"I'll try to see if my junior brother can practice it. Maybe the Soul Artifact may not be able to be practiced. The divine eyes are not as dependent on the Heart Artifact as other magical skills." Ling Luo's Heart Artifact will try to teach moves to Bu Jingxian every time he goes up the stairs, but he has never succeeded. He always feels that Master Beiling is ignorant of his third junior brother and does not pass on some moves. As the eldest senior brother, he always hopes to help him. "My junior brother's injuries are really fast to recover. It seems that the Soul Artifact does have extraordinary ability in healing injuries!"

"I finally knew that this soul technique was not afraid of being injured or beaten. At this moment, my mood was like pushing away the dark clouds and seeing the bright moon, and suddenly there was a bright light. I was no longer like the past. I always thought that this soul technique was useless."

Although the two junior brothers were punished, they were not forced to bear by the darkness of the water prison and the pain of losing freedom. Occasionally, when Ling Luo was in a state of depression, Bu Jingxian would talk to him. Someone could relieve his thoughts and gradually confide in his feelings, so that he would not be depressed. Two days later, Ling Luo suddenly fell ill.

This is impossible. After the third level of magic skills, it will no longer be contaminated by worldly filth, and many diseases cannot invade the body. When practicing to the fifth level, it is difficult to get into the body even if poison enters the body. Moreover, Ling Luo does not eat ordinary things at all. At most, drink some harmless wine. Drinking water can ensure the needs of life, and the energy between heaven and earth can supply his needs.

Bu Jingxian carried Ling Luoli Water in the water, shouting that someone would come, but he would not respond for a long time. He wanted to use his skills to find out why Ling Luo's internal strength was too different, and his body was destroyed by Ling Luo's magic technique. He felt that Ling Luo's body was extremely hot, as if it would burn at any time.

Just when I was at a loss, the iron door of the water prison creaked, as if it was opened. The moonlight shone a long figure straight in front of him. Suddenly, the light gave way to Jingxian's eyes and couldn't see them, causing a faint pain. As soon as I closed my eyes and adapted, I heard that the iron railing door inside was also opened.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a master with white hair and wrinkles on his forehead - Old Man Beiling.

"Disciple, pay homage to Master!" Bu Jingxian hurriedly greeted him, and said anxiously, "Senior Brother, he..."

Old Man Beiling looked at Ling Luo with a red face under the moonlight, nodded disapprovingly and said, "The God's Art is most jealous, and the Soul Art feeds on earth's energy, with hundreds of ingredients. You are the same as him as him for several days. It seems that the earth's energy invisibly invaded his body, which not only ruined his practice but also caused his physical strength to weaken and become sick."

Bu Jingxian was unable to speak on the spot. The master had known this would have happened, but he was punished to go to the water prison together. What was the purpose of hinting that he would be far away from Ling Luo later...

Just then, Ling Luo let out a uncomfortable moan, and also called Bu Jingxian back to reality.

"The disciple begs to help the master save his senior brother, and he will be exempted from the punishment of the water prison. The matter is because of the disciple, and I hope to receive two more months of punishment on behalf of the senior brother!"

The old man Beiling said indifferently with a expressionless face, "Then you have suffered it on Lingluo."

While he was talking, he picked up Ling Luo and turned around without looking back.

Bu Jingxian walked back to the water silently, without any jealousy towards Ling Luo, only with his confusion about his master. Why did his master care so much about him?

The door of the iron railing creaked and closed.

Bu Jingxian was soaked in water again, and he couldn't stop feeling sad. The loneliness that no one cared for in the world could never imagine the torture that had never been experienced.

Bu Jingxian closed the iron railing for a long time before he heard the sound of the big iron gate closing. He didn't know why the old man Beiling went out after leaving the iron railing for a long time.

The darkness of light was restored to the water prison. Bu Jingxian stood quietly in the water, and there was no sound of water waves. The huge space was as quiet as no living things.

Ling Luo was treated by the old man Beiling. In a short while, the high fever in his body had subsided. When he woke up, he saw that in his room, the master was looking at the paper placed on the stone table beside the bed.

"But there is still something unwell?"

Ling Luo's luck was observed, and he didn't realize it was strange. He immediately went to thank the master for his help. He heard from the old man Beiling, "The reason is that this is caused by the filthy earth energy of the Soul Art. You have ruined a lot of your practice this time. I hope you will have less contact with Buer in the future."

