Lin Yun covered his lips and blinked: "Oh, I'm so confused."
"Sister, how can you swear in the name of your father? It's too much!" Lin Qingxue quickly helped Lin Wei, who was extremely angry.
"Well, it's hard to communicate if you don't understand people." She shook her head and sighed, picked up the scabbard on the ground, put the sword in it, turned around and left gracefully.
When he reached the corner of the street, he couldn't bear it any longer. He held onto the wall and vomited a mouthful of blood. Lin Yun frowned at the pain coming from his internal organs.
"Damn, what a cruel attack."
Lin Qingxue looked at the figure disappearing in the corner, bit her lower lip, her face full of grievance: "Father, my sister still can't accept me after all these years, is it because Qingxue didn't do a good enough job?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? You are the best fire spirit root and the glory of the family. You just need to remember to practice well after entering Taixu Sect. Don't take these little things to heart."
Lin Qingxue said "Hmm" obediently. After hesitating for a moment, she finally expressed her doubts: "My daughter feels that my sister is different today from the past. She seems to be a different person."
Normally she would just swallow it when she was bullied, and would never say such decisive words.
Lin Wei's eyes narrowed when he heard this. His current temperament is somewhat similar to Yun He's, but it's a pity that it is difficult to achieve great things with talent.
"Let her be, just pretend that she doesn't have this daughter."
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Lin Mansion.
"Miss," the servant's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw her appearing in the mansion at this moment.
Lin Yun nodded slightly and walked past the servant to the courtyard where the original owner lived based on his memory.
Stepping into the yard and going straight to the room, he took out all the clothes in the cabinet. With a "clang", a wooden box was brought out and rolled to the ground.
"This is..." She freed up a hand, picked up the wooden box and sat down on the edge of the bed.
After opening the wooden box, there lay a bracelet that was crystal clear and looked like an ice cube. The body of the bracelet was engraved with a lotus flower. It looked no different from the bracelets worn by mortal women.
According to the memory of the original owner, this was the bracelet of her mother, Mu Yunhe. She often sat in front of the window and stared at the bracelet in a daze.
There is not much explanation about her mother in the original book, except that Lin Wei saved Mu Yunhe whose life was hanging by a thread during his training.
After she woke up, she lost her memory and her cultivation was completely ruined. Lin Wei fell in love with her at first sight because she was extremely beautiful.
While Mu Yunhe was recovering from his injuries, the two fell in love with each other. Three years after giving birth to Lin Yun, he passed away due to the recurrence of his old injuries.
Before she died, she gave the bracelet to Lin Yun and told her not to lose it. As for the reason, she couldn't remember. She only knew that the bracelet was very important to her, and the bracelet did not appear again in the subsequent plots.
"Based on years of experience in reading literature, it might be a treasure. How about a drop of blood to identify its owner?" Lin Yun thought for a moment: "Is dried blood effective?"
After all, the blood of this body is precious. His fingers stained with dried blood brushed the bracelet body, and after waiting for a few seconds, the jade bracelet showed no response.
"It seems that we need to try it with fresh blood."
She recalled carefully how the original owner concentrated his spiritual power. Suddenly, a ball of spiritual power appeared in the palm of his hand. He condensed the spiritual power into a thin needle and stabbed it towards the ring finger of his left hand. A bright red color appeared on the fingertip.
Divine consciousness controlled the blood beads to fall onto the bracelet. In an instant, the blood submerged into the bracelet, and then a string of golden runes appeared on both sides of the lotus.
Lin Yun felt the connection with the bracelet, and with a thought, he appeared in a strange place. There were only three shelves in the huge space.
There are four glass bottles on the second floor of the first shelf, which contain round and round elixirs.
There are several spiritual plants placed on the grid of the second shelf, and some books are placed on the third shelf.
In addition, there is a small pile of spiritual stones on the ground, with low-grade and medium-grade spiritual stones mixed together.
