Something very impressive..."
Jing Yingrong blinked, pondered, and said slowly: "The first time I encountered a thunder tribulation, I was inexperienced and missed a trace of the power of the thunder tribulation. I let it fall into a city inhabited by mortals and burrow into the ground. It blew up a lot of pits."
Everyone: "..."
Jing Yingrong: "Facing the power of heaven and earth for the first time, although my spiritual consciousness... is ignorant, I still have instinctive fear, so I am deeply impressed."
Everyone: "..."
Lan Chucui: "Isn't it because I blew up the latrines of mortals that I was so impressed?!"
Jing Yingrong: "I will compensate them."
Lan Chucui: "I didn't ask you this."
Shu Pinghui: "I have seen ordinary people's toilets, and the pits underneath are all... After the explosion, the smell, the scene, I..."
Zhao Jinxu: "...Senior Sister Shu, please stop talking."
Lan Chucui suddenly realized something and said, "Have you ever encountered thunder tribulation before Jindan?"
Jing Yingrong: "..."
She silently pulled out a small flower in the grass in front of her.
Wu Yaochen said promptly: "Senior Sister Lan, according to the rules of the game, you can only ask one question."
Jing Yingrong stuffed the little flower back into the soil and agreed: "Well, I've finished my answer."
Lan Chucui opened her mouth, unable to speak.
In the sea of consciousness, Jijiebi asked in surprise: "When are you talking about?"
Jing Yingrong: "When I advanced from a high-grade spiritual weapon to an earthly weapon."
Ji Jie Bi suddenly said: "No wonder we don't know."
Ji Sha Jian: "What does it feel like to advance?"
Jiyanzhu: "I also want to ask, we are born as Taoist weapons, and we haven't experienced advancement yet. Is there any difference between the strength enhancement of Taoist tools? Is there a big difference?"
Jing Yingrong: "There is a difference, it's like, um..."
She thought about it for a long time and then said: "Become another new thing and come to the world again."
Jijie Pen: "Reborn, like a new life?"
"Um."
Ji Yanzhu's tone overflowed with yearning: "It sounds so interesting!"
Ji Jie Bi: "I'm a little envious of your step-by-step growth process."
Jing Yingrong: "Does it include the experience of being broken five times?"
Ji Jie Bi: "Ahem... I'll leave that one alone."
Although Jing Yingrong finally won a red lottery, Lan Chucui's question obviously did not satisfy some people, so at Shu Pinghui's urging, they played a few more games.
During this period, Lan Chucui was forced to tell an embarrassing story about herself. Before she was ten years old, she was too timid to be alone. Every practice ended with her running out of the quiet room crying; Shu Pinghui reflected in the yard with a mirror behind her back. After running for three laps, strength was not a problem. The problem was the difference in height and leg length, which caused Jing Yingrong to curl up her legs tightly throughout the whole process; Wu Yaochen danced a dance, Lan Chucui turned her face away unbearably, Shu Pinghui made a gesture of nausea, Jing Yingrong Yingrong was almost stepped on by him; Zhao Jinxu was asked to sing for half a sentence, and after that, everyone except Jing Yingrong covered their ears to block their perception, including Yin Xueze, so that the young man was very hurt, and his mood improved after being touched on the head to comfort him. Get better.
When the Golden Crow half fell into the sea, leaving behind scorching clouds of clouds, Jing Yingrong finally drew a red lottery again.
The blue sign is in Yin Xueze's hand.
Yin Xueze let out a soft snort of unknown meaning, and then said coldly in the expectant eyes of Shu Pinghui and others: "Make someone here cry."
The others were stunned for a moment.
Shu Pinghui immediately said dissatisfiedly: "Isn't it too difficult? Can you change it?"
Zhao Jinxu also quietly pulled down Yin Xueze's sleeve: "Brother Xueze, this is just a game."
Lan Chucui said: "Aren't games meant to make people happy?"
Wu Yaochen joked: "Is it possible that you want to see someone here cry?"
Yin Xueze's expression was a little shaken. He looked at the reflection in his glasses and was about to speak when he heard the reflection in the mirror ask: "Are any means or methods okay?"
Yin Xueze frowned and said without hesitation, "Yes."
Jing Yingrong nodded.
Her figure suddenly disappeared and immediately appeared in front of Yin Xueze.
Yin Xueze alertly moved back an inch with his hands on the ground.
Jing Yingrong turned her palm over and found a purple fruit-like object in her palm. She grabbed the object with both hands and gently opened it
Yin Xueze's eyes turned red almost instantly, and a lot of tears came out of his eyes.
He covered his eyes tightly, turned into black light and shot into the corner of the yard, roaring: "What are you doing!"
Everyone was stunned.
Zhao Jinxu: "Why... wow, it's so smokey!"
At the same time, Lan Chucui also exclaimed: "What?!"
Both of them were also in tears and their eyes were red.
Shu Pinghui and Wu Yaochen, who were a little further away, saw that the situation was not good and ran away without hesitation.
However, the unknown aura from the purple fruit easily penetrated the defense of the golden elixir monk. Although it did not cause any real damage, it made people dizzy and burst into tears.
"What is this? It's so exciting!"
"Rongrong, what are you holding? It's killing me!"
"Senior Sister Jing, stop playing!"
"Junior Sister Jing, you have passed the test, stop it!"
In the midst of the noise, Shu Pinghui's unusually loud voice suddenly sounded:
"It's not good, Junior Sister Luo was fainted by the smoke!"
…
They worked like crazy for a while, until night fell and Luo Qi slowly woke up. Everyone barely stopped crying, but everyone had a pair of red and swollen eyes.
Several people unanimously decided to end the game with lingering fear, and then stayed overnight with Xiang Jing Yingrong to rest.
Lan Chucui didn't leave either. She stood in the yard, immersed in the flowing moonlight.
Jing Yingrong walked over.
"Aren't you going to rest?"
When Lan Chucui heard the sound, she turned around and saw that under the moonlight, her red and swollen eyes were smeared with a thick white greasy paste.
"Wait another quarter of an hour, wash off the ointment and go to rest."
Jing Yingrong: "Oh."
"They didn't ask, but I'm curious, what is that thing of yours that has such an effect?"
Jing Yingrong: "Purple-line garlic fruit is effective for monks below the stage of transformation into gods."
Lan Chucui: "What about those above the Transformation God?"
"It's a precious ingredient."
Lan Chucui was startled, and then laughed.
Jing Yingrong tilted her head in confusion: "What are you laughing at?"
Lan Chucui lowered her head and said with a smile, "It's nothing."
She paused and said softly: "Thank you."
Jing Yingrong: "Why do you want to thank me?"
Lan Chucui: "I had a lot of fun playing the game."
Jing Yingrong: "I'm not the only one playing with you."
Lan Chucui couldn't help but laugh: "Then I'll thank you."
She emphasized the word "men".
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Lan Chucui exhaled a breath of turbid air and raised her head to look at the bright moon in the sky.
"During this period, I checked a lot of information and asked a few elders for advice, and I generally understood what you said that day. Master Yue Ji Dao is an extraordinary person. Master Lida must have failed to understand the true meaning of her Taoism. Give up the basics and pursue the last.”
Jing Yingrong listened quietly.
"Actually, it's not bad that Master Lida created this technique, otherwise Dapo Palace wouldn't have lasted for so long. It's just that I am not suitable for this technique."
