"What else?"

Ning Qingxue asked softly.

"High nose bridge, small mouth.

If you have a face shape, a melon-shaped face or a bun-shaped face, it’s fine.”

Ling Qingchen thought for a while and spoke.

"Um."

Ning Qingxue nodded gently.

I meet the following conditions myself.

"how's it going?

Is there a suitable candidate in the Master?”

Looking at Ning Qingxue who was thinking, a trace of expectation flashed in Ling Qingchen's eyes.

It’s so hard to have a pure heart and few desires!

"Is there any kind of saint, or princess or something?

Or, the kind of young lady who is very rich at home can do it too?"

Ling Qingchen asked with anticipation.

Finding a rich woman and being a rich man will make life beautiful.

Ning Qingxue: "???"

Have a lot of ideas?

"Haha, I'm pretty good at thinking?

As a teacher, I would like to remind you.

The Heart Sutra you practiced is a boy's skill.

Practitioners are required to maintain their body as a boy.

It is not allowed to break your body casually, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable."

Hearing Ling Qingchen's words, Ning Qingxue couldn't help but sneer and warned a few times.

Ling Qingchen: "????"

Boy's Technique? Isn't this the skill of the great thief practiced by the flower picking thief?

"Then...that flower-picking thief? He has practiced this technique, how should he pick flowers?"

A deep sense of confusion appeared in Ling Qingchen's eyes.

Could it be that he has always used his hands?

This...No, no, right?

Isn’t there really someone who is a flower picking thief, but he is so miserable, right?

Ning Qingxue: “…”

Why is your question so tricky?

"Others' own way.

Why do you care about so much about others?"

Ning Qingxue said with a angrily blank look Ling Qingchen said.

She couldn't tell Ling Qingchen that she was lying to him, right?

"But... it's not written in the exercises that this is the Boy's Kung Fu?"

Ling Qingchen's eyes showed a deep confusion.

Ning Qingxue: “…”

"Who gave you this technique?"

Ning Qingxue asked softly.

"It's you, Master."

Ling Qingchen answered truthfully.

"Is it because of your master's cultivation high, or is it because of your cultivation high?"

Ning Qingxue asked again.

"The master has a high level of cultivation."

Ling Qingchen answered truthfully.

“These things are all placed here.

Do you think you know more about this technique for the master or you know more about it?”

Ning Qingxue asked softly.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

This... you have clearly read the name of this technique wrongly before.

“Master knows a lot.”

Ling Qingchen said helplessly.

“That’s not it.

Just listen to what you are like.

Can you still harm you if you are a teacher?

As a teacher, it’s all for your own good!”

Ning Qingxue patted Ling Qingchen's shoulder with a look of relief and said.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

"Then... Is it still time for the disciple to modify the martial arts now?"

A hint of hesitation flashed in Ling Qingchen's eyes and asked.

If you want to keep your body as a boy, it means that no matter how long you live, it will have no meaning!

"Do you want eternal life?"

Ning Qingxue looked at Ling Qingchen with a serious look and asked.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

In no mood!

Everyone in the world wants eternal life, and they are immersed in the dream of eternal life by cultivating the truth.

But as a person who has traveled through modern times, Ling Qingchen naturally understood that it is very difficult to achieve true eternal life.

Even in fantasy novels, it is not that easy for the protagonist to achieve immortality.

Then we have to do it step by step.

He even had to fight against the legendary Taoist ancestor.

This is so magical!

Too tired too!

Ling Qingchen just wanted to lie down.

"The method of immortality is enviable by everyone.

But how many people really understand what they want?”

Ling Qingchen looked at the clouds in the sky with a deep face and said softly.

"Really understand what you want?"

Ning Qingxue murmured softly.

For some reason, these unambitious words sounded so reasonable at the moment.

An indescribable and unexplained artistic conception suddenly emanated from Ning Qingxue.

Ling Qingchen only felt a very ethereal and elusive aura, and rushed towards him.

The whole person was in a daze, as if he had fallen into some wonderful artistic conception, and for a moment, he was a little difficult to extricate himself.

"call."

A gentle cry sounded.

Ling Qingchen then came to his senses and escaped from the mysterious artistic conception.
To be continued...