Each piece of Lingtian has a specific prohibition, and there is no corresponding jade plate that cannot enter at all, and the woman stands on the edge of the Lingtian and feels the Yuan Power flowing out of this Lingtian, and she is very greedy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Langyu still didn't believe her words, until she used the first spell in her life according to the method taught by the woman, the rain technique, and finally believed it. In the next time, Langyu was a little confused, and for a while he had a lot of thoughts, he had already given up cultivation, but now he could inexplicably cultivate again.

The woman stood at the edge of the field for a long time, and then talked to Langyu, but Langyu ignored her, feeling bored, so she quit and went to her field to take care of Lingzhi. When Langyu came back to her senses, she was gone, and she didn't know when she left, or maybe she never came, Langyu felt as if she was in a dream, but she used a rain spell again, and she was still at ease.

One after another, the rain spell was used, and the Yuan Power of the first layer of the Qi Refining Period was exhausted after a while, and she sat in the field sweating profusely, breathing in the breath called Yuan Li, and suddenly began to cry.

"Daddy, mother, come and pick up Yu'er home, Yu'er can cultivate, woo woo woo ......"

Lang Wei's residence, a thin man in gray like a bamboo pole nodded and reported to Lang Wei what it was, Lang Wei was sitting on a bamboo chair leisurely sipping freshly brewed spiritual tea, listening to the bamboo pole's report nodding and smiling with satisfaction.

"Uncle, this is the new one sent by Lang Mansion, my nephew didn't dare to open it to see, so I sent it to you, thinking that this time it must be indispensable, I heard that the little daughter of Lang Yue City has been tested to be a mutated ice spirit root, and as soon as the Seventh Elder heard about it, he immediately asked someone to arrange for the Lang Yue City family to move back to the ancestral house of Langhuan Xianfu, this time, I am afraid that I will not come back, and I must have sent some more good things to this waste material daughter." The bamboo pole smiled evilly, and calculated in his heart, how many pills Langfu sent this time, and my uncle should also reward himself with a few more pills this time.

"The people of Langfu didn't pestering her to see her, did they?" Lang Wei asked, already eagerly unpacking one of the packages.

"I didn't say it, the person who sent the things hurried back to pack his luggage, saying that he would leave tomorrow to follow the master's house to Xianfu, but he just asked about the situation and left in a hurry."

"Hehehehe......" Lang Wei looked at the six bottles of pills in the package, the folds of laughter crawled all over his face, opened a bottle and smelled it, it was a bottle of Yangyuan Pill. Giving a waste material without a spiritual root to eat the Yuan Dan is really a tyrannical thing, can she still raise a spiritual root! Hahaha!" Lang Wei laughed.

The bamboo pole also echoed: "Yes, yes, it's better to give that waste wood to eat than cheap us." ”

"Well, take it and practice well." Lang Wei said and poured out four Yangyuan Dan and gave them to the bamboo pole, "I'll come to my uncle to get it when I'm done." ”

The bamboo pole thanked him for his kindness, and after taking the pill, he was in a hurry to return to cultivation. As soon as I went out, I saw Langyu coming this way from a distance. The bamboo pole was returned and reported to his uncle.

"Steward Langwei, are you there?" Langyu shouted outside the gate.

"Yo! Isn't this the eldest lady! How did you get here? Is there anything you need the guard to do for you? Lang Wei said with a smile on his face.

"Steward, I want to go down the mountain and go back to Langfu, can you find me a carriage?" Lang Yu looked at Lang Wei with blank eyes.

Lang Wei was a little surprised, and said, "Why does Miss suddenly want to go down the mountain?" Is there something going on? ”

"I can cultivate, I'm going to go home and tell my father, look!" Saying that, Langyu used a rain technique.

Lang Wei's eyes widened in shock, and he thought: Isn't she without a spiritual root? How can you cultivate again? It's already the first layer of the Qi refining period!

"This, this, Miss, you are embarrassed, the head of the family ordered before, and you are not allowed to go down the mountain without permission in the future, mainly because I am afraid that your cultivation is too low, and it will be dangerous to go out." Lang Wei looked embarrassed.

