Sister Yue: [After the Nine Thunder Tribulations, the Yang God]

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly said: [Sister Yue, then what kind of cultivation are you now? Is it almost time for the Yang God? Can you tell me conveniently? 】

Sister Yue: [It's still early]

Luo Qingzhou saw that she didn't seem to want to say it clearly, so he had to say: [Sister Yue, then look, do I have a chance to go to the Yang God? 】

Sister Yue: [Yes]

Luo Qingzhou immediately said: [How long will it take? 】

Sister Yue: [I don't know]

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a while, and had to say: [Sister Yue, I took her to find a senior monk for treatment today. The monk told me that the only way to heal me was to need a martial artist with the Martial God realm and a soul cultivator with the Yang God realm to help her heal. In this way, it may be possible to completely cure her disease.]

After a long time.

The message replied: [It's much more difficult than my method]

Luo Qingzhou: [But, at least she's still her]

Sister Yue: [Then I wish you success]

Luo Qingzhou paused and said, "Sister Yue, can you help me? I can pay for anything]

The message was not replied to.

Luo Qingzhou waited for a while and put away the communication treasure.

After lying on the couch for a while, he got up and walked to the desk in front of the window, looked at the sun and moon treasure mirror on it, and muttered, "It seems that I can only rely on myself." Also, it's up to you. ”

If those few herbs are enough, plus that Buddha Light Relic, the second lady can still support it for two years.

During these two years, he has two paths to take.

One way is to cultivate hard by yourself, relying on the Sun and Moon Treasure Mirror, maybe you can succeed.

After he was promoted, the Sun and Moon Treasure Mirror had a mutation, and the spiritual fluid produced was even more powerful, allowing him to quickly break through to the mid-martial arts realm.

Then, it is very likely that the treasure mirror will undergo two or three more mutations.

The Sun and Moon Treasure Mirror had absorbed his blood, perhaps because it could sense his cultivation and the energy he needed, so it was mutated according to his current cultivation.

So this road, too, has a chance.

The second way is to continue to look for those hidden martial gods and yang god masters.

As long as he can find it, he has so many books in his head, maybe he can exchange them for help, after all, he has already practiced, and those books are indeed very useful for masters.

Also, when he cultivates to a certain level by then, maybe he can also rely on those scriptures and stories to cultivate.

In that case, the cultivation speed will be faster.

Better do it than wish it done.

Anyway, there are still two years to go, and he has to at least try it.

With the decision in his mind, he felt a little lighter, and at the same time, his heart was full of motivation.

He decided that after two days of time, he would inquire about the nearby sects or boxing gyms, worship a master, and practice with other martial artists.

In that case, it will definitely be much faster than cultivating at home by yourself.

At the same time, there is no need to worry about the mind and exercises.

Outside the window, the sun was setting, and it was already dusk.

A girl in a light green dress, holding a sword, stood silently under the pear blossom tree in the courtyard, I don't know how long she had been standing.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, and said, "Chanchan, come in and help my uncle study ink." ”

The girl under the tree glanced at him, hesitated again, and walked towards the house.

Luo Qingzhou went over and opened the door, waited at the door, and when she walked to the door, she hurriedly said, "Don't move, my uncle will help you take it off." ”

As he spoke, he squatted down, picked up her slender calves, and helped her take off her shoes.

Then suddenly, taking advantage of her inattention, took off her socks.

A chill struck!

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly took out another pair of snow-white Luo socks from the storage bag, helped her put them on, looked up and said, "I made it for you, I wanted to give it to you last time, but you refused." Put it on, and don't live up to your uncle's kindness. ”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and helped her take off the shoes and socks on her other foot, and then put on the new socks.

Xia Chan held the hilt of the sword and looked at him coldly with her eyes.

Luo Qingzhou stood up and said, "I'll give you something, but you want to draw your sword and kill me, Chanchan, is there anything like you?" ”

Xia Chan was still holding the sword, looking at him coldly with her eyes.

Luo Qingzhou turned around and entered the house and said, "Come in, help my uncle study ink." ”

Xia Chan followed in, and said coldly behind him, "Give me back." ”

Luo Qingzhou turned his head and said with a puzzled face: "What else do you want?" ”

Xia Chan stretched out her little hand and looked at him coldly.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her for a while, spread his hands and said, "What is it?" Uncle doesn't seem to be taking anything from you, right? ”

As soon as the words fell, the pair of snow-white socks that had just fallen off her feet suddenly fell from his wide cuffs.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Luo Qingzhou picked it up from the ground with a calm face, put it directly into his storage bag, and said, "Chanchan, my uncle will help you wash it and then return it." ”

After speaking, he ignored her, walked to the table and sat down, took a piece of rice paper and spread it out, knocked his fingers on the table, and ordered: "Grind ink." ”

Xia Chan glared at him behind his back, puffed out his cheeks, Fang walked over, picked up the ink block, and slowly grinded the ink.

