The sky in front of me is a quiet blue lake, with white clouds stacked in layers like snowdrifts.
The fair and slender hands were as if carved from the finest mutton-fat white jade. The faint sunlight fell on the open palms, as if holding a handful of golden quicksand.
It's not strong, but the subtle warmth is refreshing to the body and mind.
The long-lost green vegetation and bright sunshine come into view.
After receiving the sect's jade talisman, Lingchu stayed in the underground black market for another half a year. During this period, he not only fought with human cultivators but also with monsters and beasts in the underground fighting arena.
In half a year, there were wins and losses, and naturally I suffered a lot of injuries, and my hands were stained with a lot of blood.
After many years, I picked up the Purity Sutra, which I rarely recited after the foundation was established, again. When I got up every morning, although I couldn't see the morning sun and clouds, I still faced the east and recited it.
In a daze, Lingchu recalled the girl who herded cows, held a book, and recited the Taoist scriptures under the tree when she was young and first learned Taoism, facing the rising sun.
Now that I think about it again, I really feel that years have passed in a trance.
Half a year later, before leaving the underground black market, Lingchu had another confrontation with Wanwan Tu. This time, the killing power of Lingchu's Autumn Killing Sword Formation was able to withstand Wan Tu's blood evil. Qi impact.
Although it was still not as powerful as the massacre of thousands of people, for Lingchu, there had been considerable progress.
A quick calculation showed that she had been in the underground black market for more than a year.
During this period, he never left the underground black market.
Today, I left the underground black market and returned to the market, smelling the fresh air, looking at the bright sky, and the warm sunshine. A pure and happy smile appeared on Lingchu's jade-like face.
Sure enough, she still prefers clear skies and green vegetation.
Everything is full of life.
Even the residents in Dantian exude lightness.
Lingchu left the underground black market. The exit was no longer the gloomy shop of the past, but the wall of a dead end in an alley. The moss-covered wall looked ordinary.
After leaving the underground black market, Lingchu did not go back to the sect immediately. Instead, he wandered around the market, ate the food and wine on the first floor, watched the dance and music of Feixian Pavilion, and listened to the storytelling of Danbozhai. .
Then he slowly returned to the sect.
First of all, of course, he went to pay homage to his master, and on the way to pick up Qingkong, who was being treated as a 'hostage'.
Before leaving the secret realm, the master grabbed a long orange hair from Jixie's body and asked Lingchu to light the Jixie's hair on the inconspicuous mountain peak in the inner mountain after completing the task.
The master would naturally sense it and open the passage to the secret realm for Lingchu.
Everything went smoothly. The moment Lingchu lit the evil-proof hair, a space passage appeared in front of him.
It was more than a year since I stepped into the space passage. I saw the tall and dense tree again, and a dark figure under the tree, holding tea in hand happily and playing chess.
Above the eaves, the big orange cat swung its huge fluffy tail, its amber eyes seemed to be squinting, and every time the huge tail swung, the space at the tail shook.
Under the eaves, the white giant tiger transformed into its original form. It had grown a bit. It looked up to the sky and howled, making it even more majestic and domineering. However, Lingchu's eyes fell firmly on the white giant tiger's copper bell-sized eyes. I was still a little dazed for a while.
I saw the majestic and huge white tiger. The right eye was still blue and clear, but the left eye turned into a pale gold color. It was not as dazzling as the golden color. It was a slightly lighter pale gold color, but there was a hint of it. A desolate ancient atmosphere.
One is gold, the other is blue.
Lingchu stared blankly at Qingkong's current appearance. What if he had shrunk in stature, had snow-white soft fur, and eyes of different colors, and was like an exotic Persian cat?
I don't know what kind of training Jixie was giving Qingkong. Lingchu discovered that every time Jixie's tail swung, the space next to the tail shook. At the same time, Qingkong's huge tiger body standing underneath shook, and then the pale golden eyes of his left eye It swayed slightly, and after shaking, it seemed a little purer.