Langyu blinked his eyes wide, and thought about it, it is true, in many of the stories told by his father, all kinds of demon beasts are very dangerous, and they must be protected at home at all times, let alone so far away from home.

"Can you send a message to my family and ask my father to send someone to pick me up?"

"Well, uh-huh, okay! I'll call someone to deliver a letter to the head of the house, and Miss can rest assured. ”

Langyu thanked him for his kindness, left Langwei's courtyard, and happily went back to his residence all the way to wait for news.

"Uncle, do you really want to send someone to deliver the letter?"

", stupid!" Lang Wei slapped the bamboo pole on the head.

At noon the next day, Langyu thought that the time to walk back and forth from here to Langfu in the morning would be enough, so he went to Langwei to ask for news.

The door of Lang Wei's house was closed, and no one was seen after shouting for a while, and he sat at the door and waited for a long time, but Lang Wei did not wait, but waited for the thin and tall pole he saw yesterday.

"Miss, come to my uncle? He went to the cave to retreat, and he didn't know when he would come back. ”

"I just wanted to ask if the person who went to deliver the letter to my father has returned?"

"This? I don't know who I asked to deliver it, but I'll ask you when my uncle is out of customs. ”

Langyu went back with a disappointed face. After six or seven days in a row, Langyu went to wait outside the steward's door every day, and each time he was disappointed.

On this day, she was in a daze in her spiritual field.

"Little sister, your spiritual rice can be harvested! Look at how this grain of rice grows, it's really good. "It's that woman again. For a few days in a row, the woman would come to talk to Langyu, and they became familiar with each other, and they also knew that the woman's name was Lang Feiyan, and Langyu called her Sister Yan.

"Oh, can you take it? How to receive? Unplug it? ”

"Hehehe, the family only collects rice ears, you just pinch off the rice ears and put them in a storage bag and hand them over to Lang Baye." The woman said.

"I don't have a storage bag, and who is Lang Baye? Where does he live? ”

"This? I also only have one storage bag, and Lang Baye lives on another mountain, a little far away. My storage bag will be borrowed for you first, and when you finish collecting it, I will take you to Lang Baye. The woman smiled and took out her storage bag and handed it to Langyu.

"Will it work? If you use the method I taught you that day to release a trace of Yuan Force and go in, you will be able to see the situation inside, and then you can use your mind to collect things. ”

Langyu tried it, and sure enough, it was amazing, a small bag, there was such a big space. Langyu worked hard for two hours, and finally finished collecting the Lingmi, and followed Sister Yan to find Lang Baye.

On the way, Lang Yu began to pester Sister Yan to teach her some basic spells, but unfortunately Lang Feiyan is only an ordinary disciple of the Lang family, and the spells he can access are limited, and the spiritual root is not good. Langyu began to look forward more and more to her father coming to pick her up and take her home soon.

After walking for more than an hour, I finally arrived at Lang Baye's residence.

"Eighth Master, are you at home?" Lang Feiyan knocked on the door and asked.

The door was open, and apparently there were people inside. "Come in." A neutral male voice came.

The two of them went in and saw a fat, fair-skinned, big-bellied middle-aged monk lying on his side eating fruit on a bamboo bed.

"Eighth master, I brought this little sister over to hand over the spiritual rice." Lang Feiyan said with a flattering smile.

"Bring it and I'll take a look." The eighth master is still lying on his side.

Langyu went over and handed him the storage bag, the eighth master took a handful out, glanced at it, suddenly widened his eyes, took a breath of the overflowing aroma of Yuanli, and stood up again.

"Good rice! Good rice! Good rice! Lang Baye suddenly shouted three times about good rice, and Lang Yu was so frightened that he retreated.

"Girl, did you plant it?" Lang Baye asked with wide eyes.

"Yes, I planted it." Langyu was a little afraid.

Lang Baye suddenly patted his thigh and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, we can also grow the best spiritual rice in this small mountain nest!" Girl! Talent! ”

"Gah? Superb, Lingmi! Lang Feiyan was a little incredulous.