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(); There are hundreds of flowers in spring and a moon in autumn. There is a cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.
The stars in the sky remain unchanged, and the seasons continue to flow.
But in the blink of an eye, Lingchu was practicing beside Zhenzun Jiuyuan for two years.
In the past two years, Lingchu cut trees, fished, pulled grass, planted fields, and worked as a sweeper, sweeping the fallen leaves of the entire golden sandalwood forest.
Cutting trees to practice swordsmanship, fishing to practice meditation, pulling weeds to practice patience, planting land to practice perseverance, and sweeping leaves to calm the mind.
Within the secret realm, there is abundant spiritual energy, and it can even turn into liquid from time to time, turning into a sea of spiritual energy mist floating around. In addition, with the constant teachings of Zhenzun Jiuyuan, in just two years, the spiritual power in Lingchu's body has grown stronger. Double the amount, and the spiritual power is solid and clear.
The ray of innate creation energy also changed from the size of a thin line to the size of a stick.
The greater harvest is that from time to time I can eat spiritual food made from the so-called vegetables in the vegetable garden, which contains the energy of chaos. After two years, the solitary, soft and weak leaf on the Taotai seedlings , finally completely unfolded the curled leaves and became as green as a seedling.
His spiritual consciousness sneaked into his Dantian, and Lingchu, who carefully observed the seedlings for the first time, discovered that the solitary leaf seemed to be nothing special. However, as soon as his spiritual consciousness came closer, the naturally formed veins on the leaves turned out to be like an innate image. The lines are dizzying just by looking at them.
Two years in the secret realm is almost equivalent to twenty years of hard training outside.
No wonder, the guidance of high-level monks is taken so seriously, and the sheer majesty of the spiritual energy in this secret realm, or should be said to be space, is far beyond ordinary.
With so many thoughts in his mind, Lingchu's figure sitting quietly on the edge of the lake remained motionless, with the fishing rod in his hand held firmly.
Within a few breaths, a circle of ripples appeared on the water, and the thin fishing rod bent slightly. Ling Chu, who was distracted, suddenly brightened up. He exerted force in his hands, and the thin fishing rod stretched into an arc, and the silver fishing line streaked across the sky. , leaving a faint water mark and ripples.
A huge fish landed on the ground.
As soon as the fish landed on the ground, before it could jump or struggle, a snow-white claw next to it pressed down on the big fish very sensitively.
Qingkong stared at the fat fish and swallowed subconsciously.
After two years of warding off evil spirits, Qingkong's taste has changed from meat to a tiger who likes to eat fish.
After putting the big fish into the fish basket, Lingchu ended today's practice and walked to the kitchen with the fish basket.
Before he even got close, a basket of ingredients fell in front of Lingchu, blocking Lingchu's path.
"Let's cook all these today." Under the tree, Jiuyuan Zhenzhen, who was drinking tea with his son in hand, said expressionlessly, as if he was just on a whim.
A basket full of elixirs grown with chaotic spiritual soil made Ling salivate when he first saw it, and his eyebrows curled up in laughter.
With his master's words, Lingchu's meal today was extraordinarily rich, including frying, stir-frying, stewing, and a table full of spiritual food.
On the platform, the green seedlings swayed slightly happily, as if they had eaten a lot of chaotic energy.
During this meal, Lingchu carefully covered it while eating the spiritual food happily.
All the spiritual energy that the spiritual food turned into and contained the energy of chaos was sucked away by the Daotai seedlings. After this crazy tonic, there was actually a second leaf bract on the Daotai seedlings that seemed to be exposed but not exposed. .
Seeing the changes on the platform, the smile in Lingchu's eyes became much thicker, and he still showed no intention of stopping while eating in his hands.
Jiuyuan Zhenzhen glanced at Lingchu with a smile but not a smile. He, his little disciple, had no sense of worry at all. How could an ordinary foundation-building monk be able to withstand so much spiritual energy, especially when this spiritual energy also contained chaos? Qi.
Does this little girl think that if she covers it up a little, she won't be able to find it?
Innocent.
Jiuyuan Zhenzhen put down the bowl and chopsticks, and his hands turned into a cup of tea again. He drank the tea gracefully and cleared away the aroma of the rice. However, the body of the monk who transformed into gods should have been clean, how could he be contaminated by it? Worldly atmosphere.
Seeing Lingchu finishing his meal with satisfaction, Jiuyuan Zhenzhen suddenly announced, "The days of your practice with me are up to now. Go out."
This sentence appeared so suddenly that Lingchu's usually flexible mind was a little confused.
Lingchu suddenly lowered his head and glanced at the empty plates on the table, thinking that this was a farewell banquet.
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It’s the season of winter plum blossoms again.
In front of the still green and tall bamboo forest, a green bamboo house stands in the white snow, looking particularly outstanding.
Behind the house, an old plum tree near the water has strong branches and plum blossoms in bloom, setting off the white snow scenery, making it feel extraordinarily indifferent.
In particular, the old plum tree still has green plum blossoms in bloom.
The delicate woman, still wrapped in a gray robe, was carrying a basket and carefully picking the plum blossom dew from the old plum tree, as well as the fresh and beautiful plum blossoms.
After only picking a few flowers, the woman in gray robe stopped picking, reached out and touched the trunk of the old plum tree, and said comfortingly, "That's all for today. I have to prepare them. The girl went to the old plum blossom tree." My ancestors practice in the sect, so I have to prepare ingredients at all times so that they can be cooked freshly."
This person was Sangzi who guarded the small courtyard for Lingchu. Five years later, he was still a man with low qualifications. He was always worried about whether he would be sent to other monks. He lived in a precarious and anxious life. It has long since passed. From the moment I met Lingchu, things began to change.
Originally, she was just a handyman disciple with low qualifications. Now, Sang Zi, who is less than thirty years old, has touched the barrier of the peak of the late stage of Qi training. She only needs to lift that layer of veil to become a perfect monk of Qi training. .
And all of this, in Sang Zi's eyes, originated from Lingchu.
Therefore, she is willing to stay here and keep the cave neat and orderly for Lingchu. She is even more willing to be ready at any time to cook a meal for Lingchu.
It’s just that it’s been five years.
Two years ago, Sang Zi heard that Lingchu was back and thought she would see him. Who knew, not even half a day later, she heard again that Lingchu had gone into seclusion to practice.
Later, Sangzi found out accidentally that Lingchu had gone to practice with his master.
This is a good thing. Sang Zi is a little regretful that he didn't meet Lingchu, but he is also very happy that Lingchu can practice with the ancestor of the sect.
In the blink of an eye, another two years have passed.
It has been five years since Lingchu went out for training.
Sang Zi carried a flower basket and a jade vase, walking in the snow without leaving a trace, thinking about Lingchu.
After walking only two steps, Sangzi heard the crunching sound of snow, approaching from far away, and finally stopped in front of the bamboo house.
Sangzi ran a few steps, turned a corner, and saw the girl in green clothes standing in the snow, holding out her hands to catch the snowflakes, looking up at the sky, with a smile flowing out of her eyes.
You're back.
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