Sensing the master's aura, Qingkong's big head was about to turn around when the evil-proofing tail on the eaves flicked. The distracted Qingkong was thrown away and rolled several times on the ground, raising a layer of sandy soil.
Sand drifted in the wind towards the giant tree and the people sitting under the tree.
But outside the hut, it was blown away by the invisible wind.
"Come back?" Jiuyuan Zhenzhen dropped a chess piece and said calmly without looking back.
There was no need for Lingchu to take out the underground fighting arena points card that had been replaced with a bronze medal. Jiuyuan Zhenzun, as the God-incarnation Zhenzun, could sense that Lingchu had completed his task with a slight movement of his mind.
He even practiced on his own for half a year.
"You and that body cultivator are not on the same path, so why bother with him in the path of killing." Jiuyuan Zhenzun finally turned around, looked at his disciple and grandson who was standing beside him obediently, and said.
He was pleased with Lingchu's progress, but he did not want his disciple to stick to the way of killing.
For Taoist cultivators, being good at killing is just one of the means, and it is by no means the foundation of cultivation. Putting the cart before the horse is the most inappropriate thing.
Lingchu's heart trembled slightly, and her thoughts surged in the sea of consciousness. It was she who had the desire to win. Killing thousands of people was a physical training, and in physical training, she practiced the blood evil spirit that is famous for killing. She and he Obsessing with the way of killing is indeed a bit of a waste of time.
She is not a swordsman or a physical practitioner, but a Taoist practitioner.
Whether it is the Lei Ze divine seal, the glazed green lotus fire, the way of formation, the art of divine consciousness, or the two qi of life and death, they are all means.
Just like on the day of the Hundred Battles, although Lingchu's killing aura was far inferior to Ten Thousand Tu's, but relying on the spring rebirth of the sword array to dissipate Ten Thousand Tu's spiritual energy, and relying on the two qi of life and death, he was still able to win. Thousands of people were slaughtered.
To put it simply, she and Ten Thousand People Tu are not on the same path, and there is no comparison.
Just like a civil servant who insists on competing with a military attache.
It is good to be both civil and military, but it is not necessary.
Lingchu lowered his head humbly, his eyebrows clear, he thought through the matter, and said to his master, "Thank you for your teaching, master, Lingchu knows."
Jiuyuan Zhenzhen glanced at his disciple's brows, which had completely dissipated their anger. The spiritual platform was clear, his eyes were clear, and he was satisfied in his heart. Naturally, a smile appeared on his face. He gave a gentle word of kindness and nodded not far away. The white tiger.
"Take it away, Jiuxie gave that little guy a drop of blood essence," Zhenzun Jiuyuan thought for a moment and added, "By the way, that little guy may have some magical powers after taking Jixie's blood essence. , no need to be surprised.”
So, the color of Qingkong’s left eye is due to the blood essence that wards off evil spirits?
Lingchu unconsciously looked at the big orange cat lazing on the eaves.
The evil-proof amber eyes glanced sideways at Lingchu, and with a flick of his furry tail, two thin orange hairs fell into Lingchu's hands. A clear and youthful voice sounded, "Here, here's one for you. , it was ordered by the master to protect you, one, I kindly gave it to this junior."
The long hair that can ward off evil spirits can be inspired by spiritual power to summon a small clone that can ward off evil spirits. The cultivation level is not high, but the golden elixir is always available.
Good baby.
Lingchu's smiling eyebrows were curved, and his eyes were bright as he looked at his master and then at Jixie.
"You have half a year left to go back and practice hard. The ancient battlefield is not simple." Zhenzun Jiuyuan casually looked towards Cai Yuanzi, and a white jade radish-like elixir fell into Lingchu's arms.
The next moment, Lingchu only saw a ball of white snow falling into his arms. Then, when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the inconspicuous small peak of the inner mountain.
