Half a month after the Harvest Festival, it was Lingchu's third year and four months in the Chishui Department.
Three years and four months have passed, and Lingchu's physical injuries have completely recovered.
The damage to the meridians has been restored by more than 70%.
At least, the main meridians have been restored, and the movement of spiritual power is not a problem.
However, now Lingchu's cultivation has only returned to the state of the late stage of Qi training.
The injuries to the meridians that have not yet fully recovered must be serious injuries among the meridians.
If you want to recover the remaining 30%, you can rely on resting like before, adding elixirs, and spiritual wine. After another three to five years, you can almost recover.
But this is impossible, because after all, the Northern Wasteland is not a place where cultivation is prevalent. It is also a spiritual wasteland. Not only are there few natural materials and earthly treasures, but there is basically no spiritual power.
After experiencing the collapse of space, Lingchu only had a storage bracelet left. The elixirs, spiritual wines, and spiritual stones in it were all numerous. More than three years had passed, and even if Lingchu calculated carefully, there were now very few left. many.
Being in the Northern Wilderness, it is difficult to make up for it.
Lingchu glanced at it and saw that it had grown a pair of small wings and was practicing flying in the clear sky crookedly in the room.
Qingkong's wings have grown, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building.
Perhaps, it's time to leave the Red Water Department.
Where to go?
Lingchu propped up his chin and looked at the pink and white flowers inserted in the clay pot on the open window sill. The pink petals were still stained with a little crystal clear dew.
Aluo likes to pick a bunch of fresh flowers every morning and bring them to Lingchu.
Placing a small vase in the room with a bouquet of beautiful and fresh flowers will indeed make people feel happy just looking at it.
"Sister Achu! My grandpa, the clan leader, and Brother Gelu are looking for you! Please go to the clan's small building to get together." Aluo knocked on Lingchu's door with his fingers, and a clear voice sounded outside the house. .
Looking for her?
Lingchu was a little surprised. She was very respected and even respected among the Chishui tribe, but she had never been to the small building in the Chishui tribe.
That's where the Chishui tribe discusses major issues related to the tribe.
To the people of the Chishui Tribe, Lingchu was a benefactor, a friend, and a guest, but he was not a member of the tribe after all.
Therefore, Lingchu lived in Chishui tribe for three years, but never went near it.
Today, the people from the Chishui Department invited her to a small building?
It seems that something big has happened.
Lingchu couldn't help but think that last night, a goshawk monster fell into the Chishui Department's territory, and a moment later, it flew away from the Chishui Department.
Once you go, you will know.
Lingchu did not continue to think about it. Since he invited her to go, he would naturally tell her what happened.
Opening the door, Lingchu followed A Luo towards the small building.
Inside the small building.
The elders of the Chishui tribe were all sitting around. The chief of the Chishui tribe at the top was sitting in a wheelchair with one of his legs empty.
Although he lost a leg, learned the news of his sister's death, and saw most of the clan's sons dead, the Chishui tribe leader had aged several years, but his eyes were still bright.
"I want to go in person." The leader of the Chishui tribe looked at the parchment spread out on the table. He was silent for a long time and said in a hoarse voice.
As soon as this statement came out, he was immediately refuted by several Chishui ministers and elders.
"No! It's too dangerous along the way."
"Yeah, your legs..."
"Clan leader, you can't put yourself in danger."
The successive objections almost drowned the Chishui tribe leader.
The leader of the Chishui tribe sitting in a wheelchair is like a lonely ship in a storm, precarious and swaying in the wind and rain.
But he always had a calm expression on his face, as if he had made up his mind, and he allowed everyone to persuade him without changing his expression.
When everyone's objections gradually subsided, the leader of the Chishui tribe slowly spoke, "Feiyuan has sacrificed her life for our Chishui tribe. Now, she only has one daughter left, alone in the Liang family. During this time, her daughter can meet her mother's relatives, tribesmen, and we, too, can't we agree to her? I have lost a sister, and now, I just want to see my niece who I have never met."
Until this moment, the leader of the Chishui tribe showed a trace of sadness and age.
After saying these words, all the Chishui tribe members present fell silent.
"The clan leader is Fei Yuan's brother and the uncle of Fei Yuan's daughter. He is the one who deserves to go to our clan the most." The one who spoke was Sha Heng Sacrifice, who had remained silent before.
For the people of the Chishui tribe, he believed that the chief should not travel far.
As far as family ties are concerned, he thinks the clan leader should go.
"If the patriarch wants to go, then go!" The next person to speak was Ge Luo.
The first master and the second master in the clan agreed, and the rest of the people became quiet for a while.
Until Lingchu and A Luo came in.
Most of the people present had seen Qingkong's strength next to Lingchu, and knew that it must not be simple for someone who could raise such a powerful monster.
Therefore, almost everyone present had a hint of awe on their faces when they saw Lingchu.
He quickly motioned to Lingchu to sit down in the seat next to the clan leader.
This position is closer to the middle than the Sacrifice of Bigelow and Shaheng.
After all, Mo He was also a body refiner in the Xiantian realm, and he was solved by Qing Kong next to Ling Chu in just a few moments.
The people of the Chishui Department felt that the entire Chishui Department, even if they were bundled together, would not be able to defeat the monsters around them...
Lingchu didn't refuse, he smiled and sat in the empty seat, quietly listening to the reason why the Chishui Department invited Lingchu to the small building this time.
Last night, Fei Yuan, the only daughter of the Chishui Tribe who married the Liang clan leader of the Shadow Clan, received news from the Shadow Clan that one year later, she would marry far away. Before getting married, she hoped to meet her mother. Feiyuan’s tribe.
When Fei Yuan was twenty years old, she married the Liang clan leader of the Shadow Clan. Later, she did not give birth to her only daughter until she was forty years old. Fei Yuan loved this daughter very much.
This daughter is often mentioned in the few letters corresponding to the Chishui Ministry.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.
The babies back then have grown up and are even getting married.
"I remember that Fei Yuan's daughter is about the same age as A Luo, right?" The Chishui tribe leader squinted his eyes, filled with memories.
Sha Heng, the priest, sighed and said, "Fei Yuan's daughter is one year older than A Luo. She will be nineteen this year, and twenty next year. She will get married at the same time as Fei Yuan."
Lingchu blinked, the atmosphere seemed very peaceful now, but, "So, why did you invite me here?"
She still couldn't hold it back, interrupted everyone's memories, and asked.
The Chishui Tribe Chief and Sha Heng Priest, whose memories were interrupted, did not have any unnecessary thoughts. They quickly put away the color of their memories and turned to look at Lingchu.
"It takes more than half a year to get to the Shadow Clan from here, and there are many dangers in the desert, so..."
