I'm a cannon fodder, but I'm actually a heartthrob

Rong Jin returned to Ning Xiefeng's courtyard with the sword and said breathlessly, "Master, I'm back."

Ning Xiefeng said “hmm” and reminded: “You need to carry your sword with you, don’t forget it.”

Rong Jin nodded his head: "Okay, Master, I'll remember this!"

Rong Jin referred to himself confusingly, sometimes as "I" and sometimes as "disciple". Ning Xiefeng did not remind him, and 0517 did not say much.

After practicing sword for an hour, Rong Jin rested for half an hour, and then practiced for another hour at Ning Xiefeng's urging.

Most of the monks have already practiced fasting, and the time saved at noon is also used for cultivation.

Rong Jin had been practicing sword skills for a whole day and was almost exhausted.

"Master, I can't do it anymore..."

Rong Jin lay on the lawn and spoke with difficulty.

"Go back and rest." Ning Xiefeng said this, and without hearing Rong Jin's answer, he quickly walked to his side.

When he saw that Rong Jin was just asleep, his frown relaxed.

Ning Xiefeng bent down and picked up Rong Jin, and came to his small courtyard.

Xiao Huairang was sitting in the yard. When he saw Ning Xiefeng carrying Rong Jin back, his eyes darkened. Then he smiled and walked forward and said, "Excuse me, Master. I'll carry my junior brother back."

Ning Xiefeng didn't look at him. He carried Rong Jin straight to the bedroom and gently put him on the bed.

Coming out of the bedroom, Ning Xiefeng said indifferently: "Go practice swordplay."

"Disciple, obey."

Rong Jin slept until late at night, and when he woke up he saw a man standing at the door.

He almost thought he had traveled back to the previous world.

Fu Wenqing in the previous world also stood at the door late at night, scaring him half to death.

"Junior brother, are you awake?"

Hearing Xiao Huairang's voice, Rong Jin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Brother, what are you doing standing at my door in the middle of the night? It's scary."

Xiao Huairang's unforgettable face looked much clearer under the moonlight.

He smiled and said, "Why, did you scare my junior brother? You are so timid."

Rong Jin didn't want to admit that he was timid, so he curled up in the quilt and kept silent.

Xiao Huairang pulled him out of the quilt, pinched his face and said, "Are you angry, little junior brother? Don't be angry, I'll show you an interesting little thing."

Rong Jin was aroused by his curiosity, looked at him with sparkling eyes and asked: "What is it?"

Xiao Huairang took out a silver ring: "Junior brother, guess what this is?"

"A ring."

Xiao Huairang placed the ring in front of Rong Jin and shook it: "It's a space ring."

Rong Jin had only heard of this term in novels, so he opened his eyes wide and asked, "Is it a space ring that can hold things?"

"Yes." Xiao Huairang took out the dagger from his waist, and in the blink of an eye, the dagger disappeared.

Xiao Huairang's eyebrows moved, and the dagger appeared in his hand again.

Rong Jin was shocked and said, "It looks amazing."

"Of course." Xiao Huairang held Rong Jin's slender white hand and slowly put the ring on his ring finger.

"I gave it to my junior brother as an apology."

Rong Jin took off the ring and put it back into his palm, shaking his head and saying, "No, it's too expensive, I can't have it."

"It's not expensive," Xiao Huairang looked at the ring on his hand and made up a story without blushing or beating his heart: "This kind of ring is very common, so you can keep it without worry, little junior brother."

Rong Jin believed it and said, "Oh, thank you, Senior Brother."

Xiao Huairang stared at him for a few seconds, then he took out a black string from somewhere, strung the ring together, and put it on his neck himself: "Junior brother, don't show off your wealth. Although space rings are common, it's inevitable that some people have ill intentions."

Rong Jin said in deep agreement: "That's right, Senior Brother, you are really attentive."

After giving the ring, Xiao Huairang said, "Little Junior Brother, go to sleep. Senior Brother is going back."

Rong Jin's opinion of him changed at this moment, so he said with his eyes bent, "Brother, go to bed early. Good night."

Xiao Huairang said softly, "Good night, Junior Brother."

——"Tsk, how generous of you! You just gave me this priceless space ring."

"So what? He's worth it."

--"Ah."

No one can understand the inner demon's feelings at this moment.

The space ring does not get in the way when hung around the neck, and usually no one notices it.

Rong Jin got used to it after wearing it for a few days.

He practiced sword under the watch of Ning Xiefeng for several days, and he felt like he had a breakthrough.

Another day passed, and Rong Jin practiced sword skills for four hours under Ning Xiefeng's nose as usual. Before leaving, Ning Xiefeng handed him something.

"This is a tranquilizing pill. It will help you to meditate and calm your mind."

Rong Jin held the medicine bottle and said, "Thank you, Master."

Rong Jin took this pill out of curiosity before going to bed.

0517: [……] He didn’t even have time to say anything.

That night, Rong Jin suddenly felt a tightness in his chest while he was sleeping.

He endured it for a while, but couldn't bear it anymore, so he sat up and muttered, "Qiqi, am I sick?"

0517 said seriously: [No, you are about to break through. ]

Rong Jin paused while pounding his chest, "Ah? What should I do then?"

【Close your eyes and concentrate.】

Under the guidance of 0517, Rong Jin successfully broke through half an hour later and reached the peak of the foundation-building stage.

After the breakthrough, Rong Jin fell asleep again.

The breakthrough at night seemed like a dream. Rong Jin said in a daze, "Qiqi, have I really reached the peak of the foundation-building stage now?"

0157: [Really.]

Rong Jin smiled foolishly: "It seems that all this time of sword training was not in vain."

He has practiced the Heavenly Sword for so long and has now achieved a breakthrough. He should be able to take a day off, right?

Rong Jin organized his words and walked into Ning Xiefeng's yard, opening his mouth to speak.

Ning Xiefeng asked: "Breakthrough?"

Rong Jin didn't understand how he saw that, so he replied, "Yes, thank you Master for the Calming Pill."

Ning Xiefeng said calmly: "It has nothing to do with the Calming Pill. It's just that you have a high talent."

Rong Jin's mouth curled up wildly because of his praise.

Then, Ning Xiefeng said, "Since you have made a breakthrough, practice sword for five hours today to consolidate your strength."

The smile on Rong Jin's face disappeared.

How long? Five hours? Ten hours?!

“Master…” Rong Jin took a deep breath and said with courage: “Master, I want to rest today. I am so tired.”

"Then I will practice swordplay for two hours today, and I will teach you a new set of swordplay techniques."

Ning Xiefeng broke off a branch and placed it in Rong Jin's right palm.

He stood behind Rong Jin and held his little apprentice's right hand, "Listen carefully, I will check you tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Rong Jin perked up and said, "Okay, Master!"

The branch was useless in Rong Jin's hand, but with the help of Ning Xiefeng, it seemed that every swing was filled with murderous intent.

Rong Jinxue's blood was boiling, and he actually felt that the two hours passed very quickly.

"Remember?"

Rong Jin rubbed his sore shoulders and said, "Master, I remember it!"

"Well, go and have a rest." Ning Xiefeng said as he threw away the branch.

Rong Jin picked up the branch he had thrown on the ground, held it in his arms and said, "Okay, goodbye, Master."

Ning Xiefeng's hanging hands curled up unconsciously, and he asked solemnly, "Why did you bring a branch?"

Rong Jin answered obediently: "I like it."

The sword is too heavy and he has to worry about hurting himself, so Rong Jin prefers to practice with tree branches.

Ning Xiefeng lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.