The disciple hurriedly said, "Of course, Master cherishes his disciples, and they are all grateful."

Zheng Feixian nodded and left silently.

Seven days later, July finally woke up. He was about to get out of bed when he opened his eyes. The disciples of the pharmacy hurriedly stopped her and said that they would immediately let the kitchen deliver food to her and asked her to lie down and rest. July insisted that she would be fine if she had eaten something and insisted on going over by herself. When the argument broke out, Qiuye came and threw a bag for going out.

"Can you move? From today on, you will follow me, and the master has agreed. Let's go to Shenwu Race immediately."

July happily grabbed the bag and supported himself out of bed, laughing and said, "If the elder asks July to eat his stomach first, he will definitely be able to move."

"I won't eat here. I'll invite you to Zhengwanglou in Zhengdu today. Our sisters booked the venue to eat the delicious food in Zhengwanglou!"

Feixian Sect is located in Shuiyue Lake outside Zhengdu, and it takes only half a day to ride a carriage. After July, there are few opportunities to go out. I heard that it was to eat or go to Zhengwang Tower, the largest Zhengdu building. I was so happy that I was willing to endure it for half a day. I got out of bed and hugged Qiuye's arm and shouted and left.

After leaving Shuiyue Lake, a disciple of Feixian Sect brought two fiery red long-haired BMWs. Qiuye pointed at one and said that it would be July's mount in the future. The latter happily hugged the horse's neck and felt intimate.

Horses are divided into high and low prices. If the cheap one is a few taels of silver, they can only carry some things with enough strength. If they ride, they cannot run far. A good horse can be worth ten thousand gold and run like flying. Everyone likes horses and wants a horse to travel for transportation. They prefer BMWs. But horses are expensive, so they are more expensive to raise. A good meal costs one qian. After a month, the fodder alone costs nine or ten taels of silver, which is worth an average horse purchase.

Riding on the BMW, I ran around and ran along the way, and I met passers-by and business travelers along the way. After July, I came to Shuiyue Lake and was also followed by passers-by, but the disciples of Feixian General were attracted by people, but she didn't care much about it. She knew that it was because of the mount. It was the first time she had such a precious and unimaginable thing since she grew up. She couldn't help but rub her face with her loving face and gently rubbing the horse's neck. The horse was also human and she ran more vigorously at that time, as if she was responding to the care.

The two of them rode two, wearing red clothes, and the dust flew across the river, and the charming sight was flying. Only the light reflected by the waving silver whip was always dazzling.

Compared to July when the BMW mount was so happy, Bu Jingxian on Beiling Mountain was much more pitiful. He waited for his master for a few days, fearing that his master would not know where he was, so he stayed at the back cliff for several days. After six days passed, the old man Beiling finally spoke to him on the night of the seventh day.

At that time, he was staring at the starry sky by the cliff, and when the old man Beiling walked behind him, he realized that he hurriedly turned around and bowed.

"How is the progress of the cultivation of Soul Art?"

Bu Jingxian hurriedly replied, "The disciple's qualifications are dull and hard to cultivate to the seventh level."

"Okay! You must not slack off when practicing martial arts. You should practice martial arts wholeheartedly on this Beiling Mountain. There are opportunities and time to do the other things in the future."

"Yes! Disciples keep their teachings in mind."

Old Man Beiling had nothing to say and looked silently at the night sky outside the cliff. Bu Jingxian looked at the increasing wrinkles of his master and couldn't help but sigh. Old Man Beiling was really old, and no matter how neatly his hair was combed, it was covered with silver threads, making his face look even older. He was thinking, and his shoulder was suddenly patted.

The old man Beiling looked at him kindly, for a moment, smiling.

"Work hard and work hard, don't let down the 100,000 heroic spirits on the Soul Mountain. The soul will has long been disapproved by the people of the world. The demise of the Soul Sect makes the people of the world regard the soul will as ridiculous. The soul will not allow it to fail again. If you are born to take this burden, you will not be able to defeat. Victory can only be faced with people, and victory can only make the people of the world yearn for it."

Without waiting for Bu Jingxian to answer, the old man Beiling patted him on the shoulder twice, and left without saying a word.

