I make a contract with myself

Duan Rong went home.

She didn't touch the rice on the table.

Sun Yan helped Aunt Liu settle the accounts, chatted with her sister for a while, and the day passed like this.

"I have deduced the Taoist exercises that are suitable for you."

Sun Yan had a sad face.

I was trying to fall asleep just now and couldn't, because my mind was full of images of girls crying.

I stayed up until the latter half of the night, finally feeling a little sleepy, and was woken up by the evil ghost mask to practice...

Well, hard work is also one of the good qualities of the protagonist.

"Does this technique have a name?"

Sun Yan had an extra exercise in his mind.

Compared with the warrior skills given by Duan Rong, they are undoubtedly much simpler and very different.

"Let's call it Soul Refining Technique."

"...Do you dare to be more hasty?"

"Tips for soul refining?"

Sun Yan held his chin, with a look of despair on his face.

It seems that it is impossible to turn this old immortal into an interesting mask in this life.

……

Two days later.

Sun Yan clocked in to work.

After becoming a Taoist master, I feel that the whole world is different.

Not only has the perception of spiritual energy become more acute, but the perspective on looking at things has also changed.

Of course, it would be a stretch to say that we have seen through the essence.

Sun Yan hasn't reached that state yet.

This change can be regarded as a certain artistic conception.

In short, the feeling brought to him by the Taoist master was more real than that of the martial artist.

"Are you still practicing Taoism?"

Duan Rong had a cold face.

"It took a lot of effort to get to the first level." Sun Yan said with a bitter smile.

I don’t know why, but Duan Rong seems to have a big prejudice against Taoist masters...

Not only her, but in the huge general's mansion, apart from the few old people, not a single Taoist master could be seen.

"All your ten thousand taels of silver have been exchanged for silver notes."

"...Zhao Ji is dead?"

"You will still be my guard from now on."

Duan Rong's face was dull, with no emotion visible.

Sun Yan didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Anyway, Zhao Ji was wasting food while he was alive. Wouldn't it be nice to die in exchange for money?

"Taoist soul refining, you put on this tight band, it will help your practice."

Sun Yan doesn't want to be a monkey.

However, Duan Rong was also thinking about him, so it would be fine if there was no tightening curse.

Seeing Sun Yan put on the tight hoop quickly, Duan Rong returned his sword to its sheath.

"Warriors cultivate themselves, take these body-destroying pills and take one every day."

"Body Tempering Pill? Aren't I already taking it?"

When Sun Yan got the elixir, he couldn't talk about it at all.

This thing is definitely not a body tempering pill!

The color is bright red like blood, beating like a heart in the palm of your hand.

"Sister, you can't favor one person over another."

Duan Mu had a sneer on his face, but his body was shaking unconsciously, as if he was enduring something.

"Just one, I'll take it!"

Sun Yan knew that Duan Mu was holding back some evil.

Cheating each other has become their daily routine...

Since Duan Mu is his biological brother, Duan Rong takes special care of him.

Sun Yan takes one body-destroying pill every day, but he takes four!

I have to admit that the effect of the body-destroying pill is really good.

Sun Yan takes one pill every day, and the pain of his body being torn apart will pass after he endures it.

Duan Mu takes four pills a day and must always have healing medicine in his pocket.

What a tragedy!

When suffering and torture become the norm, time will feel like it flies by very quickly.

Two months?

Or three months?

Sun Yan really forgot a little bit.

Refining one's soul relies on tight hoops, and cultivating one's body relies on taking drugs. Although life is a bit difficult, one's cultivation level is slowly improving.

Now that I haven’t worn a hoop and taken drugs for a day, I feel a little uncomfortable...

"Aren't you cheap?"

Sun Yan slapped himself.

The strength of a first-level and fifth-level warrior is not light, and that handsome face is almost swollen from his own pain.

"What are you doing?" Duan Mu looked like a fool.

"I'm a bitch." Sun Yan had no expression on his face.

Duan Mu frowned, but he didn't have the time to ask questions now.

"The seven wild sheep have not yet transformed into spirits. The first sheep has the highest cultivation level, which should be the first and sixth level."

"One versus three?" Sun Yan asked with a smile.

"Those three little lambs, no problem." Duan Mu smiled back.

Just yesterday, the two of them were thrown into this East Wulin by Duan Rong to practice.

The goal is one hundred sperm cores, regardless of quality.

It's not like they haven't thought about sneaking back. As for the sperm core...

Oh, isn’t the hard-earned money just for spending!

But the problem is that the two absolutely believe in each other's character.

The first person to enter the city will be hung up and beaten by Duan Rong the next day.

Because of this, Duan Rong was so relieved about them that he didn't even need to send someone to monitor them!

"Then... let's go!"

Sun Yan flew up and kicked Duan Mu out.

It's a pity that although Duan Mu is young, he is obviously a person who cares about eating and fighting.

The smile on Sun Yan's face remained, but his ankle had been grabbed by Duan Mu.

In the blink of an eye, the two said goodbye to Newton and fell into the herd of wild sheep together.

"What~"

The barbarian sheep was frightened and attacked the two men.

Sun Yan was furious: "I'm going to be killed by you!"

Duan Mu sneered.

Facing seven wild sheep, they were not too nervous.

After being tortured by Duan Rong for so long, he couldn't even deal with a few herbivorous spirits.

What's more, they also have equipment advantages.

The golden spear head is pierced into the body of the barbarian sheep, and it can easily break through the defense of its fur without much force at all.

The guns in their hands are said to be gifts given by the emperor to the siblings when they were one month old.

The main material seems to be the dragon bone, which is personally made by a famous weapon refiner. The side materials used are all rare treasures.

However, Duan Rong is a sword cultivator.

The sword was left by her mother during her lifetime and she cherished it very much.

The gun becomes useless and can only be used for collection.

Out of excitement, he changed hands and gave the gun to Sun Yan...

Fortunately, few people knew about this, otherwise, the emperor would definitely be unhappy.

After a chaotic battle, three wild sheep died and Sun Yan's arm was injured.

"Aren't you?"

Duan Mu felt that Sun Yan should be ashamed.

He was still injured to this extent, so weak!

"Ha ha."

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing but you can't see through it."

Sun Yan did it on purpose.

Modern people have to go to the hospital if they cut their fingers. He fought with the injury as a test of his endurance.

Maybe it's because they are used to pain, or maybe it's because warriors have a special physique. Just this small bump will not affect their combat effectiveness at all.

Not long after the battle ended, the wounds were healed!

"You keep vigil tonight."

Sun Yan saw too much blood today and had to take a nap to calm down.

"Why is it me again?" Duan Mu was dissatisfied.

Sun Yan stretched out his fist and signaled with his eyes.

"rock-paper-scissors!"

"rock-paper-scissors!"

"You keep watch."

Sun Yan announced the results.

Duan Mu looked down at his palms, puzzled.

I still win and lose with my sister in guessing, but why can't I beat him?

The reason is actually very simple. Sun Yan is not only a warrior, but also a Taoist master.

Although his cultivation level is only first and second level and he doesn't even know spells, his soul is stronger than Duan Mu after all.

As long as you slightly change the rules of guessing, you must start with a "stone", and then observe the changes in the opponent's clothes and muscles to predict whether the next move will change.

And if you produce "Scissors" yourself, you will win surely, hehehe...