Emotional outbursts are always temporary and will eventually return to a stable track.

Luo Qing lay on the ground exhausted, regardless of the mud or water under his feet, he stretched out his limbs and stared at the rain-soaked sky. The rain brushed his cheeks, gradually subduing his excessive agitation.

The touch of the storage ring in the hand is real, but the inside of the ring is already empty.

When reason reigned, the feeling of heartache prevailed at the same time: too much, too much! When I was ecstatic just now, I threw everything in the ring and kicked it into a mess. What used to be clearly loot is now a mess. Wouldn't it be a huge loss if anything of value was damaged?

However, what Luo Qing wanted to know most was that Brother Tongshen's luggage was better than his, perhaps this would open a window into the unknown world for him and satisfy his curiosity for the time being.

Driven by this thought, Luo Qing rolled over and sat up. He saw the fragments scattered within a radius of more than ten zhang. He groaned and laughed. His mood was subtle and indescribable.

The rain gradually stopped, but less than half of the loot had been deformed by soaking in the mud. Luo Qing, regardless of whether there were valuables in it or not, stepped aside and began to classify other things.

The first valuable thing Luo Qing found was a stone box containing tequila grass. When the lid of the box opened, Luo Qing let out a soft smack. There are several layers of tequila all over the box. Each plant has its own roots and high quality. I'm afraid it's because Yan Daoren picked it up again and again.

Roughly speaking, there are at least about 7,800 plants in the stone box, plus Luo Qing's own harvest, which is enough to exchange for a Sanyang Fujian. That alone made him feel like it was really worth fighting for.

Secondly, eight types of jade were selected. A jade plaque about four inches long and two fingers wide has a faint yellow color. Luo Qing set it aside first, and then there were seven small jade plaques, all of which were palm-sized and of ordinary materials, but with intricate lines carved on them using typical symbol-making techniques. Luo Qing immediately thought of the legendary talisman style commonly used by monks.

Using jade as a material, pre-carving symbolic patterns to store symbolic power is a very useful method, which can stimulate symbolic power in battle and achieve the purpose of instant transmission of symbols. When it comes to personal expertise, Luo Qing is particularly attentive. He played cautiously for a while, identifying the rune systems on them one by one. Only then did he carefully put it into the storage ring.

The last thing that attracted him was a pocket dagger that was only an inch long, like a craft, but it had a variety of blades and handles. But this body type, let alone a strong man like Yan Daoren, is just a newborn baby, I'm afraid I don't need it.

Luo Qing thought it was a gadget, but after a little testing, he found that the blade was very sharp, cutting stones like mud, and the material was so hard that even the sharpness of Fujian Jiuyang could be blocked. After a long observation, it still did not serve its purpose and could only be put aside for the time being.

At that time, a pile of debris was cleared out, and what was useful were seven jade talismans, jade bars at hand, and nine Yang Hu swords seized in advance. Is this all the property of the monks?

Luo Qing was a little excited and disappointed, but he quickly dispelled the idea of greed and made up his mind. When his emotions stabilized, his attention focused on the jade strip in his hand.

He had seen something like this more than once when he robbed the Immortal Sect. It is also known that this is a tactic used by monks to store various information and methods. However, like a ring where items are stored, it does not have the ability to discern and read, and ordinary people cannot discover its secrets. If it weren't for that, when he rushed into Lei Zi Daxian's bedroom, he would never have just taken a bound copy of "The Legend of Heavenly Immortals".

A series of highly organized messages poured into the brain after a slight movement towards the jade sword, faster than reading any book. Luo Qing soon knew that the jade was not a method of cultivation, but what Yan Daoren called the "melting" method, that is, the whole process of melting the three Yangfu swords into pure Yangfu swords.

It's funny. Luo Qing worked hard to get a Sanyang Fujian, then found a blessing method to perfect himself, and finally perfected his achievements. However, after the difficult First World War, Fujian had a way to improve Fujian, and the score was only higher. What's more, he broke through the barrier of "three-layer mortals" in one fell swoop and became a real monk. It doesn't get much better than that.

Luo Qing didn't continue to look at it. He only put the jade strip and Fujian Jiuyang into the storage ring together. Then he put all the things on his body, such as the "Legend of the Heavenly Immortals" and the treasures in his pocket, into the ring. Immediately he became much lighter.

It was only then that he looked away and glanced at the headless corpse of Daoist Yan. This place he was not ready to clean up, so he let the corpses be placed here for the beasts and birds of prey to eat. It is speculated that if he died, Yan Dao would give him the same treatment at most.

Then, Luo Qing returned to the forest clearing where the accident occurred.

In the rain, the bonfire was extinguished. Daoist Yan was busy looking for him, but he didn't clean it up. According to the time of death, 22 bodies are still interbedded. Strong blood is still there. At the moment, he didn't attract the attention of others, but he brought some wild animals to enjoy the feast.

Luo Qing brandished his sword to chase away the animals, but he turned around and returned with these mutilated corpses. At the time, he was shocked.

However, he was decisive after all, and quickly collected the corpses and added dry firewood around, Yan Dao people's heads in front.

When everything was ready, he stood next to a pile of corpses. After a moment of silence, he reached out and scratched. From top to bottom, he began to lead the immortal spirit. Next to the sun and moon, he was covered with clouds. Then, a dragon flew up and took the soul to heaven. A set of symbols calming the soul formed in an instant, and flashes of light were refreshed and sprinkled on the corpse.