Leaving Bu Jingxian, he stood there blankly. He was as confused as before. Old Man Beiling cares about him? Perfunctory him?

He stood alone by the cliff and thought over and over again, but he could not get any results. Looking up at the dark night sky, the stars flashed everywhere, and suddenly he remembered that there had been many days since he had not seen the sky so seriously.

When the Shenwu Ring was held, the old man Beiling brought the disciples from the top of the mountain to watch the competition.

But Bu Jingxian was left behind. Whether he wanted to go was voluntarily, and he would have to pay ten taels of gold for the trip.

No one thinks that money is needed, but no one is used to the old man Beiling's lion speaking out loud.

The mountaintop, which is usually lively, suddenly became deserted, as if he was the only one left in the world. He was bored in the square and surrounded the house. Suddenly he heard crying and found the crying boy in the house.

He knew this person, named Shaoyuan, and was one of the many children of Darobi, the leader of the Black Wolf Army. Shaoyuan's mother was from the barbaric border. She was pregnant with him because she was drunk and confused by Darobi, the leader of the Black Wolf Army. Shaoyuan's mother looked ugly and never got favor. However, the Black Wolf Army has always valued trust and responsibilities, so the mother and son were able to live a worry-free life.

Shaoyuan's appearance is not pleasant, his nose is twice as big as that of ordinary people, and his lips are dark skin. He is extremely timid and cowardly, so his mother can come here to study his skills. The mother and son have been despised for a long time. One day, Shaoyuan's mother saw other children in Dalubi bullying Shaoyuan for fun, and was extremely angry and blamed herself. She believed that she was a mother who harmed the child, so she begged Dalubi to send Shaoyuan to study here at all costs. Of course, such expensive tuition fees were rejected. Shaoyuan's mother had already established ambitions and pulled her sword in front of many people.

Shaoyun was sent to Beiling Mountain to learn skills. It was also the courage of the Black Wolf Army to admire his mother. In the event of such a tragic incident, Shaoyuan should have worked hard, but when he came to Beiling Mountain, he was afraid of anyone who saw him. Someone who knew about him was told, and others even used him as a joke.

He could cry if he was bullied and threatened, which made the disciples of the Beiling Sect even more interesting. After a few days of teaching, the old man Beiling taught him and shook his head and said it was not possible! The other disciples on the top of the mountain were even more unwilling to teach him. He could not learn anything, and he could never do it well. When he saw the sword, he was afraid of crying, and often had snot and tears mixed with mud and dust on his face.

Other disciples called him Black Rat, saying that he was the only smelly rat on the top of the noble Beiling Mountain.

Shaoyuan had only been to Beiling Mountain for more than ten days, but his reputation had already reached the point of catching up with Bu Jingxian.

When Shaoyuan saw Bu Jingxian walking into the house, he stopped crying. They had met several times, so they were not afraid of Bu Jingxian. He knew that Bu Jingxian would not bully him, nor would he scold him for laughing at him. Seeing that Shaoyuan didn't cry, he just stared at him with a dirty and snotted face, Bu Jingxian turned around and left, and Shaoyuan, who had just taken two steps, started crying again.

When he turned around, Shaoyuan stopped crying again. He made a move and then Shaoyuan cried again immediately, but he returned and did not cry again. He tried several times to get the curse in Turin.

"Why are you crying?"

Bu Jingxian had no choice but to set himself aside and asked him.

"Fear."

"What are you afraid of?"

"No one."

"It's inexplicable. They bully you for fun when they are there, but you should be happy, why are you still afraid of being happy?"

Shaoyuan stared blankly at Bu Jingxian and couldn't answer.

"Stop crying, just go to bed if you have nothing to do."

This time Bu Jingxian left Shaoyuan and did not cry anymore.

After walking around the top of the empty mountain, Bu Jingxian returned to Houjiao to practice martial arts. Not long after practicing, he heard the shouts of "Hey! Hey! Hey!...", and then he realized that Shaoyuan, who had a black face and big nose, had come at some point. He learned that he had punched and kicked his feet a few feet away, and shouted "Hey" every time he hit him. It was not like practicing martial arts, like a curious child imitating others, with an excited and interesting smile on his dirty face.
Chapter completed!