The heavy snow has begun to clear, and the land covered with silver is a rare desolation in the past in Sanqing.
Lingchu was waiting for Qingkong. In three years, she had become a second-level formation master, with a success rate of 70%, which was extremely high.
A year ago, Elder Su traveled around the world with his friends, saying that he wanted to see the strange formations and strange places in the world, explore the mystery of the formations, and visit the world-famous formations and Tao masters to comfort himself. Infatuated with the array, I seek the peak of the array.
If you go away, you won't be able to come back within three to five years.
So I left a few interpretations of my experience behind, and set out in style to make friends.
Therefore, after Lingchu entered the second-level formation master, he had to explore all by himself. The monks who simply mastered the four arts were really at an advantage. After entering the second-level formation, Lingchu could enter the outer mountain formation hall and contribute to the sect every month. The sect will distribute blank formations and formation flags according to the number of first-grade formations. The usual convention is that the number required by the sect is met, and the rest belongs to the formation master. For example, the sect distributes ten sets of blank formations, and the requirements are Turn in five sets. If you succeed in eight out of ten sets, and hand in five sets, the remaining three sets are yours to do with as you wish.
At the same time, Lingchu can also accept commissions from his disciples. The rules are the same.
In other words, as long as the success rate of a high-level formation master is high enough, he can earn contribution points and spirit stones, and practice formation refining techniques. The most important thing is that all of this is free.
In addition, the name of Lingchu Winemaking gradually spread, and many disciples came to buy the spirit wine. Although the cultivation of spirit wine is not as direct and fast as elixirs, it is worse than warming and nourishing the meridians, without impurities, and the spiritual energy is gentle.
Unlike elixirs, except for the best elixirs, which are hard to find in a furnace, all the middle and lower elixirs contain erysipelas. If the erysipelas accumulates too much, it will block the meridians and affect the speed of cultivation. You need to buy a Qingmai Dan. Qingmai Dan, which clears the veins and purifies blood, can resolve erysipelas. It is a second-grade elixir. It is much rarer and more difficult to refine than ordinary elixirs. It is often difficult to buy easily and is expensive.
It's not like spiritual wine, it has flavor and no trouble.
Relying on formations and brewing, Lingchu earns contribution points much more easily. Even Qingkong and Lingchu can throw themselves into the Phantom Secret Realm to fight. The sect does not prohibit disciples from cultivating monsters. As long as they pay enough contribution points, If it is definitely a monster that has signed a contract, it can go to most places under the leadership of its owner.
"Roar!"
A low whistle came from the entrance to the secret realm. The tall white tiger with its cloud-like fur fluttered in the wind like snow-white waves. The tiger's eyes, which were as green as the clear sky on a sunny day, had faded away from their original clarity and ignorance, and saw what was waiting for him. The owner of the tiger's mouth opened in an arc, revealing the ferocious and sharp tiger teeth.
The thick tiger paws stepped on the snow, leaving behind a large five-petal plum blossom. When it first came out, the tiger's eyes were full of sharpness and majesty, and it had the aura of the king of beasts. It was no longer That soft and cute little tiger was gone.
But as soon as Qingkong saw Lingchu, he approached with a silly smile and rubbed Lingchu's trouser legs flatteringly. The majestic blue tiger eyes showed deep dependence and affection.
Lingchu smoothed Qingkong's snow-white fur as usual. It felt smooth and soft as cloud satin. Lingchu smiled and scratched Qingkong's chin, and Qingkong narrowed her round eyes in comfort.
Carrying Qingkong, before Lingchu took two steps out, a transmission note came through the air and landed in Lingchu's hand.
He held the transmission note with two fingers and flicked it gently. The light yellow transmission note burned into ashes in the air. Lingchu listened quietly and smiled softly after a moment.
Qingkong stared curiously at the owner standing in the snow, motionless and silent, and suddenly smiled.
Lowering his head to catch Qingkong's curious mood, Lingchu touched Qingkong's tiger head and said, "Junior sister has invited us to get together in Senior Sister Zhantai's yard to celebrate the New Year."
