Writing a thesis in the world of cultivating immortals

After Fusu came out to Xiangyang that day, not long after, the news that the newcomer Xiangyang was the young master Xiang Fusu's apprentice spread throughout the Xiangfu Academy.

From then on, no one ignored Xiang Yang when he went to the school to teach.

And because even though Xiang Yang was young, he did his homework extremely well, and for a while, many of them were willing to get close to him.

Even Xiang Yang never paid any attention to them.

Among these people, only Shao Wenze still keeps a distance from him. It's just that this distance was looked down upon at first, but now it's disgusted and jealous.

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

Under Fusu's careful feeding, Xiangyang's body gradually became fleshy, his little face became more rosy, and even his head was raised a bit. He looked decent in a school robe.

Fu Su thought it was troublesome to teach his apprentices, so he sent Xiang Yang to the Xiufa Hall and the Martial Arts Hall to study. Stand out among the students.

It is said that on this day, Fusu and Xiangyang made an appointment to guide him to practice swordsmanship. Xiangyang got to the martial arts hall early and waited, but Fusu's figure was not seen for a long time.

After waiting for another stick of incense, Xiang Yang carried his small wooden sword on his back and walked towards Peach Blossom Residence.

It is estimated that the master fell asleep again.

Xiang Yang thought that the master hadn't been on time for more than a month.

Walking on the road, you can see large peach blossoms in full bloom from a distance. The fragrance of the flowers wafts around, and the nose is full of refreshing fragrance.

Although it is already July, the peach blossoms in Peach Blossom House seem to have never withered, and they are always full of vitality.

The master once said that the place where the Xiangfu mansion was built is a spiritual vein, although it is not as pure as the spiritual veins of the Xiuxiu Dapai, it can be regarded as a treasure in this capital, and the Peach Blossom Residence is built on the spiritual vein. In the middle of the pulse, the aura is the most abundant.

Therefore, that peach blossom has never thanked him, and it has been like this since he was born.

Xiang Yang gently opened the door, and then walked towards Taolin.

The master loves to drink and sleep on the peach tree most.

Sure enough, after walking into the peach grove, within a few steps, he saw Fusu sleeping soundly with a jug in his arms on a peach tree.

At this time, the sun was shining, but he found a place where the petals were densely packed to block the glare of the sun.

The loose red dress on his body was hanging in mid-air at this time, and the breeze blew past, bringing up patches of peach blossoms and dancing with the skirt.

The thick black hair was tied behind the back with a red headband, and it had been casually scattered on the tree trunk at this time, and against the white face, it looked even more white as snow.

Moshang is like a jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world, so what he said is nothing more than that.

Xiang Yang, who was already very familiar with this scene, didn't wake him up, and took the wooden sword from his back, set up his moves and began to practice the sword.

I saw that he skillfully drew the sword, the sword was like a white snake spitting out letters, breaking through the wind.Although it is a wooden sword, it is wielded like a swimming dragon, and it can be retracted and released freely.

I don't know when peach blossoms floated around, and the pink petals shuttled among the wooden swords, and sometimes they were as light as swallows, dancing with the sword.

From time to time, it will turn and close, but it will be divided into two in an instant.

The posture of practicing the sword can be seen from the countless places where it has been practiced, and it has been carefully studied.

After practicing a set of sword skills neatly, Xiang Yang withdrew his sword, and then glanced at Fu Su, only to see that the master who usually wakes up to make fun of him is still deeply asleep at this moment.

Xiang Yang stepped up suspiciously and walked under the peach tree, looked up at Fusu, but because of his short height, he could only see his back.

He stood under the branch where Fusu was lying, the red skirt was blown by the breeze, passing over his head again and again, he subconsciously held the skirt in his hand.

Master's clothes are so soft...

Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm and pulled it hard, but in a blink of an eye, Xiang Yang was lifted up to sit on the peach tree.

Xiang Yang with a dazed face came back to his senses, and saw Fusu with a smirking face in front of him, he whispered:

"master"

Fusu nodded casually, took another sip of wine from the jug, and then looked contented.

Xiangyang was so close to Fusu that he could clearly smell the faint peach blossom fragrance from Fusu's body.

I can't help but turn my attention to the jug, is it the smell of this thing?

It smells so good...

Fusu watched Xiangyang's gaze fall on the flagon in his hand, then brought the flagon in front of Xiangyang, and said with a smile:

"Want to try it?"

Xiangyang looked at Fusu, then at the jug in front of him, and sniffed it lightly, only to smell a pungent smell, not the fragrance of peach blossoms.

Fusu looked at Xiangyang frowning and avoiding him, looked at him amusedly, thinking he was still a child.

Hearing Fu Su's laughter, Xiang Yang gave him a rather shocking look.

Now his face has sensuality, and his facial features have gradually opened up. With thick eyebrows and big eyes, he is a very cute young lady.

His usually cold face was slightly blushing at this time, and his glaring look was also cute.Seeing this, Fusu stretched out his hand to pinch his face, and gently pulled it to that side, even couldn't stop laughing, and didn't let go until he had had enough fun.

Xiang Yang rubbed his face helplessly, and looked at Fu Su with a serious face.

I really don't know who is the master...

