Deep in Wulang Mountain, there is an ordinary bamboo forest.
Dark clouds are gathering above, filled with vigorous vitality.
Then, the rain fell, the bamboo leaves rustled, and the fresh air hit my face.
Su Xing glanced at the senior sister next to him, who had a thoughtful look on her beautiful face.
"Sister, do you need me to demonstrate again?" Su Xing asked.
"Well... no need." The senior sister shook her head, as if she had learned something, then nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Yes. You are really good at the Spiritual Rain Technique. Is this okay? When you arrive at the Smoke Sword Bamboo Forest, you can wait for a quarter of an hour.
I will try my best to arrive within a quarter of an hour to observe and learn. If it doesn't arrive after a quarter of an hour, you don't have to worry about me and just make the rain happen by yourself.
I owe you a favor. "
Su Xing looked at Senior Sister and nodded. It was his duty to provide rain, so it was okay to wait an extra quarter of an hour. What's more, there is a favor from the gods and fairies.
There was a hint of smile in the eyes of the senior sister, and then she seemed to think of something and hesitated a little.
"In that case, Su Xing will leave first." Seeing that the other party had no other instructions, Su Xing said goodbye directly.
"Okay...Okay, by the way, thank you." After saying this, the cold-looking senior sister's face showed a bright red, and the water splash disappeared as if in a hurry.
Su Xing then walked down the mountain. In fact, the senior sister is a water monk with a profound realm. It is naturally not difficult to understand the mere spirit rain technique.
The difference with Su Xing should only be Su Xing's own Fuso spiritual energy. Although it is inconvenient to point out directly, Su Xing has already deduced that it may be due to Lin Zhongxian's physique.
But the senior sister still did not hesitate to put down her body and wanted to learn the Spiritual Rain Technique from him. Su Xing could only think of the reason for that real person.
After all, as soon as he cast the Spiritual Rain Technique, he was received by the real person. As a disciple of Zhenren, the senior sister has not been seen for ten years.
Deep down in his heart, he probably really wanted to see his teacher.
Therefore, I studied the Spiritual Rain Technique privately. In the past few months, I also took time out of my busy schedule to cast rain on Mist Mountain. Even, he has to learn from his spiritual husband.
After taking a look at the mist-shrouded Wuyang Mountain behind him, Su Xing turned around and walked down the mountain.
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Xiaoxuan Mountain.
Su Xing carefully combined several spiritual seeds together. Every step was extremely precise, but at the same time, his movements had the feeling of flowing clouds and flowing water, and his eyes were steady.
After a while, Fuso's spiritual energy poured in, and the spiritual circuits reverberated among the seeds, and then slowly stabilized.
Finally, Su Xing wrapped several spiritual seeds with a layer of green seed coat to form a complete seed.
"It's done." A female voice sounded from the side.
"Yes." Su Xing nodded. This is a medicinal seed from Crow Heart Seed that has been successfully refined just now.
The talent for practicing alchemy is not good, but the refining of medicinal seeds is okay. Thinking like this, Yue Du beside him began to silently put away the debris in the room.
"I told you, you don't need to deal with it." Su Xing said calmly. Although the other party was planted with Xuan Kui seeds by himself, he was already a foundation-building monk after all. Generally speaking, Su Xing would not humiliate the other party too much.
"It's okay." Yue Du glanced at Su Xing, then lowered his head to clean up the excess residue of the refining medicine, with a rather downcast look.
"How is the matter with the He family handled?" Su Xing thought for a moment and asked.
The other party successfully built a foundation in the Zhaoying River and achieved his long-cherished wish. Although what was built was just an ordinary mortal base, the path basically stopped there.
Su Xing once asked Yue Du, who had built his foundation, to fight him with all his strength, and then found that although he was not his opponent, Yue Du's pressure on him was not even as strong as that of Hu Youyi, who had completed his Qi training.
But foundation building is foundation building. Even without the help of the sect, the He family would not dare to humiliate a foundation building monk at will like before.
As Su Xing expected, Yue Du flipped up his hair, shook his head, and said:
"The He family has not appeared again. After building the foundation, and with Zhaoyinghe's contribution, I am now living a good life in the sect, and no one bothers me."
Su Xing thought he would see a smile on Yue Du's face, but he was still the same as before, with a slight gloom on his face. Except in front of him, I still always like to lower my head.
After the incident at Zhaoying River, the sect conveyed Hu Youyi's message to its friendly sect Bailing Mountain in a friendly manner, but has not yet received a reply.
Everyone who survived was rewarded for their merit. Originally, the sect planned to grant Su Xing the status of a disciple of the Purple Jade Sect, but Su Xing insisted on becoming a spiritual cultivator in Xiaoxuan Mountain, so the sect did not force him.
Finally, taking into account the reason for Bailingshan's failure to reply and Su Xing's own demands, the reward was temporarily suspended. When Su Xing needs it later, he can ask for it himself.
Mainly, Su Xing also felt that what he had to do now was to digest the cultivation materials in the storage bag and improve his realm, various Taoist techniques and medicinal methods.
Before I knew it, it was evening.
Su Xing sent Yue Du, who was teaching the way of medicine master, down the mountain, then turned and walked up the mountain path along the mountain path.
The red clouds sink in the distance on the shoulders, and the dark night climbs into the sky, dotted with stars twinkling like eyes.
Then, the sun climbed up to the sky again, dispelling all darkness and the light of stars and moon that were not as bright as it.
Day after day, tomorrow after tomorrow.
Su Xing's figure walked up the mountain again and again, and then finally slowly sat down on the bamboo chair in the small courtyard.
This day is the seventh day of May.
More than a year has passed since I returned from Zhaoying River.
And he has spent three complete years of his life in the Purple Jade Sect.
Su Xing, who was sitting in the courtyard, had dull eyes, handsome features, and elegant temperament. He didn't look much different from a year ago.
Except for the long hair that has been casually draped behind her back, it is tied up by a high-quality hosta, making the whole look more pure and fresh.
This hosta was given to him by Han Qiaozhi on his birthday a few days ago. Not to mention the exquisite carving craftsmanship and complicated formations, the material itself is actually carved from the expensive and rare Yue Dynasty jade, but it is only used for gathering spirits and decoration, which is really luxurious.
Of course, the well-informed Jiang Wangli told him this with some surprise. Han Qiaozhi didn't say anything at first.
There is also a line of small words carefully carved on the hosta:
"Passing it across the mountain without hesitation."
The handwriting is beautiful and graceful, but it is a little incompatible with the natural hosta. Su Xing guessed that Han Qiaozhi probably added it later himself.
Monks have been living for a long time, and many people do not pay much attention to birthdays. I did not expect that Han Qiaozhi would give such an expensive gift this time.
However, apart from the value of the gift itself, Su Xing developed the habit of tying his hair.
Taking back his thoughts, in the past few days, there was something in the sect that was specially conveyed to his Xiaoxuan Mountain.
