Pei Xihe was deeply moved when he finally returned to Tianxu China to meet his master and senior brother after many years.
She suddenly remembered the scene she had seen in that time formation, and couldn't help but clenched her fists. A determination as cold as winter snow flashed in her eyes, but it appeared like a meteor, but she never called Mu Wan and Jiang opposite. Mingzhu saw it.
Jiang Mingzhu sighed, her expression a little complicated.
"I still think that my cultivation over the years has been improved by divine help, and I can already be proud of myself when I reach the early stage of Nascent Soul."
"You haven't been too bold in these years. You have cultivated to the point where you are about to become a god without any noise. I really don't know what to say."
Even she was shocked. When she first met Pei Xihe, they were both still little girls, but she was far superior to her.
Later, she lost to her magical power in the sect competition, and saw her form a golden elixir to kill the enemy, and then still won the competition.
Now after many years, Jiang Mingzhu has also figured out her own way. The higher the realm, the faster she progresses, and she is still inferior to her. She really can't help but sigh.
But Jiang Mingzhu's character has now been completely determined. Her heart is like a rock, and she will not change her ambition on the road to pursuing immortality. Those surprises are just a wisp of breeze blowing past the rock, and finally turned into admiration for her.
No matter how talented a cultivator is, he still needs countless polishing. Jiang Mingzhu, who is also extremely qualified, knows this truth. Pei Xihe must have gained a lot of experience and training in these years, otherwise how would he have such a matching cultivation level.
And she is also convinced that she is extraordinary, and practice is like planting buds and cultivating trees. She may not be as good at the early stage, but one day she will grow up in the light and rise into the sky.
Pei Xihe heard her emotion, but also noticed the sadness that had just been hidden in Mu Wan's eyes.
She said to Jiang Mingzhu: "It is indeed due to chance and danger that my cultivation has advanced so quickly. You are also powerful. I have been able to sense the aura contained in your body since I just met you." .”
"It must be the gourd from back then."
Jiang Mingzhu nodded, his posture generous and unrestrained.
"It is my destiny. This is the heirloom of the Jiang family. Rumor has it that it is a gourd grown on the gourd vine, one of the ten great spiritual veins in ancient times. In fact, I don't know much about it, but it breeds extraordinary things. The force of life.”
Pei Xihe thought in his heart that the inheritance recorded that there were ten top spiritual veins in ancient times, which were born from the innate energy. They were yellow plum, gourd vine, ginseng fruit, flat peach, fairy apricot, hibiscus, and laurel. , plantain, bodhi, bitter bamboo.
The full name of this gourd vine is called Colorful Gourd Vine. Rumor has it that there are seven gourds: purple gold, purple white, purple green, purple yellow, purple green, purple black and purple red. But Pei Xihe still remembers the gourd he saw that day. Pewter gray.
If it is such a treasure, I am afraid that with the passage of time and years, all the divine essence will be worn away, turning from purple to gray.
But now Jiang Mingzhu is in harmony with her, and has become a natal thing that can grow with her owner. She will be transformed with time and merit. She is also a pure wood spiritual root. Return to the true spiritual state.
Jiang Mingzhu's potential is immeasurable.
It would be presumptuous to ask further about the specific information about this gourd, and Pei Xihe remained silent.
Jiang Mingzhu looked at her and smiled at each other, and then said: "This time, two of my Jiang family's deities will go with me. You should wait in the city for three days. As soon as the news comes out, I will come to find you." "
With the two transformed gods, Pei Xihe thought a lot in her heart. Jiang Mingzhu's intention had been figured out by her, and her smile became more sincere.
"That's good."
Jiang Mingzhu took out a wooden sign and handed it to Pei Xihe.
"This is my wooden order, which is transformed from the leaves of the Babel Vine. If you need anything important, please contact me through this thing."
