In the end, Rong Tong had to place a huge order with the stall owner: a total of 60,000 hand-painted lanterns.
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"You don't have to rush the work, just draw a few every day and save them," Rong Tong said, counting his fingers.
"Twenty-four flowers and trade winds, birds and animals, pavilions and pavilions... draw everything according to your heart. If you are really out of inspiration, the sun, sky and stars will change differently every day. Just remember not to draw anything about the true spiritual status, karma, Overseas fairy mountains, those styles that none of us have ever seen, just for auspicious omens are boring..."
The little brother didn’t seem to be stunned by this huge business deal that fell from the sky. He asked calmly:
"If I only paint a few a day, it may take me 40 to 50 years to paint 60,000 lanterns. Regardless of whether the paper lanterns will accumulate dust and borers, ordinary people can't live as long as a cultivator. Maybe I haven't had time to paint them yet. After that, he will no longer be alive."
"There is no need to be so pessimistic. You can strive for a long life because you have to finish painting my lantern."
Rong Tong smiled gracefully. Perhaps the little wine she drank tonight inspired some romantic feelings hidden in her bones. She leaned over and patted her brother's shoulder boldly.
"Otherwise, if you think this way, just think that all the lanterns for the rest of your life have been contracted by me. How about as many lanterns as you can draw?"
"The rest of my life?" The stall owner was stunned. He looked at the girl in white clothes and skirt in front of him. Her eyes seemed to be filled with stars.
"Okay." He suddenly smiled, and the corners of his lips curved as softly and warmly as melting snow.
Probably because the lights were too bright, Rong Tong suddenly felt confused for a moment. She raised her hands to cover her eyes, thinking that she was probably used to helping others tonight. So he weighed out a spiritual bead and put it into the opponent's hand.
"Then it's settled."
Then she put away the two hand-painted white lanterns, waved her sleeves, turned around and joined the endless crowd of people.
"Sixty thousand lanterns... Should I say this kid is stupid or I am too idle——"
The cyan spirit bead lay in the palm of the plain white hand, glowing with a faint brilliance, which was a trace of spiritual energy sealed in it.
He stared at it for a long time, then suddenly sighed and crushed it with his palms together. The spiritual energy was absorbed into his body in an instant, like a spark that suddenly awakened the frozen vast sea.
The wind in the high sky suddenly began to flow rapidly, and large clouds suddenly covered the stars and moon in the distant sky. The sky above Kunlun became dim for a moment.
At the top of Wangyue Peak, the maid who was sorting out information put down the jade slips and stared at the sky outside the window with a frown; the political hall on the island in the middle of the lake was brightly lit, and all seven elders gathered almost instantly, looking at each other heavily and uneasily; Youzhou Someone in the golden tent slowly polished the silver gun tip; and further away, those dark or urgent emotions began to slowly ferment... Even this night, it was still the same as most people thought.
On the long street where people were coming and going, the young man selling lanterns stood up calmly, and his short brown clothes instantly turned into a plain brocade robe. With one hand, he took off the bamboo hat that covered his face, and his long hair, as white as fresh snow, poured down. Under the brilliant lights, his almost flawless face seemed like a celestial being.
But no one noticed him.
A shiny round ball slowly floated out from his wide sleeves. A deep male voice sounded among them, seeming to be filled with uncontrollable concern:
"I can finally contact you! Why did it take so long for the magic to be restored?"
"No need to bother. It's just that these days, it's hard for a mortal with nothing to find the spiritual source to awaken his soul." The young man said calmly.
"What about now? But what adventures are there?"
"I can't call it an adventure, but I accidentally met a kind-hearted little girl. I wanted to try my luck, but I didn't expect that she was really stupid and rich."
He lowered his eyelashes as thick as butterfly wings and showed a thin smile.
"You..." The voice in the ball hesitated.
"If there's nothing else, let's just do this." The smile disappeared fleetingly.
"I just..." The other party was still a little unwilling.
"During the descent, for the sake of fairness, it would be better for Shangguan Yangtian to have less contact with Pindao."
He waved his hand and extinguished the light of the ball.
With a "pop" sound, the ball fell to the ground, carrying the other party's unknown emotions with it, and shattered into powder.
Someone set off fireworks on the city wall, and cluster after cluster of fireworks rose into the sky, exploding into small colorful flowers in the air, and immediately trailing white smoke down like rain. People looked up and pointed to the sky and cheered, children pulled on the lapels of adults and jumped excitedly, unmarried girls screamed and hid in the arms of their lovers...
