Chapter 10 I am not a monk

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Time has passed, and everything seems like yesterday. After more than five years, Li Qiao boarded the family's flying boat again, and it was time for him to go home for a visit.

The scene is similar to that of the past. The difference is that it is much taller than before. You can look down from the reserved window of the flying boat without jumping up.

Watching the earth fly by below, thinking that the scene of flying with a sword should be like this, Li Qiao felt a little leisurely and fascinated. But after a brief reverie, he thought that he would rarely have the opportunity to fly with a sword in his life.

If you want to fly with a sword, you must either have the strength in the foundation building stage, or have a high-quality flying sword in the Qi training stage, neither of which he possesses.

The current level of cultivation is just as he calculated. It has taken more than a year to successfully cultivate the soul, and he has practiced every day, but he is still far away from the success of warming up the first acupuncture point.

When I was very ignorant about cultivating immortals, I felt that cultivating immortals was wonderful. But when I really understood cultivating immortals, I realized that cultivating immortals was cruel.

The flying boat was a bit crowded and quiet because there were family monks. If they were unhappy, they would not be killed on the spot, but the other party had the right to prevent them from returning home.

It had been more than five years since I had the opportunity to return home to see my relatives, and it would be ten years before the next one. No mortal member of the family wanted to miss this opportunity, and many were even careful enough to avoid looking at the family monk.

Although they are members of the same clan, the status of monks and mortals is very different.

Although there were exercises, there was no one to guide them in their practice. Li Qiao had many things he didn't know about his practice. He also thought about taking this opportunity to ask a few questions, but after thinking about it again and again, he decided not to do so.

The other party may answer, or may ignore it. If it were at other times, he would have asked. The monks in the family have a high status, but they are not to the point where the clan members cannot say a word. At most, they will be disliked by the other party.

But he didn't ask in the end because he was worried that his recklessness would cost him the opportunity to return home. He was homesick.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, what if the other party answered the question? Knowing or not knowing is basically the same thing to him.

He spent a little effort to choose this position by the window. He was very happy to be able to see the earth under his feet in the sky and see his relatives soon.

Moreover, Li Qiao was also determined not to say anything about the fact that he had received the spirit.

The family is still the same as before, but it is somewhat different. He has a young brother.

"How are you doing in the clan?" After reuniting with his family, Li Jixiu called Li Qiao aside and started a conversation between father and son.

"I live a good life in the clan. The family takes good care of us mortal children."

"That's good, I feel relieved. Are there any family monks who are close to you?"

"Actually, the family situation is different now. Now..." Faced with this problem, Li Qiao thought for a while and chose to tell the truth. Although deception is wonderful in the short term, a fake is a fake and will eventually be exposed.

After hearing Li Qiao's description of the situation in the clan, Li Jixiu was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and said, "Qiao'er, I'm sorry for you."

Back home, everything is fine, but it's still a little different than before. Back then, he was the youngest and the most favored in the family. But this time when he came back, he felt that most of his parents' thoughts were on their younger brother, even though they were also kind to him.

I couldn't sleep at night and had some random thoughts.

At present, it seems that there is no future for my cultivation, unless I take the opportunity of returning home to break away from the family, become a casual cultivator, and fight for my life in the world of immortality.

But he couldn't. Leaving the family without permission would be treason, and the family would be implicated. He couldn't let go.

As for the idea of ​​taking the whole family on a run, it’s a no-brainer.

If he escapes alone, he has a high chance of dying in a short time, let alone taking his family with him? And he couldn't take his family with him. It is estimated that if he mentioned this idea, his father would immediately break his legs.

He almost knew the result of his cultivation, but Li Qiao did not give up his intention to continue practicing. However, during this time at home, he had no intention of practicing, and the time he could stay at home this time was not long. The two Just a few months.

The next day Li Jixiu took out a small cloth bag, threw it directly into Li Qiao's hand, and said, "This is for you!"

"What's this?"

"Spiritual stone."

This is a low-grade spiritual stone, which was left behind by Li Jixiu's ancestors. Originally, he wanted to leave it to his own child who was qualified to cultivate immortality, but because he felt guilty about Li Qiao, after thinking about it, he decided to give it to him.

Spiritual stone? Li Qiao knew about this, but had never seen it before. He carefully took it out of the bag, looked at it, and then returned it.

"I can't use it."

"It's just a low-grade spiritual stone. It's not something important. It's okay to keep it by your side as a thought..."

"What if I lose it somewhere? It's better to leave it at home!"

"If you lose it, lose it."

One wanted to give it, the other didn't want it, but in the end Li Qiao accepted it because his father Li Jixiu said that his ancestors had left hundreds of spiritual stones, but they were all spent bit by bit by mortal descendants, and this was the last one.

And he is more concerned about how it is spent? Where was it spent?

Through Li Jixiu's explanation, he learned that although Wangxian Town is just a small town, it is at the intersection of several immortal cultivating families. Immortal cultivators often exchange immortal cultivating resources, so there are several acquisitions and transactions in the town for some basic immortal cultivating families. Resource store.

As for the ordinary members of the Immortal Cultivation Family, if they have spiritual stones, they can also buy them, such as elixirs that can make them healthy and live a few more years.

Knowing this, Li Qiao found time to come to Wangxian Town a few days later, planning to visit those shops.

I went there and found the store, but I didn't go in to take a look because the three stores had one thing in common. If you want to go in, you have to pay the entrance fee of a low-grade spiritual stone.

Faced with such a result, Li Qiao did not turn around and leave directly. Instead, he stood in the distance, looked at one of the shops, then closed his eyes, letting himself remember this feeling of not getting what he asked for, and telling himself in his heart not to do so in the future. What are you thinking about cultivating immortality?

But he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, so he thought about imagining himself as an immortal cultivator one last time, flying with a sword.

While he was thinking about it, he felt something strange in front of him. He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful girl slightly shorter than him, looking at him with big eyes.

Seeing him open his eyes, the little girl asked: "Where is your flying sword? Where is your storage bag?"

Seeing the innocent and serious expression on the other party's face, Li Qiao resisted the urge to turn around and leave, and replied: "I am not a monk."

"If you're not a monk, what were you looking at at the door of this store just now?"

After leaving Wangxian Town, one sentence appeared in Li Qiao's heart: I am not a monk, I am just a mortal.