It is said that spring rain is as valuable as oil, and the spiritual rain that fell on February 2 during the Pill Formation Heavenly Tribulation is even more priceless.
Jiang Liang took out a large iron basin and put it on the ground under Lin Du's strange eyes.
This is also a good decoction ingredient. I will use it to prepare Lin Du's decoction later. The original decoction will be transformed into the original food, and the wool will come out of the sheep.
Lin Du, who was spread thinly on the ground, took a long time to shovel himself up. He let Jiang Liang check his pulse, endured hunger and swam around Luoze. He went ashore and changed his clothes before he realized that he He has grown taller again, and the bottom of his robe has reached above his ankles, which makes him feel a little stretched.
Lin Du dried his hair, twisted it into a bun on top of his head with ease, and planned to go down the mountain to treat some of his nephews to dinner and buy new robes.
Jiang Liang glanced at Yan Ye who consciously withdrew his consciousness. He hesitated to speak, but felt it was inappropriate. He took the basin and went back to find his apprentice.
The child is almost growing up, but Yan Ye, the stick, probably doesn't understand.
The rain has stopped, the sky is full of glow, and the Taoist rhyme is vaguely visible. Wherever the calamity clouds are, the auspicious clouds that represent good omens are there.
But he didn't know whether Lin Du jumped too fast, or it was already dusk. The entire Supreme Sect Mountain Range was covered with glowing light, and even Dingjiucheng was bathed in the golden light.
After cultivating to the third stage, one will live for thousands of years, fly freely, soar under the clouds, and be held in the palms of colorful clouds.
Lin Du finally didn't have to sacrifice the magic weapon before flying. She walked in the clouds and sent a message to several of her nephews. She landed on the main peak and reported to the leader that she was fine. She also kidnapped Ni Jinxuan. A group of people came down the mountain in a mighty manner.
The rays of sunshine are like honey dripping on the shoulders of the young people, their robes are fluttering, the sound of copper bells is delicate and pleasant, wrapped in laughter, and the wind is dragging out a happy atmosphere.
“Eat Fumanlou’s roast duck!”
“Eat Haichanglou’s braised fish head with soy sauce!”
"Eat the roasted mutton from Yanchun Pavilion!"
Lin Du was having a headache due to the quarrel between the three nephews. "Eat them all. At worst, you can switch to another one after you finish eating. It's not like you can't afford it."
A group of people went down the mountain and entered Fuman Tower in a lively manner.
Lin Du had just survived the catastrophe, and his aura had not been lost. He was still young, and he was eye-catching wherever he went.
It was still cold in the north even in February. Mo Lin was wearing a black fox fur cloak. He was tall and tall. From a distance, he looked like a cassock-stealing black bear - a thinner version.
The remaining group of people talked to each other and made a scene of more than a dozen people, making them particularly eye-catching along the way.
"There are six distinguished guests in the Tianzi private room on the second floor." The waiter had just finished shouting, his eyes fell on the disciple tokens on the six people, and asked with a smile, "I don't know which Taoist priest in the sect has survived the heavenly tribulation today. Come on, look at those auspicious clouds, it makes people happy just to see them."
Lin Du smiled and said nothing. Ni Jinxuan looked at her face and swallowed her boast.
Yan Qing and Yuan Ye looked at each other, but did not speak. Mo Lin rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile, "This is my uncle."
There is indeed nothing wrong with this.
Lin Du secretly thought that this kid had indeed grown up.
The waiter recognized Mo Lin. The low-level monks could not detect the specific cultivation level of the monks who were stronger than themselves, so they smiled and catered to him, "Your uncle must be a person who can benefit the whole country. It would be great if the dragon raised his head on February 2." days."
The group of people walked all the way up, and everything said in the restaurant fell into their ears.
"Someone in our Supreme Sect has advanced today. Have you seen it? The thunder has been ringing for a long time."
"I counted, thirty-nine heavenly tribulations, it looks like someone has advanced to the Soaring Cloud Realm!"
"Hey, when I came out and saw the glow, I thought he was at least a real person in the Huiyang Realm."
"Ordinary people can reach the Tengyun Realm in their lifetime, even if they have mastered the inner alchemy skills, then the matter of refining the gods is not something ordinary people can achieve."
