Writing a thesis in the world of cultivating immortals

Due to the General Election of the Cultivation Sect, in the next few days, the Xiangfu Academy will suspend all classes, and Xiang Hongyi, the Patriarch of the Xiangfu, and some teachers will lead the disciples up the mountain to participate in the general election.

Because Xiang Yang was still young, he was never counted among them.

On this day, before Xiang Hongyi left, he called Fusu to him and explained seriously:

"In the few days since I left the mansion for my father, Su'er must not be negligent. No matter what your aptitude is, you must know that you are my son in the Xiang mansion and the next head of the Xiang family."

Fusu stood in front of Xiang Hongyi, looking at Xiang Hongyi with distressed expression.

He knew that Xiang Hongyi felt sorry for him, if Sanqing Daoist hadn't tested the spiritual root for him in advance, he should have Xuantian Sword Sect with Xiang Hongyi today.

"Father, don't worry. The child will practice hard and never let up. The child will also take care of the mother. Father, don't worry."

Hearing Aiko's sensible words, Xiang Hongyi nodded in relief. Although Su'er was mischievous, she always saw clearly in front of major events.

"Su'er is relieved to say that she is a father."

Xiang Hongyi lovingly stroked Fusu's hair. This man as firm as a mountain gave all his love to his wife and children.

Xiang Hongyi and Xiang Shi said a few more words, and then left with everyone.

After Fusu and Xiang Shi promised a few more words that they would practice hard and stop being playful, they slowly returned to Taohuaju.

Because the school was closed for the past few days, Fusu asked Xiangyang to go to Taohuaju to do homework every day, and he did not miss out on calligraphy and sword practice.

It's not that Fusu is so diligent, but after Xiang knew that he had accepted an apprentice, he asked him to guide Xiangyang every day.

Fusu couldn't handle Xiangshi the most, so he agreed.

In addition, Xiangyang is not talkative, and he is diligent in his cultivation. He only occasionally needs to ask him about a few things he doesn't understand, and the rest of the time he practices by himself. After a long time, Fusu let Xiangyang live in the outer room of Peach Blossom Residence, and practice daily Also more convenient.

After Xiangyang practiced the sword, he walked into the house and saw Fusu dozing on the chaise longue under the window, looking relaxed and comfortable.

Xiangyang approached, and saw a pink peach petal on Fusu's hair scattered on the chair.

So he gently stretched out his hand, trying to take off the petal, but when he was about to take it, Fusu grabbed his wrist.

"Oops, catch a petty thief"

Xiang Yang was shocked by what he said, and waved his hands again and again: "No, I just want to remove the petals from Master's hair."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head a little aggrieved, and Fusu laughed out loud at that pitiful appearance.

Xiang Yang looked helplessly at Fusu who was laughing like crazy, is it that funny?

Fusu stopped laughing, and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.

"Who made you look like a little old man? It's so cute."

Xiang Yang shook his hand away in embarrassment, and walked out of the house with his small wooden sword on his back.

Fusu lost sleepiness after such a commotion, straightened his clothes and walked outside the house.

At this moment, the sun is in full bloom, and after staying in the room for a long time, Fusu felt uncomfortable for a while, so Fusu closed his eyes, and opened them slowly after a while.

Xiang Yang was practicing sword under the peach tree, and the little people were practicing seriously with an equally small wooden sword.

Seeing Fusu coming out from the corner of the eye, Xiang Yang stopped and walked towards him: "Master, do you want to practice sword?"

Fusu put his hand on his head and rubbed it vigorously, until his smooth hair was messed up, then retracted his hand, and said with a smile: "How is it possible?"

Xiang Yang appointed and skillfully fixed his hair, and seeing Fusu's natural appearance, he shook his head like a helpless little adult.

Although the master never practiced seriously, he never taught him.

But Xiangyang knew that his master was the most powerful.

Even the teachers in the school couldn't explain things clearly, he could make him understand with just a word.

"Master is like this, aren't you afraid that your apprentice will surpass you in the future?"

Fusu raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words, compared the heights of the two, and said with a smile:

"Don't talk about anything else, let's talk about Yang Yang's stature as a teacher first, Xiao Yangyang." Fu Su deliberately bit that boy hard.

Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fusu in amazement, and finally said dissatisfiedly: "I will grow taller, taller than the master!"

Fusu smiled slightly, stroked his head and said, "Okay, you will be taller than me."

