1001st Ascension

Swearing: "Go, as a teacher, I will teach you the method of breathing and breathing. This time, I will accompany you to ascend together."

5000 years ago, Wu Shi, who had practiced the method of breathing to perfection, and later wrote a number of breathing exercises himself, like a pious believer, obediently sat on the big black stone, face to face with the master, with a happy expression on his face. Practiced the most basic breathing training.

Feeling that the big disciple on the opposite side was exhaling less and less breath, Ling Jun opened his eyes, but saw the big disciple staring at him blankly, his eyes sparkling and steaming.

"Why, haven't you figured out the method yet? This trivial matter makes you want to cry, come on, reach out your hand, touch the teacher's chest, and feel the strength of the teacher's exhalation." Ling Jun looked at this. The senior disciple, who appeared to be more than stable, but lacking in flexibility, deliberately added a little patience.

The hand on his chest trembled slightly, like a soldering iron, almost burning a hole in his clothes. Ling Jun frowned, stretched out his hand, touched the senior disciple's forehead, and said decisively: "Stop practicing, I will I am worried that the method in the dream is not right, I think you are a little bit of a tendency to lose your temper. Come here today, I will have another dream tonight, study carefully, and teach you tomorrow."

Master, your method is very correct, and the responsibility lies with me, the disciple.

When Wu Shi saw that the master had returned to the way he jumped and walked in the mountains, he looked at that tall and beautiful figure, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

He turned around and walked towards the Lingquan, carefully adjusted the water temperature, sprinkled jasmine flowers in the water, and then walked back quickly to ask the master to take a bath.

Comfortable water temperature, sweet jasmine fragrance, just when Ling Jun was about to fall asleep, he heard Wu Shi's voice from outside the cave.

"Master, I will put your new clothes in the tree cabinet at the entrance of the cave, and you will change them after washing."

Ling Jun glanced at the Nuoda hot spring, and invited: "You haven't washed yet, come in, let's go together."

Wonderful scenery

When Wu Shi outside the cave heard this sentence, he was startled, felt his heart beating like a drum in his chest, turned his stiffened body with difficulty, and fled.

Ling Jun waited for a long time but still didn't hear a sound, felt strange, and worried that the senior disciple might have gone wrong in his practice, so he got up, found out some clothes to put on, and walked out of the cave, where he saw the half shadow of the senior disciple.

If you don’t wash it, don’t wash it, what are you running for? Thinking of my disciple’s wheat-colored skin, which is definitely not white, I wonder if it’s because I don’t like taking baths.

After taking a bath, Ling Jun climbed into bed full of anticipation, hoping that the dream would continue, to see if he could dream about what happened after he ascended to heaven, and learned some advanced fairy arts, but he slept soundly all night without even dreaming.

On the second day, he had to teach his disciple the old method again. Fortunately, after the first day, the disciple never had a fever again, which gave Ling Jun a lot of confidence in his spells.

Wu Shi calmly, took advantage of the master's inhalation, and transferred the purest and most upright alchemy in his body to him.

Ling Jun improved very quickly, and after three years he was able to fly, but the eldest disciple tried 999 times and fell down 999 times.

Ling Jun's appearance has grown a lot compared to three years ago, his brows faintly revealed the coldness of his ascension ten thousand years ago, but his eyes are much warmer than before, those black and clear pupils seem to flow Facing mountains and rivers, there are firmness of mountains and gentleness of water.

Wu Shi looked at the master who was circling back and forth above his head to demonstrate, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curled up happily.

The young man in white was wearing a white satin brocade dress that his apprentice had personally sewn for him, which fit him well. The March wind gently lifted a corner of his robe, revealing his long, strong legs and tight waist.

Ling Jun lowered his head and saw his disciple start to be dazed again, so he sank his face, and landed steadily in front of Wu Shi with a graceful oblique charge, stretched out a hand, and shook it in front of the smirking disciple.

"I'm distracted again, what are you thinking?"

Wu Shi came to his senses, smiled at the master embarrassedly, picked up a basket full of hibiscus flowers on the ground, and walked away quickly to make hibiscus cakes for the master.

Looking at his disciple's back, Ling Jun sighed softly, walked to the big black stone and lay down, staring at his eyes, thinking hard about the method of teaching the disciple.

A mysterious light flashed, and there was a person standing in front of him. When he saw Ling Jun, he was slightly taken aback.

Ling Jun looked at the man in black, with a red face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and an upright expression. His eyes were full of curiosity.

"Who are you? Where is my master?" the man in Xuanyi said, his voice didn't match his appearance, and he was a little weak.

"Your master?" Ling Jun sat up with doubts on his face.

"That's right, my master, the patriarch of the land, has he gone out again?" Looking at the young man who couldn't understand why, he called out loudly, "Master".

Wu Shi stepped out with flour on his hands, saw Tianshu, then glanced at Ling Jun who looked confused, and quickly introduced: "Tianshu, this is the ancestor, see you soon."