Ling Luo was stunned for a moment, and he immediately understood the cause and effect. The master knew that this was the same and also punished them into the water prison. He must have had this intention. It was hope, but in fact it was an order. He always obeyed the teacher's orders very much, but he always felt it was difficult to accept the matter of the third junior brother Bu Jingxian.

Not to mention his special care for this junior brother, but his feelings over the years have made him unable to give up. He immediately gritted his teeth and said, "This time, it's all my fault that my disciple is too lazy and does not always maintain the protection of the gods to allow evil spirits to invade the body. It's not the fault of the third junior brother. Please give me a clear look!"

The old man Beiling stared at Ling Luo who was lying on the ground for a long time, and his tone suddenly became softer, and he said with kindness, "Luo'er, Master, it's not that he hates Bu'er, but it's actually for the two of you."

"Master, how can you do this? The third junior brother has been here in Beiling Mountain for many years. The junior brother next to him has been cared for by his master, but the third junior brother does not care about it. He has never taught him a move and half a stance in the past years! Everyone in this sect's disciples took a detour when they see him from afar, and even the disciples sarcastically and laughed at him in private. Not only do they not treat him as a senior brother, but they regard him as a beggar! The third junior brother is indeed too scheming, but his heart is not evil. He has never been dissatisfied with his master. Speaking of the general saying that he can stay here is a great gift from his master, and he will never dare to resent because of greed. Over the years, many disciples have secretly bullied the third junior brother. He has always obeyed the rules of the gate, but he has turned a deaf ear to him and never had a desire to take revenge. His disciples have interacted with the third junior brother, and they really admired his talent and character in their hearts. However, the master blocked him so much, how could the disciple be convinced and obeyed!"

"He doesn't blame him for being a teacher, but you blame him for being a teacher." Old Man Beiling responded indifferently.

"The disciple dare not!" Ling Luo hurriedly kowtowed again. "It's just that the disciple knew that the master had always believed in his words, and he really couldn't accept the master's special cold treatment for his third junior brother."

"I said that it is for your own good that I will not let you get close to him. There is a reason for this. Let me say so. Among the disciples of this sect, you three are disciples who can inherit the master's legacy. The other disciples are all collected in terms of gold and silver. No matter how good the qualifications are, it is impossible to inherit the master's legacy and rule the Northern Spirit Sect."

Ling Luo couldn't help but look excited and said, "Master, this is too great to underestimate the disciple! If the second and third brothers are indeed more capable than their disciples in the future, the disciple should be willing to regard them as the sect leader and help them to govern the Beiling Sect with all their strength! If others are suppressed because they are better than themselves, how can the true way of martial arts be carried forward and how can they further explore the mysteries of martial arts? How can they concentrate on practicing? Will they be poor every day to hurt those with excellent qualifications to protect their reputation!"

After he said this, he felt too excited and hurriedly knelt down on the ground. He didn't see the relieved smile on the face of the old man Beiling.

"Since you have such great ambitions, good! Your teacher will not stop you from interacting with Bu'er. You will be good at cultivating your body. After some time, your teacher will ask you to compete with Chu'er in martial arts, and you will not be defeated!"

Ling Luo was happy for the previous sentence and immediately worried about the next sentence.

"The second junior brother has a strong sense of self-esteem. If he beats him..."

"Did you forget your teacher's advice?"

"Pupil remember! You have no choice but to win or lose. Only by doing your best can you live up to yourself and others." Ling Luo replied again, "It's just his second junior brother..."

"Luo'er, Chu'er is responsible for heavy responsibilities, but you also have heavy responsibilities. He cannot be defeated, and you cannot be defeated. Therefore, the winner should be done with all your strength. Besides, this time he pleaded hard, how can he recognize himself if you deliberately let him do it? If you let him not kill him today, it will encourage his arrogance. Will the enemies around him also let him do it? He will understand his strengths as soon as possible before he can avoid his shortcomings in the future. Don't you understand this principle?"

"Thank you Master's teachings! My disciple understands that if ten moves can beat the second junior brother, there will be no extra move!" Ling Luo's answer reassured the old man Beiling. When he saw the master was about to leave, he asked, "I don't know that the third junior brother..."

"He voluntarily received it on your behalf in order to let you come out."

“Master…”
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