On the oil-paper umbrella, there are blossoming pink lotus leaves, showing a hint of flawlessness amidst the blood.
The white jade hand holding the oil-paper umbrella was handed forward. The willow-yellow slender handle with beautiful green tassels was buckled and handed to Ping Niang.
"Let's go find your family."
A clear and soft voice sounded faintly.
Ping Niang raised her head and looked directly into those clear and gentle eyes. For some reason, the tip of her nose felt sore.
The hands stained with mud and blood, and the skin was a little dark. He couldn't help but want to reach out and take the oil-paper umbrella, but when he saw the clean umbrella handle and the pair of white hands, he suddenly froze in mid-air. .
Lingchu bent her eyes, and her long eyelashes softly cast a dark shadow under her eyes. The hand holding the umbrella handle was passed forward again, and the umbrella handle was directly put into Ping Niang's hand, and the other hand gently He rubbed Ping Niang's hair.
"Don't be afraid, it's okay."
After saying that, Lingchu glanced sideways at the dying woman in Pingniang's arms. The hand touching Pingniang's hair moved to the woman's eyebrows, and a green light appeared on his fingertips.
Green light shines brightly and slowly penetrates into the woman's eyebrows. As the green light penetrates, the exposed wounds on the woman's body heal quickly, and the pale skin on her face instantly becomes rosy, and her breath becomes rosy. It also became stable.
"Don't worry, your mother will be fine too." Lingchu still had a good impression of this mortal little girl and was willing to help these poor fishermen.
There were too many injustices in the world, and she couldn't control them all, but she couldn't turn a blind eye to the misery before her.
Lingchu straightened up and looked up at the rainy sky.
This rain is not normal rain.
It's the shark's magic.
Lingchu stretched out his hand to catch two raindrops, smiled softly, and with a thought, with Lingchu as the center, the rain curtain within a hundred meters around him instantly froze in mid-air, and a little green light flowed out from Lingchu's body. , wherever the green light passed, the originally crystal clear raindrops seemed to be dyed, turning into droplets of verdant green raindrops.
The rain falls again.
However, this time the raindrops were green.
These raindrops, as if they were conscious, only fell on the villagers of the small fishing village.
As green raindrops fell on the villagers, those villagers in the small fishing village who were still alive, whether they were slightly injured or seriously injured, could clearly feel that their injuries were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Moreover, as more and more green raindrops fall, even those old diseases are getting better, and the whole body shows an unprecedented relaxation and vitality.
More and more villagers stretched out their hands, opened their mouths, and kept catching these green raindrops. They all knew that these green raindrops must not be ordinary rain.
It’s Xianlin nectar!
"Empress of the Sea! Empress of the Sea must have appeared! Send down this nectar of fairy rain!"
A villager woke up in the raindrops, touched his stomach that had been slashed and was bloody, but now intact, and shouted with excitement.
Ping Niang put away the umbrella, held the baby in her arms, and allowed herself and her mother to be exposed to the green raindrops. When she heard a villager say this, she immediately widened her eyes and shouted angrily, "Nonsense." Eight Paths! This fairy rain was sent down by the fairy sister!"
After saying that, the eight-year-old girl stared fiercely at the villager who called Hai Niangniang, not polite at all, "If you want to thank me, just thank Sister Fairy!"
The villager was so choked that he looked confused.
At this time, Pingniang's father, brother and sister-in-law were finally found. When they saw Pingniang and Pingniang's mother, the family cried and hugged each other.
Not far away, the cyan figure that was standing had disappeared.
Lingchu did not stay in the small fishing village for long. The pirates in the small fishing village were all small minions.
The highest level of cultivation is only the realm of Qi training, and most of them are still mortals.
Also, to deal with such a small fishing village with only a few hundred people, and to deal with such a mortal village where most of the people are old, weak, women and children, there is no need for those monks and pirates with advanced cultivation levels.
The small fishing village was not big. After forming the elixir, Lingchu, whose consciousness had grown several times, could easily take the entire small fishing village into his mind.
They were just some pirates who were practicing Qi and in the mortal realm. Lingchu condensed the green leaves with his spiritual power and controlled them with his divine consciousness. Within the scope of his divine consciousness, he could kill these pirates easily.
That was the first rain of green leaves.
The green raindrops that followed were the newly learned spells after Lingchu formed the elixir.
It's not difficult to say it's easy, it's not easy to say it's easy either.
Lingchu gave this move a simple name, called Xianlin Nectar.
The principle of Xianlin Nectar is actually very simple. It is to extract the vitality contained in Lingchu's spiritual power and condense it into the shape of a raindrop. Such a raindrop is the purest vitality and naturally has a good therapeutic effect.
Then, use your spiritual consciousness to control whose body it falls into.
It is a very simple spell, but not all wood-type golden elixir monks can cast it.
Because even if they are all wood cultivators, not all wood cultivators have enough vitality in their spiritual power that can be extracted and condensed into rain. Even if there is enough vitality that can be condensed into rain, not all cultivators can support such a rain. A large piece of sweet rain.
To achieve such an effect, first of all, one's own spiritual power must be pure enough, and the method of cultivation must be extraordinary enough. Secondly, one's spiritual power must be strong enough, and the golden elixir formed must be powerful enough. Furthermore, one must have enough spiritual consciousness. Only by being powerful can such a sweet rain fall.
It can be said that Lingchu felt that his move was very simple to say, but in practice, nine out of ten Wood Cultivating Golden Pill cultivators could not do it.
If you are a wood monk in the Nascent Soul realm, if you don't practice any special skills, you can do it by force with your strong magic power.
However, Lingchu had just formed the golden elixir and had not yet mastered his own golden elixir cultivation. Currently, this move of Gan Linyu could only be mastered within a hundred meters of himself.
Beyond a hundred meters, it’s not that easy.
When you gradually become familiar with your own cultivation in the future, you will be able to master it even better.
Therefore, Lingchu could only walk through the entire small fishing village little by little to ensure that most of the villagers would be exposed to the sweet rain.
Walking in the small fishing village, Lingchu frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Murder is not the most outrageous thing that happens in this land.
Lingchu's eyes fell on the women who were half-clothed and with pirate corpses lying beside them. Even though their injuries were healed by the rain, they still looked dull or were crying loudly.
