

The purpose of coming here is to tell myself that I want to inherit the position of eldest martial brother.

Elder martial brother.

Lu Changsheng rubbed his temples. He had some melancholy. It's hard to imagine what would happen if he was known that he just had his watch in vain?

I don't know whether he is poisoned by online novels or what. Lu Changsheng is very upset now.

Although his master said so much, Lu Changsheng himself understood that his master had such a high level that others did not.

He seems so excellent, I'm afraid more people are jealous of him.

Lu Changsheng sighed deeply when he thought of the sand carving plot in the WangWen novel.

"Maybe I have no talent in practice, but will I make achievements in other aspects?"

Lu Changsheng said in his heart.

In the past three years, I have been practicing and meditating every day, but it doesn't mean that everything I do is ordinary.

Naturally born, I must be useful. I am definitely not the protagonist who eats on my face.

At this point, Lu Changsheng can only think in another direction to make himself feel more comfortable.

Think again.

The world of cultivating immortals is not necessarily the best. All roads lead to immortality. From ancient times to modern times, alchemists also have immortals as their ancestors. Those who refine weapons can also leave good stories for centuries, and those who arrange arrays will last forever.

Lu Changsheng didn't believe it. He couldn't be ordinary.

This is definitely not in line with the protagonist's personal design.

"Go and try alchemy. Maybe there are other gains?"

Lu Changsheng made up his mind.

At this time, a clear voice sounded.

"Elder martial brother Changsheng!"

The sound is very pleasant. It is as green as the oriole. Perhaps it has no culture. Lu Changsheng can only use the Oriole to describe the pleasant sound.

Outside the door, a woman in purple soon walked in.

A woman's face is extremely beautiful. It's not too much to say that she likes the country and the city. Ice flesh and jade bones. The most eye-catching thing is the waist length purple hair and a pair of bright eyes. As for her figure, it's even better. Not to mention her temperament. Purple has its own nobility. Standing outside the door, it's like a fairy in nine days. It has unspeakable beauty and goodness.

This is Ziyun, the second highest true disciple of Dalai holy land. In fact, if it were not for Dalai holy land, this Ziyun would be the eldest martial sister, and all disciples in private also call it that.

"I've seen immortal Ziyun."

Lu Changsheng got up. He slowly opened his mouth and made a full ceremony, while Ziyun said in a big way: "Elder martial brother Changsheng, how many times have you said that you are the closed disciple of the leader's sect, that is, my elder martial brother. Besides, I heard my master say that the leader's uncle plans to make you the eldest martial brother, so you are my elder martial brother and I am your younger martial sister. If elder martial brother Changsheng doesn't dislike it and calls me sister Ziyun, it's not impossible. The word" real person "seems too unfamiliar."

The noble and cool purple cloud shows her daughter's posture in front of Lu Changsheng at this moment. If it is seen by outsiders, I'm afraid it will smack her tongue.

After all, the Lord, although she is Zhongzhou Shiyan, is most famous for her courage. She once went to the East China Sea alone and subdued a purple dragon as a mount. By such means, she spread all over the fairy cultivation world. Her nobility and coldness are the evaluation of the world, but now it seems so in front of Lu Changsheng.

As expected, it should be an old saying.

It's not that my sister is not delicate, but that I haven't met my sweetheart.

Lu Changsheng also knows Ziyun's feelings for himself, but the reason why he chose to be a little rusty is not that Lu Changsheng doesn't like Ziyun, but that Lu Changsheng knows his situation very well, so he doesn't dare to mess around. Especially now, it's even harder to start when he knows that his qualification is mediocre.

If the other party says he deceives her feelings and jumps the Yellow River, Lu Changsheng dares to jump. He is afraid that the other party will find trouble for himself. He doesn't mind the scum man and can't carry it with his hands and feet.

After all, Ziyun is infatuated with his appearance, not his inner self.

Alas, people who cultivate immortals are also vulgar.

"Junior sister Ziyun, what are you doing today?"

It doesn't hurt to shout, younger martial sister. In addition, Ziyun looks younger than himself, so there's nothing to say.

"Can't you come to elder martial brother Changsheng if you have nothing?" Ziyun walked into the door, but didn't sit down directly, looking a little reserved.

"Sit down." Lu Changsheng immediately greeted each other, and then personally made tea for Ziyun: "I heard that the holy land of Langya is about to open. Shouldn't younger martial sister go to prepare?"

Lu Changsheng took the lead in opening up the topic.

Ziyun sat down, took the tea cup, tasted the tea fragrance, and then said, "Langya holy land is really a big event, but I'm not in a hurry to practice in this day or two. Moreover, just because Langya holy land is imminent, I want to come and see senior brother. If I can't come back, I'll regret it all my life."

"Don't talk nonsense. Younger martial sister has high mana and is a dragon and Phoenix among people. How can she not come back?"

Lu Changsheng immediately made a noise, even with a little anger, and scolded him like a brother.

This reprimand, if anyone said that the Lord in front of him was afraid to sit down immediately, but changed to Lu Changsheng, immortal Ziyun not only didn't have any anger, on the contrary, a happy look flashed in his eyes, and then looked at Lu Changsheng and said, "senior brother Changsheng, if I really can't come back, will you miss me?"

All right, old-fashioned questions.

Although there was not much love in previous life, fortunately, Lu Changsheng did not read too much food in his previous life.

"Let's not say it's impossible. If such a thing happens, elder martial brother will plant a purple cloud tree for you, chant scriptures and pray for you, not for an afterlife, but for this world, not for becoming an immortal, but for your return in the world of mortals."

As soon as he finished, Lu Changsheng couldn't help applauding himself.

The ancients said that if you don't deceive me, knowledge is power. Reading more is always good.

Indeed, as soon as Lu Changsheng finished speaking, immortal Ziyun was stunned.

She just asked tentatively, but she never thought that her sweetheart would say such a thing.

Not to become an immortal, just to return in the world of mortals.

Xiuxian world, everyone's dream is to become an immortal.

However, Lu Changsheng would rather not become an immortal for himself than wait for his return. These sweet words made Ziyun feel numb all over. For a moment, he only felt the water mist rising in front of him. For some reason, he wanted to cry.

But soon, Ziyun took a little breath. She didn't cry. She just didn't want elder martial brother Changsheng to see her posture.

Then Ziyun spread out her fine hands like lanolin and white jade, and then a multicolored lotus appeared.

This is the Golden Lotus with five colors.

Lu Changsheng knew what it was at a glance.

In the past three years, in the process of sullen cultivation, Lu Changsheng has also made up a lot of immortal cultivation materials, among which he also knows what this thing is.

Even Dalai holy land can't take out such things.

How could this junior sister Ziyun be in front of you?

Lu Changsheng was stunned.

and.

What's the meaning of this?

Give it to me?

Let me eat soft food?

Aren't you humiliating?

Is Lu Changsheng such a person?

Thoughts appeared in my mind, but soon, younger martial sister Ziyun's voice rang out.


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