Fusu looked at the wooden sword in Xiangyang's hand, and asked casually symbolically:

"Today's homework can be done"

Hearing this, Xiang Yang nodded obediently.

Fusu hummed casually, then shifted his gaze to other places without saying anything.

Seeing this, Xiang Yang didn't say anything, just sat quietly on the book, feeling the rare leisure time.

The breeze blows, the peach tree makes a slight sound, the petals flutter, and there is a feeling of tranquility in the years.

After a while, Fusu suddenly took out the Yuxiao fan and shook it before Xiangyang, Xiangyang looked suspiciously.

Fusu smiled and said, "You can think of having fun at the market."

Xiang Yang was taken aback, thinking that he would have to practice later, and was about to shake his head, but he saw Fusu looking at him with the face written on his left face, unable to say no.

Fusu:?

Xiangyang: "Think"

Hearing Xiangyang's words, Fusu frowned and smiled with satisfaction.

Pulling Xiang Yang, he jumped to the ground and walked straight forward:

"Go, go."

Xiangyang: ...

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The two came to the market to go public. When it was officially lively, there were a lot of people, laughing and cursing, all kinds of people.

Fusu didn't like such a scene, so he led Xiangyang into a restaurant.

He often goes to that restaurant, Xiao Er sees him, and walks over with a flattering face:

"Master Xiang, you are here. The private room has been reserved for you. The villain will lead you there."

Fusu nodded, followed Xiaoer to the private room on the second floor with Xiangyang.

The so-called private room is an exquisitely furnished, quaint house with a window, and the bustling street is under the window.

The windows are made of special materials, and you can't hear any noise after closing them, which is the favorite of rich kids who like quietness.

Outside the private room is a stage, and people will be arranged every day at noon to sing operas or storytelling.

At this time, the stage had not yet started, Fusu ordered Xiao Er to serve a few dishes, and then he sat by the window bored, propping his chin with one hand, and casually playing with a fan with the other.

Xiang Yang sat opposite Fu Su, with a pair of small hands on the window sill, staring intently at the various stalls downstairs.

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Fusu raised the corners of his mouth in a funny way, after all, he is a child and likes to be lively.

After coming over for a while, Xiao Er brought up the side dishes.

Fu Su casually gave him a piece of silver, and the little girl smiled and left.

"Master, what is that?"

After Fusu twirled a piece of pastry, he heard the voice of yearning and doubt.

Fusu put down the pastry and looked at the hand he was pointing at.

I saw a group of people in green clothes coming to the street at some time, and they were pasting something on the notice board. Next to it, all kinds of busy people gathered in front of the notice board.

As soon as the people in Tsing Yi dispersed, they rushed forward, passing rumors among themselves, very chaotic.

Fusu only glanced at it, then looked away without interest.

"In a few days, it will be the general election day for the major sects of cultivating immortals to recruit disciples. That is the announcement."

"Cultivation sect?"

Xiang Yang looked at Fu Su suspiciously.

Fu Su nodded: "The Cultivation sect is a place that specially recruits disciples who ask for immortality."

"Is it the same as Xiangjia Academy?"

Fusu picked up the fan and tapped on Xiangyang's forehead lightly, and said with a smile:

"Naturally they are different. Comparing the two, it can be said that a place like Xiangjia Academy is just a low-level place in front of the cultivation sect, and what you have learned is only superficial."

fur?

Xiang Yang frowned, and looked at Fu Su: "Master, do you want to go to those cultivation sects to practice?"

Fusu retracted his fan, and unhurriedly picked up a piece of pastry.

"Of course I won't go"

After speaking, he looked at Xiang Yang with a smile:

"Do you want to go?"

Xiang Yang was startled when he heard the words, does he want to go?

No, he doesn't want to go.

He doesn't want to go anywhere without a master.

Shaking his head firmly, he said, "Where is the master, I will be here."

Fusu asked with some surprise: "Aren't you afraid that you will never be able to step on the true path of cultivation in this life?"

Xiang Yang looked at him with a serious expression on his small face: "I believe in Master"

Fusu was pleased by his serious appearance, and looked at him with discerning expression: "Yangyang, good boy, I will ask the teacher to give you extra lessons tomorrow."

Xiangyang:......

Did he worship a fake master?

While the two were talking, the singer had already played music.

Fusu stopped and looked at the stage intently.Xiang Yang was not very interested in this, and after a while he couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing that Fusu was watching carefully, he simply closed his eyes and began to meditate.

This sitting, even when the play stopped, I didn't notice it.

Fusu propped his chin, looking at Xiang Yang who was concentrating on meditating.

Even in such a noisy environment, Fusu was still a little shocked to be able to fall into samadhi so quickly, even though he knew that Xiangyang's aptitude was very good.

Furthermore, if the aptitude is so good, he will definitely not be in the pool in the future, but has he set up such a character?

Or maybe it was because he accepted him as an apprentice that changed Xiang Yang's fate?

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When Xiang Yang opened his eyes, it was already getting dark. He looked at Fusu who was sitting and dozing, and stood up apologetically:

"Master...I..."

Fusu waved his hand at him to indicate that it was okay.

"It's getting late, let's go back"

"Um"