Listening to his obviously perfunctory tone, Xiang Yang said firmly: "I will eat a lot!"

"Okay, okay, you will grow taller"

"I really will"

"it is good....."

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Time passed so unhurriedly, and Xiang Hongyi came back not long after.

A total of 120 students of the right age went to Xiangfu Academy, but only 32 students were selected.

Among them, the nine-year-old Shao Wenze was the most prominent. He was accepted by a peak master of the Xuantian Sword Sect and officially stepped on the road of cultivating immortals.

Every year in the future, a few students will be selected, so the position of the head of the three aristocratic families in Xiangfu has never been shaken.

Fusu is not interested in these things, and has never participated in the invitations of major families. During the whole day, except for the routine practice, he basically just drinks, listens to plays and amuses the crickets, just like a playboy.

Five years passed by so quietly, Fusu's cultivation seemed to have stopped at the age of nine, without any effort, no matter how many rare treasures he found for him from Hongyi, it was useless.

After a long time, Xiang Hongyi also believed that his only son was a Wulinggen.

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"Master, this is a post from Lianfu"

A servant held an invitation card respectfully, and looked nervously at the young man in front of him.

I saw the young man about 14 years old, dressed in a gorgeous red dress, and his long black hair tied with a jade crown, sticking softly behind his back.The boy's bright eyes and white teeth, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes reveal a smile, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, his face looks like powder, and his lips look like fat, so bright but not feminine.

"Lianfu?"

Fusu took the invitation card and put it casually on the chair beside him, not intending to look at it, and was about to turn around, but saw the boy still standing there respectfully, a little puzzled: "Is there anything else?" thing?"

The young man was startled when he heard the words, a drop of sweat fell from his forehead: "Young Master, the eldest son of the Lianfu said that this post was specially asked for instructions from the current Holy Majesty, and the person invited is... His Royal Highness Jing'an."

Hearing this, Fu Su raised his eyebrows slightly and waved his hands to indicate that he understood, and the boy respectfully left.

Fusu picked up the invitation and glanced at it, then threw it aside in a bored manner.

He helped Su, the last thing he liked was being threatened...

Since he was invited by Prince Jing'an, he, Prince Jing'an, went to have a look.

"master"

Hearing a voice from outside the door, Fusu looked.

is Xiangyang

The now-year-old Xiangyang is no longer the little child he was back then.

In the past few years, he has grown a lot taller, with delicate features and a righteous attitude, but he has become less talkative.

Fusu threw the invitation in his hand to him, and then sat on the chair casually.

Xiang Yang took the invitation card and opened it suspiciously.

It's an invitation from Lianfu.

"Master wants to participate?"

Fusu nodded, narrowing her beautiful eyes slightly.

In the Holy Spirit Continent, there are three major cultivation families, the Xiang family in Kyoto, the Hua family in Jinling, and the Lian family in Gusu, with the Xiang family at the head.

Although the forces are not in one place, each has its own branch in Kyoto.

In the past few years, the major families held some banquets and discussions from time to time, but Fusu never attended.

In the past few years, he went out less and less, and spent most of his time staying in Taohuaju. After a long time, some people reported that the young master of the Xiang family was frightening, and his qualifications were poor. He was afraid that he would lose face to the Xiang family, so Never heard from outsiders.

Now that the Lianfu actually issued such an invitation, he was somewhat interested and wanted to see what they would do.

"As mentioned in the invitation, the Lianfu found a spiritual vein and invited all the clans and casual cultivators to participate in the hunt. Since he invited, we will naturally go. It is best to clean up all his treasures before letting him go. It's not in vain."

Xiang Yang nodded slightly "OK"

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The next morning, the two of them got up early, but they lingered, and it was already noon when they arrived at Lianfu.

"Do you have an invitation for the two young masters?"

When the two walked to the door, a guard stepped forward to inquire.

Fusu handed the invitation to him, the guard looked at it, and respectfully led the two towards the inner mansion.

"This is where the villain retreats first."

The guard took the two of them to a garden and left respectfully.

Fusu looked around.

The garden layout of Lianfu is quite different from that of Xiangfu. The layout of Xiangfu is antique and focuses on temperament, while Lianfu is luxurious and gorgeous, resplendent and resplendent. It looks like it is not short of money.

Seeing a group of people standing or sitting in the pavilion ahead, Fusu walked towards it.

After a few steps, the two walked to the front of the court, and everyone looked over suspiciously.