The man looked at them quietly, as if he was nostalgic, but also a little unfamiliar. Under thousands of trees, his whole body is like the rain of pear blossoms, unstained by dust. The brown eyes reflected the prayer flag that was illuminated by colorful light again and again. After all the undercurrents of emotions surged, they finally returned to the ancient well.
Not far away, someone was passing by carrying a stretcher covered with white cloth. A monk in soap clothes in the late stage of foundation construction pulled a young boy of thirteen or fourteen years old and asked him something in detail. The young boy opened his beautiful eyes in surprise. ,
"I thought you didn't care about anything!".
The young man happened to turn around, and they walked forward while talking, passing each other. The young man suddenly seemed to sense something. He turned around suddenly, but there was no one behind him. A newly fallen sycamore leaf swirled in the night wind and fell leisurely on his feet.
It was not yet midnight when Rong Tong returned to Wangyue Peak, and it was because he was delayed for half an hour by renting a cloud cart at Kunlun Ruins. However, the door of Tianbao Pavilion's Ziwei Building opened to her, and she met Baoqin's faint gaze. This familiar look instantly broke time and space, and perfectly coincided with the head teacher who caught her studying late at night. together.
Rong Tong shuddered unconsciously, "Bao Qin, what are you doing here?"
"Miss, please don't delay your cultivation because of your temporary fun." Baoqin's voice was very cold.
"It's not too late," Rong Tong closed the door inexplicably.
"Every day from midnight to midnight, there are four hours in total. As you said, I am not good at basics when I first come here, so I have to spend more time on basic meditation exercises than usual cultivation. I remember it."
"An additional hour will start from today." Baoqin took her wrist and dragged her into the quiet room.
"Miss, you must make every effort to quickly and completely master the cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage."
Rong Tong was dragged by her for two steps in a daze, and suddenly his heart sank, "Baoqin, tell me, what happened?"
"I don't know," Baoqin pushed open the door of the quiet room. The convection wind blew through the candlelight, and the shadows flowed on her face, like the deep night,
"But I was very uneasy, and suddenly I was so uneasy that I couldn't suppress the irritability in my heart. This situation has only happened once before, when I just lost my memory and found out that I was branded with a soul contract."
"There are too many possibilities to make you uneasy." Rong Tong walked in with a wry smile and sat down cross-legged on a flat surface polished with white crystals. His spine was upright, his left and right hands were tied under the Dantian, The moment you stretch your shoulders and close your eyes, your spiritual consciousness begins to look inwards. The spiritual energy gathers from the crown chakra and rushes downward like a trickle. Starting from the eyebrow chakra, it divides into three branches and flows into the central channel, left channel and right channel.
The central channel originates from the throat chakra, heart chakra, navel chakra, and muladhara chakra. The left and right channels merge into the central channel from the umbilical chakra and muladhara chakra respectively. From then on, the sea of energy in the joints all over the body is sorted out for one round.
Then all the spiritual power suddenly recharges, rushes out of the crown chakra, flows out from the four fingers above and reaches the Brahma acupuncture chakra outside the body, gradually becoming harmonious.
The skylight is the most wonderful position derived from the number of sounds received by the five elements, which is suitable for receiving Qi and hiding the sea. At this time, the majestic spiritual energy descended under the guidance of her spiritual power and entered the body through the Brahma acupoint chakra. The skylight, her central channel and the white liquid crystal sitting underneath gradually became one.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the outside world is gradually assimilated in the body over and over again, and finally becomes clear and clear, injecting new spiritual power into her Nascent Soul... Then these processes are repeated continuously.
It has to be said that although Ziguang is said to have never worked hard before, his talent is there. At least Rong Tong successfully entered samadhi from the beginning to practice so smoothly, and encountered almost no lags or obstacles along the way.
"It's just like the person from before who was more attentive and still had some understanding."
Baoqin looked at the girl sitting quietly and nodded thoughtfully.
"In short, all preparations for a rainy day should start from the growth of cultivation."
Her long hair moved without wind, and her eyes lit up with light golden light. With a hook of her bare hands, Rong Tong, who was practicing, was forced to raise her hands, and she aimed at him with one palm.
Rong Tong was practicing well, but suddenly he felt that his consciousness was violently pulled out by something. As the world spun around, she found herself floating up. The uneasiness caused by weightlessness made her panicked for a moment.
"Calm down! Gather your energy and concentrate your mind, hold your Yuan and defend yourself." The voice of Baoqin echoed in his ears, like a loud bell.