Reciprocating politely and being honest with each other, Pei Xihe also took out a communication talisman that stored his own breath and handed it to Jiang Mingzhu, who put it away and stood up.
"With that I will take my leave."
"Thank you very much, Manager Mu, for your hospitality."
Mu Wan stood up to see the guests off and said with a smile: "Jiang Zhenjun, you are very polite. I will do my best to handle the matters you entrusted to Zhenbao Pavilion. Now I will not see you off all the way."
Jiang Mingzhu nodded and smiled lightly, then left.
As soon as Mu Wan sat back on the chair, Pei Xihe looked at him with a smile.
She couldn't help but laugh: "Why are you looking at your sister like this?"
Pei Xihe blinked: "Sister, you might as well guess what gift I brought you. I didn't come empty-handed this time."
The manager of Zhenbao Pavilion had already experienced a lot, and he had developed an exquisite mind. However, looking at the beautiful girl in front of him, he still softened his heart.
Mu Wan has been acquainted with Pei Xihe since she was a child. Seeing her growing up little by little relying on her stubbornness, she suddenly felt a little emotional in her heart, as if the little bud she was protecting yesterday suddenly suddenly disappeared today. The ground has become a tree that provides shade.
Pei Xihe had just talked with Jiang Mingzhu, and she was filled with emotions. She was proud of how powerful she was now, but she couldn't help but feel a little sad. Her cultivation to the point of perfecting the foundation building was already complete, and maybe it would take more than a hundred years. Life span will be exhausted.
I just hope that her little sister can always shine like the rising sun.
She said softly: "My sister will like whatever you give her."
Pei Xihe smiled with narrowed eyes and took out something from the storage ring.
She opened her palm, and it was a blue-white fruit the size of a fist. The surface was a little rough, and you could see scale-like protrusions, but they were connected to each other to form wonderful patterns.
This was the fifth-grade spiritual object, Qingmian, that was born in the deep sea and was purchased by Pei Xihe in the Shark Realm of Immortal Temple.
Mu Wan didn't know about this elixir. After all, it had been extinct in Tianxu China for many years, and there was no news about it even in the endless sea that was most suitable for its birth.
She explained: "This spiritual fruit is called pure marrow. It is transformed by the power of sea marrow. It can improve the talents of practitioners who are new to Taoism. I remember that there is a water spiritual root in my sister's spiritual root. Drinking this fruit can cleanse you." The physical body, eliminates erysipelas from the body, and improves the water element talent.”
"When the time comes to practice quietly for a period of time, and with the help of the Golden Elixir, I will be 80% sure that my sister will become a Golden Elixir monk,"
Although he is an early-stage golden elixir monk who has never understood the Tao Yun and has been forcibly promoted by the power of elixirs, he has no hope of improving his cultivation, but he can still increase his life span from three hundred years to eight hundred years.
Mu Wan's eyes were reddish and her voice was trembling a little. She understood Pei Xihe and knew his intentions. She never shied away, only feeling moved in her heart.
"Sister, sister, I really want to thank you."
Pei Xihe said softly: "I remember everything."
I remember the care and guidance that Muwan gave her since she was a child, and the detailed preparation arrangements when she entered the hidden realm of the gods.
She remembers every moment of those years, every moment in her heart.
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Jiang Mingzhu sat quietly in the wing of Yongchengzhong Inn and looked at the gourd in her palm.
The blue-gray hazy glow exudes a mysterious and simple charm. In fact, she really doesn't know if it is the gourd grown on the rumored colorful gourd vine, but it contains infinite changes and points her in the direction of the Tao. , but it’s true.
It's like flowers blooming, like looking forward to the new year.
Thin words and enlightenment, long and long days.
Jiang Mingzhu looked at the sky through the window, as if she had understood the natural way of heaven and earth, endless life, the path to immortality she had been pursuing would sweep away all the clouds and fog, and appear clearly and frankly before her eyes.
She is bound to get the fruit of that tree.
