Book 2: Chapter 4.2: It May Be A Bit Painful
Bai Qiuran returned to his room and continued to sit opposite Tang Ruowei.
“Ah, as soon as they left, I felt much more relaxed.”
Tang Ruowei sat opposite Bai Qiuran, rubbing the rough teacup.
“Nơ my status is higher than them. Why don’t you feel nervous when facing me?”
Bai Qiuran smiled slightly at her and asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe it was because someone had previously forced me to drink.”
Tang Ruowei stared at the teacup and thought for a long time, and suddenly said:
“Seriously, shouldn’t it be better if we changed how we call each other? I also think it’s not good to keep calling your name all the time.”
“Okay, you can call me Master.”
Bai Qiuran hooked her.
“Come on, say it. I haven’t heard it in my life.”
Tang Ruowei flushed, but still insisted:
“Do you think I’m shy?”
“Then do it.”
Bai Qiuran sat upright and looked at her with a smiling face.
Tang Ruowei stared at his face, brewed for a long time, and finally squeezed out a word.
“Master.”
“Good job, my obedient student.”
For the first time, Tang Ruowei felt that Bai Qiuran’s smile looked so irritating.
“It’s not fair.”
Tang Ruowei then exclaimed:
“You have to change how you address me too. Don’t you dare?”
“Easy.”
Bai Qiuran was in his true colors, and deliberately said in an affectionate voice:
“Ruowei.”
Tang Ruowei’s face blushed, even her ears were reddened.
“I… I need to go to the toilet.”
The girl stood up and ran, but suddenly stopped.
“Where is the toilet?”
“Go out and turn left.”
Bai Qiuran replied lightly.
Tang Ruowei covered her face and fled out. Seeing this, Bai Qiuran sneered and said:
“Ha, too young too simple. Do you think I lived three thousand years for nothing? If I get serious, no girl can face me for ten minutes.”
As soon as the words fell, Bai Qiuran suddenly felt a deep sadness for no reason at all.
“Well, there seems to be something wrong with the words just now, why is my heart hurting…”
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The third elder was very efficient. Soon, he sent Tang Ruowei to send the jade pendant and clothes as a status symbol of Qingming’s disciple. By the way, he expanded the small courtyard of Bai Qiuran a little, adding a boudoir and a personal training ground to Tang Ruowei.
After a simple ceremony, Tang Ruowei became Bai Qiuran’s first disciple in his 3000 years of life.
After the ceremony was completed, Bai Qiuran didn’t waste any time and immediately began teaching.
He took Tang Ruowei to the newly repaired training ground, and the two sat opposite each other on the wooden floor with cushions, and then Bai Qiulan asked:
“Ruo Wei, do you know what was most important at the beginning of the road of cultivation?”
After staying here for two days, Tang Ruowei, who was continuously shouted by Bai Qiuran, had no response. After listening to Bai Qiuran’s question, she answered as usual:
“Master, is it the Spiritual Root?”
“The Spiritual Root is indeed important, but not the most important one.”
Bai Qiuran answered:
“The road of cultivation is like to build a high building. The Spiritual Root determines the speed of obtaining raw materials, but this way can be developed through the efforts of the day after tomorrow. A high building must be strong and stable, and it must be built on a good foundation, which is your body itself. The easiest way to lay the foundation is to build a good body. ”
“Master, since I was six years old, I have practiced the Xuanlong technique of our Shangxuan royal family. I think my physical quality is much better than that of ordinary mortals.”
“Not enough. Don’t underestimate the cultivation, that quality can’t support a tall enough building.”
Bai Qiuran looked at Tang Ruowei with complex eyes.
“Since you are my disciple, I will naturally be responsible for sending you farther, and you will surely be able to reach a higher level than me. The technique you practiced is also in the library of Qingming Sword Sect. For a mortal country, it is indeed enough, but compared to the technique of cultivation, it is neither sophisticate enough in terms of internal qi, nor throughout enough in external skills. ”
“So…”
Tang Ruowei asked curiously:
“What should I do now?”
“Well, there is only one method. Lend me your hand.”
Bai Qiuran stretched out Tang Ruowei’s soft palm, saying:
“Ruowei, it may be a bit painful. Don’t hate your teacher for that, okay?”