[Quick wear] The sticky essence of the blackened male supporting role

"Are you hungry?" Luo Ning suddenly remembered that monks below the foundation stage had to eat normally, and he didn't know whether a dragon needed to eat.

Fengqing was not hungry, but recalling the warmth and sweetness of the bowl of herbal soup, he couldn't help feeling a sense of longing, and nodded.

Luo Ning performed a dedusting technique, and went to the kitchen to cook some broth. His rolled up wide sleeves ruined the image. He always did it himself, because the two little boys didn't need to eat, didn't know how to handle ingredients, and their cooking skills were hard to describe.

Knowing that this bowl of medicinal soup was made by Master himself, Feng Qing was very flattered, his dark eyes were as bright as a dog's eyes, Master actually cared so much about him, Feng Qing looked over with a smile on his face. With a touch of closeness, silently chanting the word "Master" in his mouth, he has expectations for his future life in Cangyuzong.

His physique was already special, and he had enough spiritual pills to nourish him, so he got better soon.

Luo Ning is just such an apprentice, so he must teach it himself. He dug out a lot of things, and prepared a meeting gift for the apprentice. They are all treasures in the secret realm. A bottle of top-quality purple honey can condense the soul. This simple dust formula, the magic formula is exquisite and profound. After practicing to a certain level, you can perceive the nature of the world, comprehend the great way, and restrain the inner demons. The cultivator in the Hole Void Stage hit with all his strength, and he also had a pile of high-grade spirit stones.

Everything has been inherited for thousands of years, and it is a treasure that cannot be obtained outside.

Luo Ning's small treasury is sufficient, so of course the best should be given to the disciples. Only with enough strength can he not be afraid of conspiracy and tricks. The male protagonist has been eyeing Fengqing's dragon meat all the time. Who knows how long it will take for Fengqing to awaken the blood of the gods? All Luo Ning can do is to try his best to help Fengqing cultivate, and he doesn't believe that he can't match the aura of the protagonist. It is said that the hero is full of opportunities everywhere, so he will directly send those treasures of heaven and earth to Fengqing right now.

Even if Fengqing had never heard of these things, he could still feel the vast thoughts covering them, and they were all rare and good things. He panicked and said, "The things Master gave are too precious."

"I'm not at ease holding it."

As Feng Qing said, he firmly kept his eyes away, restraining the itch in his heart. The nature of dragons likes shiny things, and the pile of sparkling spirit stones seemed to have small hooks, scratching back and forth in his heart. .

What a well-behaved and honest little apprentice.

Luo Ning smiled, stuffed those gifts into a high-grade ring, engraved a magic circle, and directly pulled Feng Qing's hand to put it on, "Take what is for you, Master is so rich, what is given to you is all It's drizzling."

"These are necessary for practicing self-defense, don't reject my intention."

Feng Qing's heart softened, why is his master so good.

The pure Fengqing was soon broken into his heart, and he looked at Luo Ning with respect.

She likes to call Master all the time, with a feeling of intimacy, like a little tail who has just entered a strange environment, Luo Ning will follow wherever she goes.

After thinking about it, Luo Ning still taught Fengqing according to the conventional cultivation method. The first stage of a monk is the Qi training period, and he first instructed Fengqing to learn how to draw Qi into the body.

Qianchongfeng's aura is already the strongest, and there is a spirit gathering array next to it, forming a vortex of aura, plus Fengqing's special constitution, he will be in the early stage of Qi training in a few days.

"Master, how is my cultivation progress?" Feng Qing asked curiously. He didn't know how the other disciples in the sect were practicing. As the only disciple of the master, he couldn't embarrass the master.

Facing the bright eyes of the young apprentice, Luo Ning could feel the need for encouragement, so of course he was not stingy with praise, what kind of talent, what kind of bone, a lot of good things to say.

Fengqing looked a little shy and joyful, and smiled shyly, how could he be so exaggerated, Master, he must be coaxing the child.

Although a little embarrassed, his invisible tail was already wagging.

Sleeping at night with a smile on his lips, thinking that the master is next door, his heart is full, and he put the shiny spirit stone beside his pillow, and then he lay down beautifully.

When the room was silent, the spirit stone was still shining, and the scarlet eyes suddenly opened, the blood was red and rich, but soon turned into pitch black, dark and dead silent.

"Feng Qing" pursed his lips tightly, his expression was gloomy, and he was very unhappy, so he sneered sarcastically.

That fool!

Thinking of that idiot smiling like a fool and walking around other people like a follower, he couldn't help feeling a sense of tyranny in his heart.

It's just a bit of Lingshi, and it's so stupid to be bought so quickly.

What qualifications does a mere monk have to be his master?

"Fengqing" was born with the arrogance of the dragon clan. In his eyes, those monks are too small. They are all weak. A drop of his flame is enough to burn their souls away, but these weak people are the ones favored by heaven. Even at the expense of the gods.

"Fengqing" woke up from the seal, his soul was severely injured, he could only sleep deeply, but what was awake was only a part of his soul body.

The mood of "Fengqing" is very subtle, why he can only be suppressed, this is his body, and that part of the soul body makes him extremely repulsive.

