The Protagonist Just Wants To Falling In Love - Chap 877
He asked him if he wanted to become a god.
What does it mean to become a god?
As long as he cultivates the way of his previous life, he can reach the peak period.
Putting his thoughts aside, when Chu Shun stood up, the man’s broad back appeared in his mind, as well as the firm “Believe me” that echoed in his ears.
He lowered his eyes and raised his hand to touch his shoulder.
Nothing has happened in this life yet, will everything be different?
The next day, Chu Shun went to Ling Yugeng’s palace to look for him. A disciple outside the door asked him what was going on. He told him that there were a few things that Ling Yugeng had given him last night. He didn’t understand something and wanted to ask.
Ling Yugeng sat cross-legged in the hall and heard the sounds outside. What happened last night made him feel that Chu Shun was a little strange. He didn’t want to get too close to him, so as not to cause trouble. It wasn’t something too important. He sent a message to Disciples outside the sect, let the other party say that he is not here.
The disciple outside the door obeyed, “The sect master is not in the hall, please come back.”
Chu Shun asked again: “Where has the master gone?”
”This is beyond your control.” The disciple said, “Everyone in the Hehuan Sect, sect master You can go wherever you want, and you will report to us.”
”In this way.” The disciple took out a piece of paper, “If you don’t understand something, just write it down on the paper, and I will show it to the master when he comes back. ”
Chu Shun looked at the paper and pen in his disciple’s hand, then turned to look at the door. He lowered his head for a moment and said, “I have an injury on my hand. I wonder…could you please write for me?”
White mist lingered in the incense burner in the palace. Ling Yugeng closed his eyes and felt the young man’s lost figure disappear, which seemed a bit pitiful for some reason.
After a while, the disciple’s voice came from outside the hall, and he said “come in”.
The disciple came in and handed him the piece of paper in his hand.
The ink on the rice paper was not dry yet. Ling Yugeng took it and took a look at it. He took the pen and put it on the rice paper. He circled the things that Chu Shun didn’t understand and explained them in detail. He handed it to the disciple and asked him to hand it in later. To Chu Shun.
Although the disciple didn’t understand why Ling Yugeng was clearly inside but told Chu Shun that he wasn’t, he still said “yes”.
When the young man was growing up, Ling Yugeng thought of Chu Shun’s weak body last night and ordered: “Go to Elder Meng’s place in the back mountain to buy some spiritual chickens and make soup for him.” It’s time to replenish the body
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An hour later, Chu Shun received a reply from Ling Yugeng. The handwriting on the letter was elegant and powerful, with iron and silver hooks. They said that handwriting can reveal a person’s character, and this word fit the man’s face very well.
He rubbed the writing with his fingertips and put the paper in a drawer aside.
The two of them were like this for several days in a row, one handing in homework and the other correcting it.
At this hour of the day, Chu Shun handed over to the disciples at the door and left. As he walked through the corridor, he saw a figure much shorter than him. He had a beautiful androgynous face. He was wearing the uniform of a disciple of the Hehuan Sect. He arrived at the entrance of Ling Yugeng Hall happily.
Chu Shun saw him raising his head and talking to the disciples at the door of the temple. The door of the temple that had been closed opened.
Chu Shun paused and watched Jiang Chaoyun enter the palace. The palace door closed again, cutting off his prying eyes.
He withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the lake beside the railing of the wooden corridor. There were lotus leaves floating on the water, and goldfish swam by in the water, making waves.
It turned out that he was not here and was lying to him.
”Master!” The thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy stood in the hall and saluted gracefully.
Ling Yugeng was holding a book in his hand, with a few big words on the cover – “Weapon Refining: From Beginner to Master”. He put the book down and asked, “What’s the matter?” The young man in front of him had a tender face and bright appearance. He was the youngest under him
. The disciple, everyone calls him Junior Brother, was admitted into the sect at the age of five. His name is Jiang Chaoyun. He is naive and a little arrogant.
The original body doted on him very much because he was raised as his own furnace.
The young man looked around as if he was looking for something.
”Master, I heard people say that you have accepted other disciples. Is this true?”
Ling Yugeng did not deny it. “After a while, you will be able to see him after he recovers from his injury.”
The young man curled his lips.
In the original plot, Jiang Chaoyun was not happy with Chu Shun at first, because he had been the youngest junior disciple in the sect since he was a child, and was later replaced, so he was naturally unhappy.
But later he was conquered by Chu Shun.
”From now on, you will also be a senior brother.” Ling Yugeng knew what he cared about and said quietly, “Take good care of my junior brother.”
The word “senior brother” made Jiang Chaoyun roll his eyes a few times and said “oh” obediently.
After he came out of seclusion this time, the master didn’t love him as much as before. The last time he and his senior brother fought, the master punished him to pay for the damaged items in his senior brother’s room.
He bit his lip and asked again: “And… I heard something happened to Senior Sister…” ”
The fate card is still there. I have sent people to look for it. Don’t worry too much.”
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Ling Yugeng sent people to Chu Chu Shun was taking care of him, and knowing that his injuries were almost healed, he was thinking about finding a sword for Chu Shun.
A monk’s first sword is very important.
Ling Yugeng took this matter seriously. As a teacher, he must fulfill his responsibilities.
But he was reading and learning now, and the materials were not enough. In the weapon refining room, Ling Yugeng was holding a book in one hand, and refining materials in the furnace with the other hand, controlling the heat, and then fusing the materials. What he was refining was just a low-level weapon, and a white light flashed. Then, a sword appeared in front of him, but before he could hold on for a while, the sword broke into two sections with a “thud”.
It really doesn’t work without the materials.
He glanced at the sky outside, walked out of the refining room, and when he returned to the palace, he noticed fluctuations in spiritual energy.
In the open space in the hall, the swords of the two people crossed each other, making a crisp sound. The bamboo on the side was cut into two sections by the sharp sword intent, falling to the ground with a rustling sound, and the bamboo leaves were floating in the air.
