When Geng Qubing heard this, he wanted to pray to Master Xuankong to accept him as his disciple, but the words came to his mouth. Geng Qubing couldn't help but realize that it was inevitable that it was too difficult to speak to Xuankong.

He didn't know that Miss Qingfeng's mind changed, but he just felt that he was going to make a deal with Xuankong, and used his sweetheart to exchange for his own transaction of immortality and immortality.

Although there are only two words to be a disciple, it is heavier than ten thousand pounds on the edge of Geng Qubing's tongue.

He was so stressed that he couldn't speak.

Master Xuankong suddenly understood Geng Qubing's eyes, as if he had just been born in this world and heard from the old master that there would be something about cultivating immortals and becoming gods in this world.

It is a desire for power, an urgent desire to grasp one's own destiny.

However, Xuankong did not point out Geng Qubing's thoughts. He felt that everyone should have the right to make their own choices and must learn to respect other people's efforts, and cannot put themselves above all sentient beings just because they have mastered some power beyond mortals.

Never underestimate anyone. As long as you have a heart for the Tao of yearning for practice, no matter how weak a person is now, he will one day become stronger.

Geng Qubing's teeth were bitten together tightly, and he did not dare to look directly at Taoist Master Xuankong or Qingfeng's eyes. He was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would lose his beloved Qingfeng girl forever.

Xuankong saw the entanglement in his heart and smiled gently, "You should recover from the wound first. If you have any questions, you can contact me through my disciples."

He was about to get up and leave, but suddenly Geng Qubing struggled to fall off the bed.

Qingfeng shouted and hurriedly wanted to help him.

But Geng Qubing shook his head and stopped him. He knelt on the ground and lowered his head and said, "Master Xuankong, I want to follow you to learn the magic of immortals!" To be honest, Geng Qubing's temperament is quite suitable for practice.

Especially in his body, he has a strong and wild temperament, which is very attractive to Xuankong. If he can persist until thousands of years later, there will be a place for Geng Qubing in the world's cultivation world.

Xuankong stopped, his mind changed rapidly, and finally sighed softly and whispered: "I should have four disciples who have entered the house, but you are not one of them."

Geng Qubing felt ache in his heart and a look of despair appeared on his face.

He murmured, "It's true. I have heard from others that practitioners are all heavenly masters with great affinity. Is it because my qualifications are not enough to have poor understanding, so I am not seen by the Taoist priest?"

Xuankong looked at Geng Qubing and had seen his spiritual light in the underworld. People with innate spiritual light naturally would not have a bad understanding.

However, his body was not the best material for practicing Taoism, and he was refined by the giant eagle king using Buddha fire.

This is a bit unsatisfactory.

Miss Qingfeng wiped her tears and wanted to help him up, but Geng Qubing clenched her fists and her knees seemed to grow on the ground. He made up his mind to suddenly kowtow to Xuankong.

Every time, I touched the ground with my head, and it made a "bang" sound.

If Master Xuankong had not accepted Geng Qubing as his disciple today, he would never have stood up. Xuankong smiled bitterly: "Geng Qubing, why should you do this?" He thought about it in his heart and finally made up his mind.

Xuankong turned around, helped him with his hands, and made a breeze and held it under Geng Qubing's knees and gently helped him up.

Geng Qubing smiled sadly. He could not impress Master Xuankong with such almost rogue behavior? He didn't know what else he could do. He didn't have enough gold, silver and wealth to lure Xuankong, and he had no vital points that could threaten Xuankong.

Now even my silent persistence is useless in the face of Master Xuankong's magic power.

Geng Qubing really didn't know what to do. He was not afraid of trying his best for love, but now he couldn't even find one of his desperate goals. He was thinking randomly. Xuan Kong sighed in a low voice: "Geng Qubing, your talent and qualifications are indeed unable to make any progress in the Qi refining process."

What's more, the practice of Qi Refiners is often based on Yuanhui and the great disasters. The mortal world has been around for thousands of years. Such water-fighting is also inconsistent with Geng Qubing's wild and defensive attitude.

Geng Qubing was furious. He also heard that the ancient gods were all born when Pangu created the world, and they had not thought about how many years it took to practice to this day. Although Nuwa Niangniang had made the earth and made humans, some human powers had ascended to the heavenly court, but they were much rarer than these ancient gods.

Moreover, in terms of magic power, it is impossible to match the ancient gods.

Xuan Kong Sifu said: "Although I can't accept you as a disciple, I have a set of Nascent Soul cultivation techniques that can be passed on to you. After I practice it, I can ascend to the upper realm to obtain the right result of immortality. At that time, if your fate with Miss Qingfeng is not over, you will naturally have the chance to renew your previous relationship."

Geng Qubing was overjoyed and asked quickly: "How long does this set of Nascent Soul cultivation techniques take to be refined?"

Xuan Kong estimated: "About one or two hundred years, at most no more than five hundred years. After cultivation, there will be the Sanxian Taoist Fruit that can ascend to the immortal world."

Oh my God, the life span of a mortal is usually only a hundred years old, but in the mouth of Master Xuankong, it is hundreds of years for a unit. Geng Qubing also had a scheming in his mind. He secretly calculated his age and asked, "Master Xuankong is merciful, how much time does the disciple have to spend on cultivation?"

Xuan Kong was stunned, and he could naturally see that Geng Qubing's fate was not very good. After all, he was infected with a little ghost energy in his soul. I was afraid that if he could not consecrate the foundation building and fasting, he would have to use up his lifespan and return to the underworld. What else would he talk about practicing the Nascent Soul?

Geng Qubing saw Xuan Kong silently, and realized that he was making him embarrassed. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I hope the Taoist priest will forgive me. Geng Qubing is insatiable."

This time, even Miss Qingfeng didn't believe that Xuankong could have a way. There is no human sect in this world that can guarantee that his disciples will definitely reach the level of immortals within five hundred years.

Just kidding, it’s already extremely fast to create an immortal in five hundred years. How could there be a more rapid way to achieve it?

Of course, a genius like Xuankong himself who is naturally not included.

Whenever a person like him is born, he is born with a destiny task to maintain the operation of the law of heaven.

Helping people to the end, sending Buddha to the West, since Xuankong wants to help Geng Qubing and Qingfeng, the shemale-demon relationship, there is no reason to give up halfway. He glanced at Geng Qubing and suddenly nodded and said, "There may be a way to help you extend your life!"
Chapter completed!