Rong Tong could only force herself to calm down. Slowly, in her perception, the world around her was magnified as if it were placed under a microscope. She felt the sound of the wind passing through the maple leaves in every direction, and the branches were being sorted. The heartbeat of birds with their own feathers, the movement of ants lining up to crawl over dead branches and rotten leaves; and various smells, thick moss and rotting leaves, rosin on the trees, the cool dew at night...
This is a bit like the subtle awareness when the spiritual consciousness is released, but it seems to be different from the simple release of the spiritual consciousness. She seems to be floating between heaven and earth. The human eye can see all kinds of things in the world, and it seems as if she has merged with every breath of wind and every grain of soil. , every drop of water. She had never felt so unfamiliar to herself.
"Hold Qin, okay, what are you doing?"
Although there was no such thing as voice or tone when communicating with spiritual consciousness, she still felt herself trembling.
"Miss, you should try to attack something with something now."
"...I didn't understand what you were talking about. Also, I only have spiritual consciousness now, and I can't feel spiritual power!"
"To put it simply, you can try to use water to break through the stones on the river bank, or you can use the wind to chop off the branches and leaves of the trees. In short, you have to learn to communicate with all things and use force to fight force. The reason why there is a relationship between Yuanying and Jindan The huge gap is because at the Golden Core stage you can only use your own spiritual power, but from the Nascent Soul stage onwards you can control external elements."
Rong Tong felt that what she said was very mysterious, but he still had the mentality of giving it a try and tried to control the flow of the wind direction. Imagine that you become a stream of air, and then slowly gather more and more wind, compressing the power to an extremely narrow point, and then aim at a tree in front of you, and spray it out like a sharp blade.
The wind blade almost rushed forward with a devastating force, then passed the tree and flew diagonally into the sky, making a loud noise in mid-air...
Okay, the power is achieved, but it's a pity that the micro control doesn't work.
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At the same time, Haixi, the south coast of Wuwu Sea.
Late at night, the lights were brightly lit in the ring-shaped tower standing on the sea cliff. Everyone was busy packing up everything. There were people constantly riding down the mountain road carrying large and small bags, looking for the nearest Yunfan or teleportation array to escape to Fei. war zone. Most of them are Kunlun outer sect disciples who have not passed the screening and are sent to various mortal countries to perform supervisory duties. They usually only have the cultivation level during the Qi training period. Negotiations between the envoys sent by Kunlun and Qiong Sang failed one after another, but they never came up with tougher measures. The regime change of the sixteen countries on the Western Sea has become a foregone conclusion.
In the main hall, a middle-aged man in luxurious robes was kneeling on the ground, holding on to the hem of a chief official's clothes and refusing to let go.
"The thieves of Qiong Sang broke into my palace, raped, raped and killed my queen and daughter! They are the most despicable evil ghosts in the world, and they commit all kinds of crimes including robbery and robbery! My lord, the immortal master... you can't just ignore it like this Ignore it!"
The boss kicked him away irritably, "These matters are no longer in Kunlun's hands. Don't be so shameless here. I'm still rushing to ride on Yunfan!"
"We, the Sixteen Kingdoms of Haixi, pay tribute to Kunlun on time every year without delay. It is your duty to protect us!" The middle-aged man hugged the other party's leg again and refused to let go.
"It is your duty to pay tribute to the Immortal Sect of the world! How dare you use it to threaten Kunlun?!" the chief said angrily.
"If you don't get out of here, don't blame me for cutting off your hand!"
His fierce look seemed to frighten the middle-aged man. He slowly let go of his hand, tears slowly filling his eyes.
"It has changed. The world has changed. You will no longer care about the contract you made when you swore an oath. You no longer have the world in your heart, but only you. Kunlun is no longer the Kunlun when Emperor Xuan was still there..."
The boss couldn't bear it anymore and was about to draw his sword and chop off the head of this mortal who slandered Kunlun. The police whistle suddenly sounded throughout the tower.
Suddenly someone rushed in from outside, looking panicked.
"No! From the observation deck, I saw Qiong Sang's ship approaching! They are going to invade Wuwanghai——"
On the Black Sea, sails were blown one after another. Huge ships with tall masts cut through the waves.
"Sir, those are all Kunlun people after all, do we really have to do this?" Qiong Sang's short lieutenant wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised his head, and shouted uneasily.
On the top of the tallest mast of the main battleship, a tall and slender man stood steadily on it. The sea breeze fluttered his broad blood-red cloak like a waving flag.
"Since you all have chosen to take refuge with me and my father, it means you have completely broken up with Kunlun. Why are you still complaining when things are about to happen?"
