Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1740: Cuihua

In the stone house, Ling Xian Jian's eyebrows were furrowed, and he was puzzled.

He can't figure out why he could sign a contract with Qingwan, and even more can't figure out why the contract has not completely dissipated.

"Strange, it's okay."

Qing Wanxiu frowned, and her doubts from the bottom of her heart were absolutely false.

"Forget it, although the contract has not been completely cancelled, it is dead in name and can't restrict me." Ling Xian's brows stretched out, not planning to care.

The contract has lost its power, and there is no restriction on not being able to leave Qingwan for more than ten miles, which is enough for him.

"Does it exist in name only..."

Qingwan's eyes dimmed a little, but in the next moment, she was a little bit happy.

Although the contract could not restrict Lingxian, it was broken in the end. This result was much better than that of passers-by.

"Now we are both clear." Ling Xian smiled faintly, with unprecedented ease.

"No, I owe you." Qingwan shook her head and apologized: "I shouldn't force a contract with you."

"It's all over, how can I say, you also saved my life."

Ling Xian smiled and waved his hand, saying: "By the way, what is the crisis in the Wuqing tribe? I will listen to it."

"Wujiang Big 6 is respected, and the winner survives."

"Every ten years, the tribes of Qianshan Jungle will hold a life-and-death battle, and losers become slaves and belong to the winners."

"My Wuqing tribe’s opponent is very strong, and there is no chance of winning."

"Therefore, the patriarch took us to sacrifice to the sky, hoping to get a soul beast."

Qingwan said briefly.

"A cruel rule."

Ling Xianxing squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Speaking of offering sacrifices to the heavens, does God really realize the wishes of the sacrifices?"

"Of course."

"Although hope is slim, God has indeed fulfilled the wishes of the sacrificials."

"The most recent time was three hundred years ago. A declining royal family devoted all their efforts to the hope that an enlightened person would be born in the family."

"It is said that God gave the light of enlightenment on the spot, making the patriarch of this clan a holy ancestor!"

Qingwan shows a smile, looking forward to it.

"Holy Ancestor?" Ling Xianjian frowned, and felt a little absurd despite the shock.

In his place of heaven and earth, although there are people offering sacrifices to the heavens, they have never heard of anyone whose wish has been fulfilled by God.

However, a foreign land can and can make people climb into the sky in one step. How incredible is this?

"It's an exaggeration. If you only need to sacrifice, you can become a holy ancestor. Isn't it meaningless to practice?" Ling Xian frowned.

"Why is it meaningless?"

Qingwan lifted the blue silk down to the front of the forehead and said: "This is only a small probability event. It has only been this time since the ages.

"That's incredible enough."

Ling Xian frowned, and couldn't figure out what kind of existence the alien world was.

That is the supreme saint ancestor, even if it is a stunning eternal generation, it may not be able to reach it. However, some people achieved it by offering sacrifices to the heavens, which is too trivial.

"Everyone in the world finds it incredible, so they respect the blue sky above their heads even more." Qingwan smiled faintly.

"Unable to understand."

Ling Xian shook his head and said: "Don't talk about this, the tribe will fight for life and death, are you sure?"

"Not before, now there is."

Qingwan smiled gratefully and said: "The strongest existence of the Blue Ghost Tribe is only the fourth stage. I can suppress it with a wave of my hand."

"Meeting is fate, so let me teach you another magical power." Ling Xian groaned for a moment.

In the past few months, he has seen the Wuqing tribe’s method, which is now very crude, which is equivalent to a little supernatural power.

Therefore, he planned to teach Qingwan a great supernatural power, which is to be regarded as giving her.

"Really?" Qingwan looked surprised.

"Do you think I am joking?"

Ling Xian smiled, pointed at the center of Qingwan's eyebrows, and passed on the cultivation method of Sun Moon Seal to her.

Half an hour later, Qingwan realized a trace of the sun and the moon, and couldn't help showing shock and joy.

Although she has shallow knowledge, she can distinguish good from bad. It is not an exaggeration to say that even if it is only one percent of the sun and moon seal, it is better than the Wuqing tribe's method!

How can she not be shocked? How can you not be happy?

Ling Xian was also a little surprised, because it took only half an hour for Qingwan to comprehend a trace of the sun and the moon.

Although there is still some distance from mastery, it is enough to prove that she is very intelligent.

At the moment, Ling Xian smiled faintly, and said: "A good understanding makes me love talent."

"Really? Then you accept me as a disciple." Qingwan blinked her big jewel-like eyes, full of hope.

"Being my apprentice is not a good thing."

Ling Xian smiled bitterly, thinking of the two disciples An Qiushui and Xiao Shitou.

I have to say that he is a very irresponsible master, and he only left them with spiritual resources and legal decisions, but did not guide them in their practice.

"After years of absence, I don't know how they are now..."

Ling Xian sighed secretly, feeling a little guilty.

Not only to An Qiushui and Little Stone, but also to Gong Suoxin and other confidantes.

"How could it not be a good thing?"

Qingwan is puzzled. In her eyes, Ling Xian is mysterious and powerful. Having such a master is a blessing that has been cultivated for thousands of lives.

"Are you sure you want to worship me as a teacher? Think it through. This is a lifetime event." Ling Xian chuckled and said, "I regret it now, it's still too late."

"I'm only afraid that you will despise me and refuse to accept me as a disciple." Qingwan's little hand clenched the corner of her clothes tightly, a little uneasy.

"Your spiritual qualifications are indeed not very good, but your comprehension is not bad, and it is enough to be my apprentice."

Ling Xian groaned for a while, and smiled: "Well, I will accept you as an apprentice."

I heard that the sunny evening was full of surprises, and it was also a bit complicated.

From the contractual point of view, she is Ling Xian's master, but at this moment, she wants to become Ling Xian's apprentice, which naturally complicates her mind.

"After worshiping you as a teacher, can't I ask you to be vigorous?" Qingwan hesitated.

"What did you say?"

Ling Xian glared at Qingwan and said, "Forget me the word Dali, and if you dare to call, I will drive you out of the teacher's door!"

"I can't figure out why you reject this name so much, I think it's good." Qingwan murmured,

"It's really good."

Ling Xian smiled and said: "So I decided to give you a name, Cuihua."

Wearing this~IndoMTL.com~Qingwan suddenly became mad, and shook her head repeatedly: "I don't want this name, I don't want it."

"I can't help you."

Ling Xian jokingly smiled, and said: "My first two disciples were named by me, and when you come to you, there is no exception."

"You are **naked revenge!"

Qingwan wanted to cry without tears, and finally somehow understood Ling Xian's feelings.

"I am your teacher, so I am happy."

Ling Xian looked at the girl jokingly and said: "Cuihua, I'm thirsty for my teacher, go and pour me a cup of tea."

"If you call me Cuihua again, I'll turn my face with you!" Qingwan gave Ling Xian a fierce look, gritting her teeth with anger.

"Who asked you to call me Dali, I didn't think it out because of you."

Ling Xian shook his head with a smile, and said: "Okay, go and confess good to the people. During this time, I will leave to guide you in your practice, and I will leave when you recover."