Transmigrated into the original heroine whose luck was plundered

Yu Ling was amused by what she said. She laughed and laughed, and then her smile gradually faded.

"If it's not them, it will be someone else... At least, your words are enough."

She said, at least, your words are enough.

Shen Qing frowned, "Fairy Yuling, aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid? Since I started cultivating immortality, I have not known what fear is, even death... But even if I die, I want to die gloriously..."

Yu Ling's eyes were clear and bright, as if they could accommodate everything in the world.

At this moment, Shen Qing discovered that the current Yu Ling seemed different from the Yu Ling who pinched her neck when they first met.

"You..." Shen Qing spoke with difficulty. She tried to persuade Yu Ling, "There is no need to sacrifice for some unworthy people. Suffering a loss is a loss, and it is not pleasant."

Maybe it was because she and Shen Qing got along well, or what, but Yu Ling patted Shen Qing's shoulder in a friendly manner and said, "I know my limits."

Shen Qing didn't believe it. If he had any sense, there wouldn't be any trace of regret attached to the statue a thousand years later.

"I can get along well with you. If you were born at this time, perhaps I would accept you as my apprentice."

As she spoke, she sighed, seeming to be very regretful.

Shen Qing shook her head, "Forget it, fairy, your taste in choosing a disciple is not very good..."

Yu Ling sighed and hit her head unhappily, "Do you have to make me angry to feel better?"

She rolled her eyes, her eyebrows curved, as if she had thought of something wonderful, "You said that I have poor taste, then I would have accepted you as my apprentice. You can't say that you are a bad person..."

Shen Qing was a little speechless for a moment. What I mean is that you are a little too competitive. Do you have to do this to prove that you have a good vision?

Seeing Shen Qing pursed his lips but looked helpless, Yu Ling finally felt relieved.

You are just a half-grown girl, I can’t cure you.

Yu Ling's joy was written on her face, and she didn't seem to be able to hide any emotions. Shen Qing felt a pain in his heart as he watched her become more and more arrogant.

People are almost being driven to death, yet they still want to have fun.

"Hurry up, why don't you become my disciple!" Yu Ling subconsciously curled the corners of his mouth and put on a serious look.

Not to mention, although she was quite cocky just now, now she was dignified and her aura of majesty without even getting angry suddenly rose.

As expected, strong people can control their power freely. Shen Qing admires him very much.

"Fairy, I already have a master, it is not convenient for me to take someone else as my master."

Yu Ling's face instantly fell, and she said sullenly: "Is your master as strong as me?"

"No." Yu Ling was a Mahayana cultivator, while her master Wan Ji was only a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"If you don't have it, why would you consider it? Anyone with a discerning eye knows how to choose!" Yu Ling cursed. She was a Mahayana monk and wanted to accept a disciple, but she was rejected. Was she blind?

Shen Qing covered her face and listened to Yu Ling cursing.

Yu Ling was even angrier when she saw that Shen Qing hadn't taken the initiative to kneel down and become his disciple. I've made it so clear, why doesn't she just follow my instructions?

Rotten wood cannot be carved!

"Forget it. You are not originally from this time and space. Although we cannot be true master and apprentice, at least our friendship is still there. I have a set of swordsmanship that I created. I will teach it to you now. Don't let it be lost."

Shen Qing bowed his head respectfully, knelt down and saluted, "Yes, Master."

Yu Ling curled her lips. There is only one word difference between "Master" and "Master", but the meanings are different.

But forget it, Master is Master. Except for not informing the heaven and earth, there is no difference.