His flirtatious sarcasm fell far away, "Why, you brought ten foundation building and eight golden elixirs, are you still afraid of those group of Qi practitioners?"
"Sir... you are right." The deputy general did not dare to have any objections. After following him for so many battles, he already knew that the man above him was a lunatic that even the King of Heaven would dare to challenge.
"Hahahahahaha——" The penetrating laughter floated away from the mast. The wind lifted his black hood, and his long silver-white hair flew wildly. His eyes were red in the night sky, like a ghost from hell. .
"Raise all the cannon muzzles for me. Whichever ship is the first to blow down the tower above, I will be rewarded heavily——"
In an instant, along with the silver-haired man's wanton laughter, countless cannons fired.
"Boundary! Open the barrier to protect the tower!! Everyone retreats into the tower -" Everyone among the Kunlun disciples turned pale, and some shouted at the top of their lungs.
However, the tower protection barrier has not been used for many years, and most of the spiritual stones used for annual offerings have been stolen, and now it has lost its effect. In an instant, artillery fire was raging outside the tower, places were being blown down, and the smell of gunpowder and sulfur was everywhere. Caught off guard, there was no way to organize effective resistance. There were only screams and wails everywhere.
The middle-aged man's leg was pinned down by a rolling boulder and he was unable to move. His luxurious robes were already stained with blood. Life continued to pass by, but he burst out laughing until tears burst down his face.
"It's...it's time! The Sixteen Kingdoms of Haixi are finished. Look, it will be your turn soon——"
Finally, he couldn't laugh anymore and lay on the ground, staring at the dark sky beyond the ruins.
"The moon is so beautiful today..."
The moonlight is indeed beautiful, and it is so big that you can even see the ring on it from close up. Tonight was not supposed to be a full moon, but just now, the crescent moon was right above their heads, filling instantly. However, the invaders were having a great time fighting, and no one noticed it for a while.
Until they discovered that the waves under the ship were gradually no longer smooth. All the ships began to rise and fall in the waves, the artillery could no longer aim, and no one could even stand firmly on the deck.
A thin white line appeared on the sea in the distance. If you get closer, you can see it. It is a wave reaching the sky, with white waves rolling on the head.
"Tsunami, tsunami is coming -" Youqiong Sang's soldiers fell from the mast of the sea ship,
"Go and tell the adults that we must land immediately!"
However, it was too late. The waves reaching the sky were in front of us in an instant. The entire sea level seemed to be curled up. All the warships had no time to escape and were picked up by the huge waves. pulpy. Millions of tons of seawater carried the fragments of these warships and smashed them against the black cliff, and the sound of thunder could be heard endlessly.
Only the monks at the Golden Core stage, Yu Jian, abandoned the ship, but the sea wind became swift and fierce. They were almost unable to stand firmly while stepping on the flying swords. Looking at the angry sea below, those who survived were filled with fear. This sudden tsunami completely went against the common sense of people who had lived at sea for a long time.
The silver-haired man was hanging at the highest point with his hands behind his back. He stared at the abnormally large moon in the sky for a long time, then gritted his teeth and laughed,
"Bastard, I knew you wouldn't die that easily!"
At the moment, he didn't want to care about the life and death of the unknown people under his command. This knowledge made him extremely irritated. Then Qi gathered in his dantian, and a loud shout suddenly exploded in the air. The roar of movement almost overwhelmed the roar of the waves. The golden elixir monks who were close to him were all shocked to the point of bleeding from their orifices.
"Little bastard! I know you're nearby!! If you have the guts, just come out the f*ck—"
However, the answer to him was only the endless manic sea.
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Kunlun, Wangyue Peak.
Rong Tong's consciousness was still immersed in everything in the mountains. The first attempt to control the elements to attack the target failed. She was unwilling to give in. The second, third, and fourth times... there were constant explosions in the mountains.
Until her consciousness began to escape, she fell into a trance.
"...Come again, let's come again..."
"Okay, that's it for today." In the void, Baoqin pulled her consciousness back to her body.
Rong Tong was a little discouraged. She thought she had been making progress before, but now it seems that she has control, but the accuracy is too poor.
This means that a country desperately stockpiles missiles for itself, and in a war, it bombs the other side's territory for free, and then none of them can hit. When you empty the magazine, others can easily shoot one. The bullet took your head. It was so frustrating.
She lay tiredly on the white liquid crystal and fell asleep directly.
Thousands of miles away on the sea, the moonlight disappeared and the sun suddenly appeared. The survivors crawled out of the ruins tremblingly, and calmness returned to the blue sea.
