Looking back, I have always been desolate. When I return, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine.
Looking back on all the things in the past, I can only sigh once or twice. The past cannot be traced back.
As for the present moment, no matter what the reason for accepting a disciple, she has always accepted them as she pleases, and all other reasons are just reasons.
Lingchu raised his eyes and looked at this old house that had been repaired after the fire and was later rumored to be a haunted house. It had been abandoned for decades. His fingertips lightly touched the withered vines on the flower stand. Just for a moment. , the withered and wrinkled vines, like rain, spread a little bit of green from Lingchu's fingertips at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the moment of breathing, the vines have regained their vitality. The dark green leaves of the vines are swaying gently in the wind. The vibrant green color instantly sweeps away the desolate atmosphere of this old house for many years.
Li Xianxian was diligently wiping the window lattice. When he looked up, he saw the withered yellow vines turning from dead to vibrant, full of green. His eyes suddenly widened, and his pair of round phoenix eyes were as bright as a cat.
In one day today, he actually saw a lot of real immortal methods.
Blindfolding, flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, dead trees blooming...
Li Xianxian thought that if he saw those so-called monks again in the future, taking things out of oil pans or showing ghosts and ghosts, it would not be enough for him.
Lingchu naturally saw her eldest disciple's curiosity, but she had no intention of teaching him the technique now. She would have to hone her character for two years first.
I think back then, she also spent time like this.
What's more, in her opinion, there are many things that monks need to learn before they can truly practice. The techniques of Qihuang, realm distribution, induction methods, and tempering of mind are all indispensable.
In particular, Li Xianxian's physique is still so terrible.
Speaking of which, Lingchu himself also had a fatally special physique, but thanks to the strange little seedling in his dantian, he was safe and sound so far, but his eldest disciple did not have such a strange thing.
No, as soon as I got close to the other person, I immediately noticed something was wrong.
Fortunately, because of my special physique, I have also studied some methods on how to cover up my special physique. My research on special physiques is also quite sophisticated.
For example, Li Xianxian has a pure Yang body and a fire attribute spiritual root. She does know a method that is most suitable for him to practice.
It's a pity that this method is kept in the sect's Sutra Collection Pavilion.
After two years, when Li Xianxian's foundation is almost laid and his physique is covered up, he can throw it into the sect and continue to travel the world by himself.
Lingchu thought very well.
There are actually many ways to hide your physique. The simplest is to find some strange objects and wear them on your body, which will naturally hide your physique.
For someone with a pure Yang body like Li Xianxian, looking for a strange object with strong Yin energy to wear on the body can also slightly shield the body, or looking for a strange object like a Nine Yang Pearl to absorb the special Yang energy in the body, and also Can cover up physique.
However, the method of Lingchuhui is more subtle. It uses the human body as an array to block the exposed special yang energy, which can also cover the physical constitution.
From cleaning during the day to midnight, Li Xianxian finally sorted out the small courtyard, which was at least suitable for people to live in.
Lingchu did not live in the main room, but in the east wing, and the west wing naturally belonged to Li Xianxian.
Lingchu still had to prepare special materials for drawing the formation. She didn't rest even after she returned to her room. She didn't need to rest or light candles. The monk could still see clearly in the darkness.
As a result, when the moon was at its zenith, Lingchu's ears twitched slightly and he heard a subtle sound of opening the door from the small courtyard, followed by a tiny rustling sound.
His spiritual consciousness swept over him, and Lingchu suddenly laughed.
In the west wing room, I saw that Li Xianxian had not fallen asleep yet. He was holding his stomach and staring blankly at the top of the bed. Then he sat up suddenly, hesitated for a moment, opened the door and went to the kitchen.
But after arriving in the kitchen, the little boy looked at the empty kitchen and suddenly froze.
There was no firewood, no rice or noodles, not even pots and pans, just a water tank with water from a well that I had dug all morning.
Looking at everything unfamiliar in front of him, the young man, who had been tired for a day and had just experienced a palace change, suddenly felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Leaving the familiar palace, he seemed to be unable to do anything.
"Why sigh?"
There was a sudden sound behind him, and the young man who was immersed in self-doubt was suddenly startled, but he quickly reacted, turned around and saluted Lingchu, and said respectfully and politely, "Master, is it the disciple who woke you up? "
Lingchu didn't explain to him that he didn't need sleep at all, but his eyes fell on the boy's shriveled belly, where the empty city plan was being sung.
Li Xianxian, who had never been hungry before, suddenly blushed when he heard his stomach growling. He looked at Lingchu with embarrassment and stuttered a little, "Master...Master, My stomach, it keeps growling and I can’t control it.”
She had never seen a person who was hungry and could control himself from screaming.
Lingchu laughed dumbly.
As a big disciple, he is truly pampered.
However, after a tiring day today, I didn’t say a word about hardship, which was pretty good.
"I didn't think carefully. When a monk reaches a certain level, he can live without grains. I'm used to it, but I forgot that you are still a mortal."
It was she who neglected this point. As for the hungry person, she left the palace in a hurry and had no money except the clothes on her body. She also felt that she was kind to him. When she saw Lingchu, she didn't mention eating. I was afraid that she would be hungry even if she didn't mention it. Even though he is still alive, he will not ask for money or food.
He is surprisingly stubborn.
Lingchu raised his eyebrows and waved, "There's not even a table in this room. Let's go to the yard. I have some food here."
After all, Li Xianxian had been a prince. His shyness and embarrassment went away as quickly as he came. His face returned to a calm look. Although he was confused about where the food the master said was, he still followed him obediently to the flower stand.
Immediately afterwards, Li Xianxian saw the master wave his sleeves gently, and as if by magic, several dishes appeared on the originally empty table.
There are vegetables, soup and rice.
There was even a plate of fruit.
As soon as he lowered his head, Lingchu met a pair of sparkling eyes, and the light flowing in them was as bright as the stars in the sky.
In a daze, Lingchu seemed to see himself decades ago, and saw Uncle He's appearance when he used his magic for the first time.
Smiling softly, he took the lead and sat down, "Eat, these are spiritual foods. It's good for you to eat some."
Eating spiritual food can allow the physical body to adapt to spiritual power in advance, and it can also nourish the physical body and meridians, which is good for monks and mortals.
Li Xianxian sat down obediently. Although he was very hungry and the food in front of him was delicious, he did not start eating immediately. Instead, he looked at Lingchu. Lingchu was slightly stunned and then understood the reason. This child was well-educated. Wait for the elder to use the chopsticks first.
After taking a bite with intention, Li Xianxian picked up the bowl and chopsticks and began to eat with graceful movements.
As soon as he entered the food, Li Xianxian's eyes widened again. The inexplicable sadness in his heart had long since dissipated without a trace in this amazing food, in the cool night breeze, and under the starry sky. .
He can eat hardship, but he can learn if he doesn't know it.
As long as people live, there is hope.