The soul of a god can also be divided into good and evil. The part that wakes up is good thoughts. Fengqing hates this part. Ten thousand years ago, he was enshrined by monks. It was because of his soft heart that he was betrayed and had to seal himself in the big formation. In the middle of the day, the stars are changing, and he will wake up one day.

If there was no other way, Feng Qing would have wanted that wisp of soul body to be hanged, and then he would be able to completely control his body.

"Fengqing" stood up, walked into the next door quietly, looked at the back on the bed, was sleeping soundly with the quilt in his arms, his hair was messy, he didn't know what he dreamed of, and even smacked his mouth .

Just in this sleeping position, he probably isn't very smart.

He approached slowly and looked at that face carefully. He always felt that this master was a little abnormally enthusiastic and had a silly personality. After living for thousands of years, he was still as innocent as a child.

I've been watching it for a long time, and I'm not smart, but I'm still pretty, so it fits his aesthetics very well.

Most dragons love beauty, and "Fengqing" is an exception. From the time of consciousness, he only cared about practicing or sleeping. It is rare for him to be pure-hearted. Now that he sees this unintelligent, white and tender, he actually wants to take a bite. .

Although "Feng Qing" thought so in his heart, he still remained vigilant.In his opinion, this master has been very kind to him from the very beginning, because he is so considerate to him because of his status as master and apprentice. He looks kind on the surface, but who knows what he thinks in his heart. Good and how long can it last.

What if a good start is a trap?

"Fengqing" is not as easy to deceive as the other part, he is wary of everyone.

The waking time was short, and the familiar dizziness hit, and "Fengqing" fell into chaos irritably.

The light golden sunlight poured into the room, and the aura in the air spun with spots of light. Feng Qing opened his eyes in his own room and sat up suspiciously. Why was he lying on the floor?

He rubbed his neck in bewilderment, thinking that he slept poorly, so he rolled to the floor.

After tidying up, I immediately ran to the next door and called Master affectionately.

In just a few days, Fengqing fell in love with the life here, he liked to practice with Master, and he liked to eat with Master.

Enjoy the warm atmosphere for a while in the morning. Fengqing loves the meals made by Master the most. No matter what he wants to eat, Master will cook for him. He also likes to stay in the kitchen and watch Master busy, push the two little boys Outside, a person occupies the position next to the master to help.

Shizun doesn't seem to eat fireworks, but when handling those ingredients, the whole person looks a different kind of gentleness, no longer so tall like a bright moon, it seems that he can easily touch it with his hand.

Luo Ning put the pastry into Feng Qing's hands, the little apprentice was good at everything, but he was too clingy, being so dependent, Luo Ning felt warm again.

Usually after dinner, Luo Ning would urge Fengqing to go around the mountain, and he couldn't stay in Qianzhongfeng all day like him.

It's not that Luo Ning doesn't want to go out, it's just that every time he goes out, a large number of eyes will gather, so he simply stays in his courtyard.

There are so many disciples of the same sect at the foot of the mountain, Fengqing can communicate more, talk about his cultivation experience, and get to know a few partners. In the future, the disciples of the sect will go out together to practice and do tasks. When encountering danger, they must support each other. Normal interpersonal communication is essential few.

One also needs to understand the discipline and rules of the sect, as well as those elders. There are so many precious books in the library at the foot of the mountain, how can Guangzhai be able to do it in Qianchongfeng.

Fengqing is upright and easy-going, not to mention he is the disciple of Venerable Tanyue, other than a little bit of jealousy, others don't feel disgusted with Fengqing, and they still have the idea of ​​friendship, hoping to get some advice.

Feng Qing felt that all the nephews were nice, except for the one named Chu Xiuran, who always smiled every time he saw him, but he just didn't like him and always kept a distance from each other.

I went to Lingguoyuan to pick peaches, and went to Zangshuge to borrow books. Fengqing would not stay at the foot of the mountain for too long, so he quickly returned to Qianchongfeng.

He was still thinking about cultivating with Master.

When I walked to the door, I saw the master practicing sword. His robe was fluttering, and the edge of the sword was glowing with a sharp cold light, wrapped in a biting sword intent, and an enchantment was spontaneously formed around it.

Feng Qing had heard that the master enlightened the Tao with the sword. Back then, he used this sword to kill the three great masters of the Demon Race. Only when he saw it with his own eyes could he feel the sharpness of the sword.

Fengqing couldn't help showing admiration in his eyes, and his heart was a little excited.

Luo Ning withdrew the sword move, found Feng Qing staring blankly, approached and asked, "Want to learn?"

The Lingshuang swordsmanship created by the original owner also became famous in the first battle, establishing the status of the sword master.

There is also a piece of Wannian black iron in Luo Ning's small treasury, which is intended to be used to forge a magic weapon. A good magic weapon can enhance the monk's combat effectiveness.

Since Fengqing likes to use swords, he can forge a sharp sword. After he finished the drawing, he sent it to the Artifact Refining Pavilion.

The elder of the Artifact Refining Pavilion was envious when he saw it, and after getting a small piece of black iron as a reward, he devoted himself to forging the sword.