Wu Ya Shi's sermon lasted for ten days.
Until dusk ten days later, the afterglow of the setting sun fell softly on the solitary cliff, casting a heavy silhouette.
When the sound of the chime sounded at the end, three times in a row, all the disciples had a look of gain on their faces. After getting up to see off Master Su and Uncle Su Ziwei, the disciples left Wuya Stone.
Everyone went to their respective caves.
I have been listening to the Tao for ten days under Wuya Stone, and now it is full of harvest.
Therefore, everyone did not exchange pleasantries and went to their respective caves with their heads buried.
I'm afraid that if I say one more word or delay for a while, the knowledge in my mind will disappear.
The same was true for Lingchu. Although he didn't think that if he said a few more words, he would forget the knowledge of the past ten days, but he couldn't wait to go back to the cave to digest what he had gained from hearing the Tao of Wuya Stone here.
She had a hunch that as long as she digested this harvest, she could try to pass the exam to become a fourth-level formation master.
Thinking of this, Lingchu hurriedly walked towards Wuya Stone, but stopped at the foot of Wuya Stone Mountain.
At the foot of Wuya Stone, a monk was squatting.
This monk has a rather slender figure, with a flying sword slung around his waist. His green disciple's uniform hangs on the ground, and the end of the flying sword's scabbard is also on the ground.
But this monk looked at the ground in front of him very seriously.
Not only Lingchu stopped, but most of the monks who passed by here stopped for a moment.
Among the Sanqing Dao Sect, everyone has seen monks lying down, monks standing, monks sitting, monks crossing their legs, and flying monks, but they have never seen a squatting monk.
Lingchu stopped, not only because the monk's movements were too conspicuous, but also because she knew this person.
Shen Wenzhou.
The monk who was taciturn and unsocial.
Lingchu was hesitating whether to step forward and say hello.
After thinking about it, Lingchu felt that it was better not to disturb others.
If someone is thinking about some big principles in life, it doesn't seem very good to interrupt their train of thought. Furthermore, they know each other well, but they don't seem to be able to talk about anything.
Don't add to the embarrassment.
Lingchu thought about it seriously and planned to leave.
"Junior sister Yu."
As a result, Lingchu still did not walk away, but instead squatted on the ground like Shen Wenzhou, looking at the ground in front of him.
There was no other way. Shen Wenzhou spoke just when Lingchu decided not to disturb him. Naturally, it was difficult for Lingchu to leave.
When he walked to Shen Wenzhou's side, Shen Wenzhou still had no intention of getting up. He just stared at the ground in front of him and squatted like this.
Lingchu stood for a few breaths and felt a little strange, so he squatted down with Shen Wenzhou.
After squatting down, Lingchu felt inexplicably that he suddenly felt much more normal.
Of course, if you ignore the strange sight lines behind you.
After Lingchu squatted down, Shen Wenzhou spoke, "Junior sister Yu, do you know what kind of flower this is? You should know."
Shen Wenzhou asked and answered himself.
Lingchu blinked and looked at the lavender morning flowers crawling on the ground in front of Shen Wenzhou.
Well, she knows, Morning Glory.
"This is a morning glory. Speaking of which, this is the first time I have seen wild flowers in the secular world in my sect." Shen Wenzhou looked at these ordinary morning glories with his usually dull face, revealing A rare touch of softness.
Hearing Shen Wenzhou's words, Lingchu was stunned for a moment. If it hadn't been for Shen Wenzhou's words, Lingchu would have never noticed that the flowers and plants growing in the Sanqing Dao Sect seemed to be anything but simple.
Even if it is just a weed, it has weak spiritual power and looks green and full of vitality.
I have never seen such small wild flowers in the ordinary world.
Shen Wenzhou stretched out his hand and touched the morning glory carefully, "The flowers here are all flowers from the fairy family. This morning glory grows here, and it is not even comparable to ordinary grass."
As Shen Wenzhou said this, a gloomy look settled in his eyebrows.
Lingchu also reached out and touched the morning glory and said with a smile, "The ordinary blooms from the extraordinary. Isn't it another kind of extraordinary?"
Hearing this, Shen Wenzhou laughed rarely.
From the corner of her eyes, Lingchu saw the curvature of Shen Wenzhou's mouth and raised her eyebrows in surprise. It seemed like this was the first time she saw Shen Wenzhou smile.
"Junior Sister Yu is very eloquent." Shen Wenzhou regained his dull expression, stood up suddenly, and walked towards the foot of the mountain.
He didn't want to go to Wuya Stone to listen to sermons. He seemed to know where his problem was.
Daoxin.
Lingchu squatted on the spot and glanced blankly at Shen Wenzhou, who was nimble with his hands and feet.
Then he looked back at the tenaciously blooming morning glory on the ground, pondered for a moment, and then smiled knowingly.
Senior Brother Shen Wenzhou and Shen had sought Jian Zhai's master several times in the past, but to no avail.
Standing up, Lingchu looked back at the crescent-shaped lone cliff, his clear eyes crescent like the moon.
The road is free and easy, and the heart is free and easy.
Before the smile on his lips could raise, Lingchu suddenly hit his head with his finger. Unfortunately, as he squatted down like this and thought about it like this, the gains he had just gained from hearing the Tao in the past ten days were somewhat faded.
Something bad is happening!
The joy in Qingshang's brows and eyes faded, and she hurried back to the cave.
After three months.
Yu Lingchu, the third disciple of Zhenjun Duanyi in Taiqing Mountain, was successfully promoted to the fourth rank of formation master at the age of thirty-eight.
March again.
Taiqing Mountain Bamboo House.
Lingchu sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed, concentrating on the two silver-white insect eggs that were trembling in front of him.
These two silvery-white insect eggs are only about the size of a thumb, translucent, with circles of light golden patterns floating all over the body. At this moment, these two insect eggs are constantly trembling, and there are also cracks emerging on the surface. .
Back then in the treasure palace, Lingchu had obtained eight fragments of light.
The two insect eggs in front of me are what was wrapped in one of the fragments.
Inside the fragments was a frozen jade box. Inside the jade box was a soft golden straw mat. On top of the straw mat were eight silver-white insect eggs with gold patterns.
Unfortunately, when Lingchu opened the jade box, three of the eight insect eggs in it had faded and shriveled, perhaps due to the passage of time. In other words, these three eggs had lost their vitality.
The remaining five are also on the verge of losing their vitality.
Later, Lingchu tried to feed five insect eggs with the innate creation energy cultivated in his body, and from time to time he used the spiritual power that contained vitality to nourish them.
The remaining five insect eggs slowly came back from the edge of death.
However, there are only two that are truly reborn.
The other three lost their life one after another during the past seven years.
Only these two survived.
And today, seven years later, there are finally signs of breaking out of the shell.
