The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 354 Immortal Venerable, Hug Me (18)

After the apprenticeship ceremony, Qiu Rong officially entered his cultivation career.

However, just like what Immortal Mu Feng said, her aptitude seems to be really poor.

No matter how hard she tried, the results were minimal.

After a long time, a Buddha like her can't help feeling a little depressed.

In fact, she didn't really care about her own ability, but when she went to participate in the sect's competition a few times, she always lost to the disciples of other elders.

Gradually, although everyone didn't say it clearly because of the favor of the immortal, they kept laughing at her secretly.

Qiao Rong didn't care about other people's ridicule, but she didn't want to continue to embarrass the immortal.

And I don't want him to regret his decision to take her as his apprentice because of this.

She squatted beside the aura-rich Tianling Spring, staring blankly at herself reflected in the lake, feeling a little depressed.

While he was in a trance, a familiar voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Sister Qiaorong!"

Then came the sound of approaching footsteps and panting.

Qiao Rong was slightly taken aback, then stood up and looked back.

Zhong Haomiao stopped beside her, bent over slightly, holding his knees with his palms and panting.

Qiao Rong looked at his panting appearance, and asked a little strangely, "Brother Hao Miao, what happened?"

Zhong Haomiao is the closest person to her in the Qingyu School, except for Xianzun.

She is also the only friend who treats her sincerely.

Therefore, Qiao Rong was actually somewhat grateful to him from the bottom of his heart.

Zhong Haomiao looked at her and laughed a few times, then reached into his bosom, took out an oiled paper bag, and stuffed it into her hand.

"Here, here's the sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Qiao Rong looked at the oiled paper bag in his hand, paused, and asked, "Brother, did you go down the mountain again today?"

"Yes!" Zhong Haomiao grinned, "I defeated several monsters by myself today!"

Seeing his complacent look, Qiao Rong couldn't help but smile: "Senior brother is really amazing."

As she said that, she lowered her eyes with some disappointment: "I don't know when I will be able to go down the mountain to eliminate demons?"

It has been nearly ten years since she started practicing.

However, Xianzun still does not allow her to follow other disciples down the mountain alone.

Only occasionally when he went down the mountain, she would follow him out to have a look.

Qiao Rong felt that it was because of her poor ability, if she went out alone, it would be difficult to protect herself in danger.

That's why Xianzun had to worry about it all the time.

Zhong Haomiao looked at her dejected look, and couldn't help comforting her: "Sister Qiao Rong, you have improved a lot compared to before, don't be discouraged, and..."

He made an exaggerated grimace, and joked: "If I could be accepted as a disciple by the Immortal Venerable, I would have already reached the pinnacle of my life, so I wouldn't care so much!"

When Qiao Rong heard this, she couldn't help but bend her eyes and smiled: "Elder Ningxi is also very powerful, senior brother is actually very proud."

A young girl in full bloom, with a slim and graceful figure.

When she smiled, her bright red lips were slightly upturned, her eyes were curved like a crescent moon, and her whole body smelled pure and sweet.

Zhong Haomiao couldn't help staring blankly.

So Qiao Rong watched helplessly as his face flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She couldn't help feeling a little strange: "Brother? What's wrong with you?"

"..."

Zhong Haomiao paused, hurriedly avoided her eyes, and said vaguely, "It's nothing."

Qiao Rong has become accustomed to his occasional weirdness.

She didn't dwell on this question anymore, but looked up at the sky, and then said to him: "Thank you for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, brother, it's getting late, I should go back."

Hearing this, Zhong Haomiao was slightly disappointed for a second, and then smiled again: "Then you go back quickly, so that the immortal will not worry, and be careful on the way."

Qiao Rong nodded, put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his pocket, then turned and walked towards Yanqing Peak.

After a while, he disappeared.

Zhong Haomiao stood where he was, looked at her back, and sighed slightly.

(End of this chapter)