In the courtyard of Zhantai Mingyue, there is a red plum, leaning against a small vermilion pavilion. On weekdays, the branches are bare and nothing outstanding, but when the sun sets and snows in winter, it becomes an extremely beautiful scenery.
I came from this earthly world, and my mind is clear and undisturbed.
The Sanqing Dynasty emphasizes that everything should be done according to one's heart, only when one knows one's heart and mind is the best, and never sticks to clichés.
Therefore, in Sanqing Waishan, the disciples who came from the secular world and have not yet cultivated the path to immortality often celebrate several special festivals, such as this most important festival of the year.
On this day, the sect provides all disciples with a plate of dumplings and a bowl of glutinous rice balls for free.
Any disciple who goes to the cafeteria can receive it.
Lingchu has been going up the mountain for nearly five years. In fact, he spends holidays with his junior sister and junior sister Zhantai every year.
It's just that this year is a little special.
The red plum trees are leaning against each other, with strong brown branches stretching out randomly. The red plum blossoms are blooming beautifully and enchantingly, but the white snowflakes are stained on them, diluting all the beauty, leaving behind the delicate and refined nature.
In the pavilion, all eight disciples who entered the Heguang Academy in the same year were present, including Jiang Hanyan, who was specially invited by Yu Xiaoxiao.
Nine people sat in the pavilion, chatting and laughing. On the stone table, a small red clay stove cooking spiritual tea was bubbling, and the fragrance of tea rose.
Plates of exquisite snacks, plates of various spiritual fruits, and small warm wine bottles exuded a strong aroma of wine, and the whole table was filled to the brim.
There were several mud-sealed wine jars scattered on the ground, some of which had been opened, revealing the crystal clear amber-like wine inside.
To coincide with the occasion, Zhan Taimingyue also hung red palace lanterns on the four corners of the pavilion, which added a bit of joy.
Yun Haotian was originally the most withdrawn among the eight people. During the holidays in previous years, he never went to the future for appointments. He was often either performing tasks outside or practicing. After the last embarrassing incident, he couldn't go out for a long time, and he didn't get close to everyone. , it is rare to come to participate in the festival this year.
Situ Yang is also a very sad person. He is not lonely, but he is very talkative. Unfortunately, he always feels that he is superior to others and arrogant. Among the eight people who entered the Wakko Academy in the same year, he only treats three of them who are outstandingly talented and are female cultivators. Quite genial.
In previous years, people had posted messages to him. Unlike Yun Haotian's legitimate reasons, Situ Yang had always ignored them. It was rare for him to come uninvited this year.
There is also Shen Wenzhou. Although he is a man of few words, he likes to go with the flow. He comes here every year, but when he comes, it is often like a background wall.
The remaining few people will participate as long as they are free, and they are also familiar with each other.
This year, there were actually eight people together, plus one Jiang Hanyan. In front of Lingchu was a cup of clear and light green spirit tea and a cup of amber spirit wine. He drank a cup of slightly sweet spirit wine first, and paired it with a mouthful of salted egg yolk stuffed meringue. Cake, take a sip of the fragrant and sweet spiritual tea, and pair it with a bite of peach blossom cake.
Looking at Situ Yang who proudly praised himself with Yun Haotian, Shen Wenzhou who was sitting alone drinking and appreciating plum blossoms, Luo Yu who instigated the honest man Wu Yun to drink, and the slightly darkened face that was burning red when the clear spirit wine stung his throat. Wu Yun.
Yu Xiaoxiao and Jiang Hanyan happily tasted the various spiritual fruit snacks prepared by Senior Sister Zhantai on the table, and their heads came together to comment from time to time.
With a calm look on his face, he poured tea and drank it with bare hands, looking disapprovingly at Zhan Tai Mingyue, whom Ling Chu had mixed up randomly.
Lingchu rested his chin with his hand, his posture was lazily, and his eyebrows were filled with a warm smile. He looked back at Senior Sister Zhantai, smiling playfully, still having a glass of wine and a cup of tea.
Under the warm sun in winter, with the first snow falling slightly, the pavilion has a simple cover and the red plum blossoms are scorching, reflecting the lively and warm scene beside the trees in the snow and on the table under the pavilion.
It's not like a fairy family, but like an ordinary family.