After studying it a few times, she couldn't help but say, "I, I've taken a bath, I just changed it." ”

Luo Qingzhou picked up the pen and said, "It's okay, my uncle likes to help you wash." By the way, what books does the eldest lady usually like to read? ”

Xia Chan was stunned, lowered her head, two blushes crawled on her fair face, and said in a low voice: "I, I don't know." ”

After speaking, his head was lowered tighter, and his face was full of inferiority.

She doesn't know much literacy, and she doesn't know the books that Miss reads.

Luo Qingzhou dipped his pen in ink and said, "It's okay, I'll pick a few copies later, and you can take them back for her." ”

Then he raised his head and said, "Chanchan, in the future, you can come to my uncle's place every night for an hour, and my uncle will teach you to read, okay?" ”

Xia Chan lowered her head and studied the ink, silent.

Luo Qingzhou didn't say anything more, retracted his gaze, looked at the rice paper in front of him, and began to write the Heart Sutra.

Soon, a whole Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra was written.

He blew dry the ink, and was about to put it away, when Xia Chan suddenly whispered: "Okay, write a poem for Miss?" ”

Luo Qingzhou was stunned when he heard this, looked at her and said, "Does she like poetry?" ”

Xia Chan avoided his gaze, bowed her head and said, "Yours, poems, Miss, I have all read them." ”

Luo Qingzhou was stunned, groaned for a while, dipped his pen in ink, and said, "Then write a poem." ”

After hesitating for a moment, he wrote: "The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost." The so-called Iraqi people are ...... on the water side"

After the whole poem was written, he dried the ink, picked up the rice paper and said, "Chanchan, remember to make it clear to the eldest lady first, this poem is actually a poem containing philosophy." Among them, the Yiren can be talents, friends, achievements, ideals, and futures. As for why the word "Pujia" is used, it's just a coincidence, I hope she doesn't care, and don't think I'm deliberately offending her, do you hear? ”

Xia Chan took the rice paper and said, "Oh." ”

Luo Qingzhou saw her looking at the pen and ink on the paper, a little dazed, and said, "I'll read it to you." ”

As he spoke, he read the whole poem slowly.

When she thought of three of them, Xia Chan's eyes moved.

After reading the whole poem, she showed a rare soft color on her face, and said in a low voice: "It's so good......

She didn't understand the meaning, but in her ears, she felt very comfortable and sounded.

Especially, when he pronounces those two words.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "Chanchan, if it's nice, you can just laugh at it and show it to your uncle, okay?" ”

Xia Chan woke up, her pretty face instantly became cold again, she took the rice paper, turned around and left, and when she was at the door, a voice came out of her mouth: "Hmph!" ”

Luo Qingzhou walked to the window, watched her go out of the house, walked into the courtyard, and shouted, "Chanchan, remember to come to read every day." ”

Xia Chan ignored him, walked away quickly, and soon disappeared outside the gate.

Luo Qingzhou sat down, was quiet for a while, and began to play books about Taoism in his mind.

If you want to take Zhu from Qingyunguan, you must pay some price.

Xia Chan took the "Heart Sutra" and "Pu Jia" and returned to the Cicada Moon Palace.

At this time.

The sun has set.

As night fell, a bright moon rose into the sky.

In the pavilion in the back garden, Qin Pujia sat there quietly in a snow-white dress, looking at the moon and contemplating.

There is also a back garden with lots of flowers and trees in the garden.

It's just that there is no pond with green lotus.

Bai Ling was wearing a pink skirt, squatting in the flowers next to him and squinting his eyes, sniffing the flowers that had just bloomed today, and his pink pretty face was full of expressions of enjoyment.

Xia Chan walked in from the round door, and when she passed behind her, she quickly got up and said, "Chanchan, did my uncle take the opportunity to bully you?" ”

Xia Chan ignored her, walked into the pavilion, handed the rice paper in her hand to Miss Qin, and said, "He, give it back, Miss, wrote a poem." ”

As soon as these words came out, Bai Ling immediately ran over, stretched his neck, opened his eyes wide, and leaned over to look.

Qin Pujia was slightly stunned, took it in her hand, read the "Heart Sutra" first, and then her eyes fell on the poem.

Bai Ling suddenly read out crisply: "The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost." The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water. The leaves are green, and the white dew is not dawning. The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae ...... The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. The so-called Yi people, in the water of the ......"

After reading it, she suddenly raised her head and said, "Chanchan, is this what my uncle took the initiative to write to Miss?" ”

Qin Pujia was stunned, and also raised her head and looked at her.

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, bowed her head and said, "Hmm." ”

Bai Ling was stunned, and then asked, "Did my uncle say what this poem means?" ”

Xia Chan bit her pink lip and shook her head.

Bai Ling was stunned, with a look of surprise: "Didn't my uncle say anything?" Just wrote such a poem and asked you to send it over? ”

Xia Chan nodded.

In the gazebo, there was a sudden silence.

After a while, Bai Lingfang muttered: "Miss, the title of this poem is called Pujia, and there are three Pujia in it, and it seems to be a song of begging, begging for joy, not begging for joy, it is a love poem." Uncle he...... What does he mean? ”

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