Lin Yun walked to the first shelf and raised his hand to pick up one of the colored glasses. The bottle had a rejuvenation pill written on it.
"Sure enough, there is a healing elixir." He poured out one pill and drank it, and the pain in his body gradually disappeared.
Rejuvenation Pill, a third-grade elixir.
She picked up the other bottles one by one: "Spirit-Building Pill, Bigu Pill, and even the fifth-grade Spirit-enhancing Pill."
As the name suggests, taking the Spirit-enhancing Pill can increase your spiritual power in a short period of time. It is one of the monks' favorite life-saving pills.
High-level elixirs like this are hard to find, and are often priceless.
"To be able to possess a rare space bracelet and a fifth-grade elixir, it seems that my mother's identity is not simple."
She looked at the storage bag on her waist. This was something the original owner had begged Lin Wei for a long time to obtain. An expensive storage ring could only be owned by disciples of large sects.
Putting down the elixir in her hand, she walked straight to the last shelf. A talisman book called "The Encyclopedia of Talismans" caught her attention.
I picked it up and opened the first page, and my eyes lit up when I saw the contents inside. It recorded various talismans and their effects. I leaned against the bookshelf and read for a while, then put down the talisman book and looked aside.
"Sword Jue, is my mother a sword cultivator or a talisman cultivator?" She thought of the original master as a sword cultivator,
"Sword cultivator is tired and poor, I still choose to make money as a talisman cultivator." His consciousness returned to his body, and he raised his hand and waved all the clothes on the bed into the space.
"You have to leave quickly, lest that disgusting father and daughter come back and cause trouble again." Lin Yun quietly left through the back door.
Before leaving Qingyang Town, Lin Yun bought talisman paper, a Langhao pen, and a map of Jiuyuan Continent.
Thinking of the spiritual stones she had just spent, her heart ached: "The prices in the world of cultivation are ridiculously high, even higher than my high blood pressure!"
A slightly better Langhao pen actually costs a thousand middle-grade spiritual stones, and her total savings is only a little over a thousand!
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Before nightfall, Lin Yun finally found an inn to stay.
He drank two cups of tea in one breath and fell on the bed: "If the number of steps on WeChat today is at least 50,000, I will have to rent a carriage tomorrow. If I keep going like this, my legs will give out sooner or later."
Thinking back to the monks wielding swords in the sky during the day, there was envy in their eyes. Only by building the foundation can they wield swords. Is there any way to be like them?
A flash of inspiration occurred, and a talisman appeared in her mind. She sat up and said, "The flying talisman is fine."
She can quickly remember everything she has seen. This flying talisman is one of the ones she saw in "The Encyclopedia of Talismans". With it, she can fly briefly without building a foundation.
She came to the table in the middle of the room and sat down, and took out the talisman paper, wolf brush and talisman book from the space. There was no book on the basic theory of talisman drawing that she could only copy.
She opened the rune book and read it carefully. As time passed, her hand turned the pages faster and faster, and each rune pattern was imprinted in her mind.
"Bang!" Lin Yun closed the talisman book, picked up the Langhao pen, held his breath and poured spiritual power into the Langhao pen.
Born in the Academy of Fine Arts, she is extremely sensitive to lines. When the pen tip touches the rune paper, the runes of the flying talisman appear in her mind. Without too much hesitation, the complex runes are born under the tip of the pen by turning her wrist.
Silky and smooth, one stroke to the end without any obstruction. The runes on the talisman paper glowed with golden light, fleeting.
If there were other talisman cultivators here who could see all over the chin, even the genius of Ziyun Sect would not be able to finish the talisman in one stroke when he first drew it.
"It's done? Is it so easy?" Lin Yun picked up the flying talisman with doubts on his eyebrows: "In the memory of the original owner, the talisman was panting and sweating profusely after drawing a talisman."
"Is it because I failed that I won't be in that state?" She paused and then said: "But the golden light means success. You will know if it works."