It was only then that he stepped forward, raised the nine Yang Hu swords, injected true qi, and the red flames flew up, suddenly igniting a large fire, leaving the rotten flesh wrapped in the flames, which gradually turned into ashes.

In this barren mountain teeming with wildlife, the chances of being buried are slim. He could only use the ancient rituals and hope that these people would rest in peace.

The flames were blazing, and Luo Qing stood aside, 22 stone boxes neatly placed at his feet. He took a sword as a gift and prayed silently for a while. Only then did he pick up one of them and lift the lid of the box, revealing the neat tequila inside.

After hesitating for a while, he finally grabbed the precious herb and threw it into the fire. One has two. Soon, 22 stone boxes were opened one by one, and tequila was thrown into them one by one.

There are at least a few dozen plants in the stone box, and a maximum of 200 or 300 plants, for a total of 1,500 plants. He was thrown into the fire and reduced to ashes with his original owner.

Perhaps this pile of ashes contained unknowable selfishness and despicable thoughts, but their owner died in happy laughter after all. As the only one left among them, Luo Qing felt that he should say something, and this was the best way he could do it.

Therefore, Luo Qing did not feel that he was wasting his life. Of course, he didn't think this kind of behavior was very noble. He just felt comfortable, and just like that, he distinguished himself from the murderous Taoist Yama in order to qualify for bringing peace to the dead.

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Another night, Luo Qing sat in the center of the depression at the top of the mountain, with a bright moon hanging overhead.

This is his new residence. He spent most of his time finding it last night in the dense forest on the top of a hill 200 miles from the battlefield. The place is located in a pine forest at the top of a hill. It is a naturally formed rocky depression. Behind it is a steep cliff to shelter from the wind and rain. Below is a group of loose arches, and from below, it is absolutely impossible to see where to hide.

Because of the shelter of the cliffs above, even if someone flies through the sky, it will take some effort to find this place.

Although there are few retreats that are more unsafe than last night, Luo Qing doesn't care about these. His eagerness to know what he had done and how he could find such a secret and quiet place was a testament to his patience.

Luo Qing wanted to settle down immediately, but he felt that his mind couldn't settle down, and his situation was very bad. After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly realized, shook my head, and smiled. I took the bronze mirror from the storage ring. Over the years, it has become a habit for him to settle down with a bronze mirror in his hand. At first glance, when he was treated, he was not feeling well all over.

In the mirror, he saw traces of the eyebrows being smoked and burning. Suddenly, full of childlike innocence, he patted the mirror and grimaced at the mirror: "Old friend, I still want you to take care of me!"

The bronze mirror was silent, and Luo Qing smiled and held it tightly, walked over and sat down.

Sit quietly in the moonlight, basking in the light, breathing and exhaling like silk.

Thinking and breathing always go hand in hand. Luo Qing breathes every day and enters the month. The method is like the breath of heaven and earth. Its own pure moon essence is collected in the exhalation and flows through the five internal organs, stimulating the five-colored cloud qi and moisturizing the internal organs.

The essence of the human body is subtly contacted, the vitality of the viscera is revealed, and the brain and the uterus are also sensitive. A stream of cold air rose from the Mud Ball Palace, forming a bright moon that shone all over the body.

In the past 20 years, Luo Qing has taken God as the moon and qi as the cloud, refining the "Nine Palaces, the Moon, and the True Magic of Ming". It doesn't take a deliberate effort to keep the moon in the brain. If there is no room for consciousness, it has its own clear and straightforward investment. It is constantly connected to the qi and blood of the bones of the limbs, nourishing the soul and promoting its growth.

Today, however, is different. In the past, the bright moon hung in the mud ball palace, attracting the vitality of the viscera and rising and falling. Now, inspired by the nature of the moon, the moon spontaneously moves out of the Marubeni Palace, from the cave room to the Ming Hall, and ascends to heaven and the emperor. It looks as if it is going to travel through the palace of the Shangyuan Dynasty.

Every inch of the moon changes immeasurably in the activity of qi. All flesh organs, muscles and bone holes, and other acupuncture points will react. The reaction is very small, but very subtle. It seemed that in the silence of the night, a subtle sound soaked in every inch of skin texture and blood.

Luo Qing's thoughts naturally attached to the next month, flowing through the nine palaces of the Zhou Dynasty to experience the taste of the novel.

Perhaps it was because he was so engrossed in gambling that slowly, he forgot where he was and no longer cared about the distribution of the nine houses. In a trance, he seemed to be there for the next month. Zhou walked in the boundless emptiness, looking and thinking from east to west, from north to north.

Weeks passed, and the feeling changed again and again. The sky is still boundless and empty. The moon is like a ship. He floats on the sea of stars. There is a flash where he lives. The sky is covered with hundreds of billions of stars and is endless.

During the moon's journey, it does not see its end, tail, top, or bottom, and it is covered with boundless stars on all sides, which is very splendid. Luo Se wanted to sense, his thoughts had nowhere to rely on, he only felt that the void was not empty, it seemed that there were countless spirits that should be hidden in it, but they were intertwined and chaotic, I don't know what it was.