Seeing the burly man bow down and bow, his head banging on the ground, Ling Jun felt for the first time that his apprentice was unreliable.

He didn't even know how to imperial things, yet he even accepted an apprentice.

Chao Tianshu waved his hand to signal him to get up. Ling Jun saw that Tianshu became restrained instantly after hearing the name of the master, so he said to Wu Shi: "I'll go and see you make hibiscus pancakes, you two chat .” After speaking, he put his hands behind his back and left briskly.

Tianshu stared at Ling Jun's back, frowned, as if thinking of something, saw the master looking over, and blurted out: "Master looks a bit like Tianzun from the back."

"Master has been ascended ten thousand years ago, and it is normal for him to become a Celestial Venerable, so what is so strange about it." Wu Shi mentioned Ling Jun, full of pride.

Tianshu glanced at the master and said hesitantly: "But Tianzun returned to the Heavenly Court three years ago. Although he was seriously injured, he did not fall. His back, Master, except that he looks younger, his back is exactly the same."

"No one knows the origin of the master, maybe he is the son of Tianzun, or the younger brother, it is possible, there is no need to make a fuss about it, what else is there for you to come this time?" Wu Shi glanced at the eldest disciple who had been frowning all the time, I had a hunch that what he was going to say would be bad.

"Several juniors and younger sisters are missing. They must have fallen into the human world. I would like to ask the master to come out of the mountain. They are seriously injured and their lives may be in danger." Tianshu's voice was low and depressed.

Wu Shi patted Tianshu on the shoulder, and comforted him: "For those who practice, whether they ascend or fall, they are all fate. You should not be obsessed with this. You have a strong nature, and you must not be overjoyed or sad when you encounter problems."

Tianshu nodded, looked at the master, a trace of teasing appeared on Fangzheng's face, raised his chin towards Ling Jun who was walking towards Ling Jun holding the hibiscus pancake, and was very lively once.

"Master is really beautiful"

Wu Shi, who was abruptly changed by his apprentice to get along with each other once, watched Tianshu who was riding the wind quickly soaring to the sky, and his old face blushed belatedly.

"Hey, why did your apprentice leave? I wanted to bring him some to eat." Ling Jun, with his mouth full, looked at his disciple and asked vaguely.

"Master, we may have to go down the mountain as soon as possible. Something happened to some of my disciples." Wu Shi looked at the master with an anxious expression on his face.

"Let's go, I'll take you flying there." Ling Jun wrapped the lotus cake in a banana leaf, put it in his sleeve, picked a bigger lotus leaf, and pulled Wu Shi to stand on it.

After urging the mind several times, the lotus leaf still remained motionless.

Ling Jun opened his eyes and glanced at the uncomfortable apprentice, his erratic gaze did not dare to meet his gaze, like a child who has done something wrong.

Ling Jun stretched out his arms and put his arms around Wu Shi's waist. Feeling that his apprentice's whole body became stiff immediately, he hurriedly whispered in his ear, "Relax, I'll try to hug you and fly."

Wu Shi closed his eyes tightly, his delicate breathing caressed his cheeks, like the spring breeze in March with the fragrance of various flowers, it was intoxicating.

Feeling the rapid flow of air in his ears, Wu Shi opened his eyes and saw a small kingfisher looking at him with its round head tilted, chirping non-stop, and he was getting closer and closer to it.

It turns out that this is the feeling of flying.

"How is it, how does it feel?" Seeing Wu Shi's bright eyes, Ling Jun felt joyful.

"Great, master, ah..." Wu Shi closed his eyes in despair, because like the previous 999 times, this time even if the master hugged him, he would inevitably start to fall.

Before landing, Wu Shi only had time to do two things. One was to struggle out of the master's embrace and landed first, serving as the master's human cushion.

"What should we do now?" Ling Jun stood up, dumbfounded.

"Master, why don't you try the apprentice's method of escaping from the ground?" Wu Shi handed the hibiscus cake to the master, and drew a circle on the spot to enclose the two of them.

Ling Jun looked at the apprentice's little trick like a child with a smile, took out a bunch of hibiscus pancakes from his bag, and ate them leisurely.

The apprentice chanted the mantra seriously, and Ling Jun saw the two jade-colored lips trembling slightly, looking elegant and sexy, and thought that this apprentice was quite attractive when he took a closer look.

There was a sudden shock under his feet, Ling Jun was startled, he subconsciously leaned back, a powerful arm stretched out, and hugged him tightly.

There was darkness in front of his eyes, and there was the freshness of the freshly dug soil in his nose, mixed with the green and astringent smell of grass and tree roots, and the hot and humid breath exhaled by his apprentice.

Ling Jun closed his eyes and continued to eat the hibiscus pancake.

"Master, we're here." There was a flash of white light in front of his eyes, a bit scorching, and he covered it with his hands to block the direct sunlight.

Ling Jun opened his eyes and saw the standing