I saw a handsome, suave young man in red clothes, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, and was bright and charming.

While the other one looks young, but is also pretty and bright. He is well-dressed, but his face is expressionless, and he is not at all lively and naughty that this age should have.

Such a person with outstanding appearance and outstanding temperament must not be an ordinary casual cultivator. Everyone guessed which family he was a child of.

At this time, a man in light green clothes walked up among the crowd, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, he looked to be in his twenties, with a jade pendant with intricate patterns hanging on his waist.

If an ordinary person saw this jade pendant, he would know that it was Lian Yuansi, the eldest son of Lianfu's family.

However, Fusu and Xiangyang, one is lazy and ignorant, the other only knows about cultivation, neither knows who this person is.

Lian Yuansi looked at Fusu with a kind smile on his face and said:

"This is the young master Xiangfu from Kyoto?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words, is this Xiang Fusu?Didn't it mean that Xiang Fu Susheng was terrifying and gloomy?Lian Yuansi might have admitted the wrong person.

Fusu smiled slightly in the astonished eyes of the crowd and said: "Yes, I will formally Xiang Fusu, next to me is my disciple Xiangyang."

Lian Yuansi bowed to Xiangyang again when he heard the words, but Xiangyang remembered that he stood quietly without giving any face, without saying a word.

Even Yuansi was not annoyed when he saw this, and still introduced Fusu to everyone with a smile.

"You're Xiang Fusu? I've heard that you were born ugly, but why do you look so good-looking?"

The one who spoke was a casual cultivator in the crowd, who looked young and innocent.

Fusu opened his fan and acted coercively: "My son is naturally Xiang Fusu. As for appearance, it's just a foreign thing, so why should you care too much?"

Xiangyang, who knows Fusu's true nature:......

The young boy chuckled when he heard the words, and before he had time to speak, he heard Lian Yuansi say: "Now that everyone is here, let's go."

The Lingshan Mountain is not here, and everyone just gathers here.

When everyone heard the words, they raised their weapons and walked to the door. They saw that the servant was already waiting with his horse.

Everyone took the horse and was about to get on the horse and fly away when they heard a voice.

Fusu, who was acting as a demon at the right time, looked at the servant and said weakly: "This horse is not comfortable to sit on. My young master wants to take a carriage."

The servant looked at it in embarrassment, with a look of bewilderment.

When everyone heard the words, they all looked sideways, looking at Fu Sude with all kinds of contempt, disdain and jokes in his eyes.

Fusu seemed invisible, but refused to

mount.

Lian Yuansi walked over from the front of the crowd and looked at Fusu with embarrassment: "Master Xiang, this trip will only take half a day, if Si takes a carriage, I'm afraid it will delay the trip."

Who is Fusu? He insists on enjoying life and never treats himself badly. In addition, he deliberately makes things difficult for Lian Yuansi and insists on taking a carriage.

Lian Yuansi had no choice but to agree. At Fusu's request, he brought a gorgeous carriage, and Fusu was willing to give up.

After Fusu and Xiangyang got into the carriage together, the team slowly started to set off.

Fusu lifted the curtain, looked at the young casual cultivator sitting in front of him, and motioned for him to come over.

"Master Xiang?"

The casual cultivator looked at Fusu suspiciously, and a drop of sweat slowly fell from his forehead.

"Fellow Daoist, would you like to sit with me?"

Fusu smiled slightly and extended the invitation here.

Seeing that he didn't look like a joke, and seeing how cool he was in the carriage, the casual cultivator readily agreed.

"Hee hee, my name is Shen Bi, and I'm a casual cultivator from Taiwu, so you can call me Shen Bi, Young Master."

Shen Bi got into the carriage and introduced to the two with a smile.

Xiang Yang saw that Fusu took the initiative to invite him, although he was not happy in his heart, he still nodded to him.

Fu Su smiled friendlyly at Shen Bi.

He gave him a frozen tangerine, and said with a smile: "In the past few years, Fusu didn't go out very often, and he didn't know much about current affairs. Shen Bi would like to explain it to me in detail."

Shen Bi ate the oranges and felt cool and comfortable: "I don't know what Young Master Xiang wants to hear, Shen Bi knows everything without saying anything."

Fusu also took a mandarin orange, and asked casually, "For example, Lian Yuansi."

Shen Bi looked puzzled, Young Master Liang?

Fusu smiled and nodded at him.