Dang~dang~dang~
Ji Qingling was woken up. Was the village chief addicted to meetings recently?
Just come here a few times if you have nothing to do.
She heard the door open, probably her parents were leaving.
Regardless, I fell back to sleep.
She didn't know how long she had been sleeping, but she felt like someone was shaking her.
"Little sister Ji, get up quickly, something happened!"
Ji Qingling opened his eyes and stared at Ji Qingyuan, "If you lie to others, I will bite you to death."
"The head of the Ji family just sent a message asking us to return to Tongcheng."
"What!!!" Ji Qingling suddenly woke up.
It turns out that the village chief just called everyone because of this matter, but they all agreed to move the whole village!
Ji Qingling was very repelled by the group in Tongcheng. It was clear that she didn't want to care about them before.
Why are they suddenly called back now?
The two of them left the room and met Ji Linhai, his wife, and Ji Qingshan.
"Uncle Qingshan."
"Uncle Qingshan."
Ji Qingshan nodded towards the two of them.
"That's it for now, I'll leave first."
He strode out without waiting for anyone else to answer.
"father?"
"oh."
Ji Linhai suddenly realized something and paused before saying, "We are going back to Tongcheng."
Mo Sanniang shook her head at the two of them and told them to stop talking.
After arranging for the three mothers to pack their things, Ji Linhai went out alone.
This time I can't help myself.
Do you dare not listen to the call of the patriarch?
Can you bear the anger of the Golden elixir monk?
Soon everyone in the village knew that they would be returning to Tongcheng tomorrow.
Most people were happy. After all, the Tongcheng Ji family was somewhat unattainable in their hearts.
It was very lively for a while.
During the Qi refining period, you can't fly with a sword, and you can't walk on a horse-drawn carriage on the winding path out of the mountain.
Carrying the child on two legs, it would take several days to reach Tongcheng.
The busy day passed quickly.
Early the next morning.
Everyone in the village stood at the entrance of the village. They really wanted to leave here, but they were reluctant to leave.
"Let's go." The village chief was the first to turn around and leave.
A group of people embark on a journey.
Foundation-building monks with flying magic weapons took turns to come forward to explore the path.
Yes, there are two foundation-building monks in their village who do not have flying magic weapons.
One is Su Su's father and the other is her father, both are newly promoted monks in the foundation building stage.
Her father used to rub Ji Qingshan and his flying swords all the time when he went out.
She and Su Su became good friends probably because they were both destined to be poor.
The adults intentionally placed the children in the middle of the line.
Ji Qingling and Ji Qingyuan walked together. She noticed that Ji Qingyuan was acting strange this morning.
Didn't he go find his friends like Ji Ping'an? Is this reluctance?
Or is it just that she doesn't want to go to Tongcheng?
"Ji Qingyuan, what's wrong with you? I noticed you were acting weird early in the morning."
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"What's wrong? Can't bear to leave?"
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"say."
Ji Qingyuan turned around and looked around: "I seem to be about to break through."
"Hey, what did I think it was?"
"The environment is not suitable now. Let's wait until we get to Tongcheng." Ji Qingyuan didn't want to distract his parents because of him at this time.
"Will it take a long time to break through?"
"A few hours."
Ji Qingling felt that when they arrived in Tongcheng, after all, they didn't know the villagers there, so they might register them.
At that time, maybe the second level of Qi Refining and the third level of Qi Refining will receive different treatment?
She ran to Mo Sanniang and told her what had happened.
Mo Sanniang also felt that what Ji Qingling said made sense.
"Okay, mom knows, you go ahead and don't run around."
"Know~"
This time I was on the road, so it was not as interesting as collecting herbs and hunting animals in the mountains before.
Ji Qingyuan was worried. Susu was a real seven-year-old child, so the journey was really boring.
"Ling Yatou." Ji Qingling heard someone calling her.
Turning around, he saw Ji Qifang, the only female foundation-building cultivator in the village, standing next to her.
She lives alone and rarely sees her except when she is on assignment.
"Aunt Fang."
"You have three spiritual roots? Do you know which spiritual root you have is the best?"
"Dad said that I should be the best in gold spiritual root. I am the fastest and best in learning gold spells."
"Then you cast a golden armor spell and let me see."
"Huh? Oh." Although she was puzzled, she also knew that Aunt Fang was definitely not the kind of person who would just play around with children.
Silently reciting the mantra in his mind, a thin layer of metal covered Ji Qingling's entire arm.
A small knife tip appeared on Aunt Fang's fingertips and lightly scratched Ji Qingling's arm.
The metal was sliced open without damaging her arm.
"You stop inputting spiritual power now."
Soon the metal disappeared from her arm.
"I am also majoring in the Golden Spiritual Root. Your Golden Armor Technique's maintenance time is too short, and its defensive properties are very poor."
Are you trying to teach her?
Ji Qingling was a little excited. No one in the family majored in Golden Spiritual Roots, and they usually only taught her their cultivation experience.
But it's still a bit difficult to deal with metal spells.
With this rare opportunity, Ji Qingling hurriedly talked about all the problems he encountered in his daily practice.
Sure enough, not all methods for different spiritual roots are the same.
Aunt Fang answered her question and extended her palm.
A rabbit the size of a baby's fist stood in her palm.
Then Ji Qingling saw how powerful the monks in the foundation building stage could control their spiritual power.
The rabbit quickly turned into a puppy, a pig, a fox and so on.
Everything is very detailed and lifelike.
“This is a method a friend taught me when I was out training.
The accuracy of spiritual power control is very important for monks, so practice it more often on weekdays. "
He turned the fox in his hand into a hairpin and inserted it into Ji Qingling's head, clapped his hands and left.
Aunt Fang is really a good person. If there is any delicious food and fun in the future, she must share it with her.
The road behind was not so boring. Ji Qingling began to try to conjure up small things of various shapes in his hands.
Finally, when most of her spiritual power was used up, she transformed into a small pig. She showed the thing in her hand to Ji Qingyuan.
"what?"
"What does it look like to you?"
Ji Qingyuan looked confused, "Yamanashi?"
Ji Qingling was a little frustrated, "Uh~ Can't you tell it's a fragrant pig?"
Ji Qingyuan picked up the thing and handed it to her, "Are you sure this is a pig?"
"Hehehe~ It doesn't look like that."
Hold the little pig in the palm of your hand and watch it dissipate little by little.
Alas, and the time is really short.
Aunt Fang's hairpin stayed on her head for more than an hour before dissipating.
Over there Ji Qingshan came over with a flying sword.
"We have cleared a piece of flat land in front of us as a camp for rest tonight."
Several children cheered. Although they were all monks, they felt exhausted after walking for a day.
Ji Qingshan's words made everyone feel that hope is ahead.
Suddenly I picked up my energy and accelerated forward.
Ji Qifang also came over with a sword at this time, and she felt funny when she saw the envious look on Ji Qingling's face.
She seemed to be like this when she was a child. During her Qi refining period, she would salivate when she saw others wielding swords.
"Come up, I'll take you flying." She lowered her height and stretched out her hand to Ji Qingling.
"Really???" Although he asked, his hands held Ji Qifang's hand honestly.
Putting her behind him, Ji Qifang turned to look at her and said, "Hold tight."
"Yeah."
The flying sword gradually rose and flew towards the sky.
In order to defeat her, the flying sword moved very slowly, and the wind blew slowly on Ji Qingling's face.
Looking at the flying sword at her feet, the sword was wide enough to stand on.
He looked down at the lush and towering trees below.
Occasionally one or two small rivers intersperse among them.
This feeling can be described in one word as 'refreshing'.
"awesome!!!"