"This is true. The Taoist priests of our Supreme Sect are all geniuses. Even our Dingjiucheng has become a good place for outstanding people."
"When you talked about your elixir formation, I remembered the headline in the Anecdotes of the Cultivation World a few days ago. Did you read it?"
"Which one?"
"The chief disciple of Elder Pei Qin, who returned to the Yuan Sect, was originally unable to survive the Heavenly Tribulation of the Pill Formation. Unexpectedly, someone sacrificed his life to block it for him, and he was able to survive and successfully formed the Pill Formation."
Lin Du paused when he heard this, and everyone who was going up the stairs stopped. They all pricked up their ears and waited attentively for the next step.
"Hey, this Heavenly Tribulation is only meant to hit one person. It's just a block with the magic weapon. If another person rushes in, wouldn't it be a provocation to the way of heaven? Wouldn't it be a double blow?"
"No, it is said that the female cultivator who rushed in to save people broke her golden elixir on the spot. Tsk tsk, why bother? If the elixir formation fails once, isn't there a next time? As long as you don't kill the person, you can return it. There is help.”
"I'm afraid it's a Taoist monk who wouldn't want to see his lover suffer. It is said that the first disciple was about to be struck to death by lightning, but when he saw a white figure, he rushed into the thunder and threw himself on the head. On the disciple's body, he blocked the remaining thunder for him."
Lin Du suddenly looked back at Xia Wu and Mo Lin thoughtfully.
Xia Tianwu is still wearing a dark embroidered white dress today, but underneath is a green fairy skirt, as tender as a new bud on a wicker, a jade silk sash around her waist, an ice jadeite on her head, and an emerald colored glaze necklace on her chest. Echoing each other from a distance.
She sighed, "Tell me, why are they all dressed in white?"
Mo Lin:?
"Little uncle, what are you looking at me for? I don't wear white."
Lin Du turned around and said, "Nothing, I was thinking of Shao Fei."
Shao Fei is white, Xia Wu is white, and when it is Xia Fei's turn, the favored Bai Yueguang is still white.
There is only one moon, and the white moonlight shines everywhere. It is shipped in batches.
Mo Lin frowned, "Uncle, are you going to kill me?"
"They are short of spiritual bones to ascend, and they have taken my idea. I don't dare to come and get them openly, and they have to rely on such a woman. It gives me a headache to hear that they are not destined to be destined."
"Tell me, if you can't ascend, you can still go to hell and become a ghost cultivator."
"I haven't been able to practice martial arts for a year. My bones have hurt from lying down these past few days."
"The pain in your bones is not because you were lying down. Others have been injured for a hundred days, but you have injured all the bones in your body." Xia Tian Wuben was walking side by side with him, and turned to look at him when he heard this complaint.
"With your usual physical training intensity, you can break your bones three times a day now. Please give me a break."
Lin Du lowered his eyes and smiled, then continued to go upstairs.
Yuan Ye thought thoughtfully, "Is this first disciple the one who made an appointment with our junior uncle to compete nine years later? What is his name?"
Yan Qing answered, "Wu Xi, the soul couldn't defeat the ghost of Lanju Realm and almost had his body taken away. The young master grabbed him by the neck and punched him into a pig's head."
When he said this, Xia Tian Wuyi remembered, "The pig head with a broken nose?"
Lin Du nodded, holding back a smile, "Yes, that's it."
Mo Lin was suspicious, "Why does junior sister know and why don't I know?"
"Didn't you go to Lanju Secret Realm?"
As they talked, a group of people went into the private room to order food. Mo Lin ordered the food as usual. The others were chatting in a flurry of words, while they were familiar with the way and divided bowls and chopsticks to pour tea on the teacups at their door. The whole room was chattering.
"Wu Xi also said that our junior uncle cannot form the elixir in nine years. In the end, he has to rely on others to risk their lives to save him in order to successfully form the elixir. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it has to be our junior uncle."
Lin Du always smiled and played with the Fu Sheng Fan in his hand. He had some reaction after hearing Yuan Ye's words, "Don't gloat about others' misfortunes. They are other people and I am me. It's normal that he doesn't know your junior uncle's talent. "
"Speaking of which, who is the one who blocked the golden elixir from breaking for him?"
