readx;? At this moment, on the open-air stalls in Dongfang City of Luoyun Sect, with Yu Xia'er and Han Yan as the center, surrounded by three layers of lively monks, I have to say that as long as there are people, no matter where they go, they will inevitably have curiosity, seeing other monks in a circle, some monks who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic also hurriedly squeezed inside, wanting to see what is happening inside!

Lan Mingge didn't pay attention to what would happen to the monks who surrounded Yu Xia'er, she smiled lightly, and quickly left this stall calmly, there is still a lot of place in the open-air market, she doesn't want to delay her treasure hunt because of some boring people and boring things. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yes, treasure hunting, for most monks, buying some spirit plant seedlings is like chicken ribs, tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon them, but for her, she has space, the soil is rich, and those rare herbs are priceless, who would have expected that after a few decades, these seedlings will not attract envy and jealousy in the immortal cultivation world!

Now that it's out, let's finish the spirit stones in the storage bag at one time, and go back to plan the next move.

Therefore, Lan Mingge abandoned Han Yan and Yu Xia'er, who were surrounded, far away from the clouds, and walked all the way down another street in the open-air market, while continuing to observe the various materials on the stalls, it was obvious that the herbs within this street belonged to the mature spirit plants, and there were many people here, coming and going, bargaining, and endlessly.

Lan Mingge looked at the sky, it had been three hours since he came out, it was still early, and there was still an hour of time to wander. She thought to herself that it should be almost time to finish walking around this mature herb area, so she might as well hurry up and see more.

Suddenly, there was a chaotic noise not far ahead, Lan Mingge looked up, and saw a group of people surrounding not far away, and the noise came from there. A low sobbing sound vaguely echoed in this area, listening carefully, it seemed like a sad music, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, mixed with a little intermittent, and a little bit of big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate.

Who is it? Even the crying is so subdued? Can you even hear the tone of Beethoven's Pathetic Sonata? Lan Mingge had a soft spot for piano music in her previous life, and the most listened to was Beethoven's Pathetic Sonata, the kind of touching and poignant tragedy that often brought tears to her eyes.

Unexpectedly, in the Canglong Continent, there was a crying voice crying so perfectly! Suddenly, the cry turned in a low voice, and the crying voice seemed to be a little higher, but the pathos was endless, and in the pathos it revealed a trace of firmness, as if the feelings of children and daughters were poured out in this lingering sorrow, and the cry expressed the anger against fate and the resolute and unyielding bearing in a desperate situation, so that Lan Mingge's blood boiled.

Her tears slowly poured up with the high and low crying, and her heart was full of questions, who was it, who encountered the intractable sorrow, although she was in adversity, she did not flinch, and expressed her fortitude with a strong cry.

When Lan Mingge stood behind the crowd and stretched her neck to look inside, she realized that she had been deeply infected with pathos and burst into tears.

Standing in the noisy crowd and listening to the discussions of these monks, Lan Mingge understood what was going on.

Twenty days ago, she accompanied her seriously ill grandfather to Luoyun Sect, wanting to go to the pill peak to get the pill and treat the long-suffering grandfather, but the only three spirit stones on the body had been spent, and the two were penniless, so they had to live in a low house in the slums of Fang City, because Shui Ling's grandfather needed to come out to bask in the sun every day, so Shui Ling still carried his grandfather in front of the door of a small shop to bask in the warm winter sun.

As a result, Shui Ling's grandfather was unconscious, Shui Ling panicked, called Grandpa a few times, and didn't wake up, so he cried, this cry couldn't be cleaned up, as if the floodgate that had been closed for a long time was suddenly opened, and the sorrow that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly broke out, and the sound echoed over the market, cutting into the ears, attracting the attention of Lan Mingge.

It seems that the immortal cultivation world is also the same as the mortal world, where there are poor sufferers.

"Alas----!" A male cultivator put a spirit stone at Shui Ling's feet, shook his head and walked out.

"Alas----!" Seeing this, another male cultivator also put down a spirit stone, looked depressed, and walked out.

Lan Mingge stood at the back of the crowd, and in the sobbing and choking of the water spirit, she faintly revealed a spiritual silk to probe the old man who was leaning against the doorpost and passed out.

The old man was wearing a gray robe with patches, although it was shabby, but it was very clean, his face was full of wind and frost, his eyes were closed, if it were not for the ups and downs of his breathing on his chest, people would think that he had fallen.

Lan Mingge's knowledge is still too little, the Luoyun Sect has a deep heritage, even if it is a Fang City, it is also a place where the dragon is hidden, she didn't find it, when she released a very fine trace of spiritual sense, there were a few imperceptible divine senses that fell on her.

It was a high-level existence that surpassed the cultivation of all the monks in Fang City!

Now, Lan Mingge's spiritual cultivation is at the ninth layer of the foundation building period, and the monks above this cultivation will fall on her, and she will not be aware of it at all. Fortunately, she only used an extremely subtle spiritual sense to examine the unconscious old man, otherwise, God knows what would have happened.

"Alas, little girl, take these spirit stones and find a place to bury the old man!" A male cultivator stepped forward to diagnose the pulse of the old man's wrist, shook his head and sighed: "The old man's dantian has been shattered, and no matter how elixir it is, he has no power to return to the sky." ”

"Who are you, why can you conclude that my grandfather is powerless to return to heaven?" Shui Ling obviously didn't believe the male cultivator's words.

"I'm endless!"

Oh, it's the endless road, I heard that it is the most famous loose cultivation in the south, and his medical skills are superb, and his cultivation has reached the twelfth layer of the foundation building period, and he is known as the first person below the Dan period.

Someone in the crowd had already told the story of the endless road.

"Little girl, since Senior Lu has already said that your grandfather is hopeless, you should prepare early. ”

"Grandpa, what should I do? Wake up, wake up!" Shui Ling lowered his head as if he didn't believe it, and began to sobble again.

At the same time that everyone was talking, a trace of spiritual consciousness released by Lan Mingge had already entered the sea of consciousness of the old man who had passed out in a coma, and she was surprised to find that the sea of consciousness of the old man was very broad, and there was a feeling that she could not see the edge. She looked at the old man carefully, like a mortal, as if he had no cultivation.

When the spiritual sense passed through the upper dantian and the middle dantian, and arrived at the lower dantian, Lan Mingge found that the old man's dantian had indeed been broken into several pieces, and on the old man's broken dantian, it was as if there was a small yuan infant struggling to grasp the broken dantian piece, and he had been gluing it hard, but unfortunately there were too many broken places in the dantian, and the little yuan baby could take care of this end, but couldn't take care of that end. Busy and busy, but it can retain the breath of the old man. It has no effect on the broken dantian.

Quickly retracting his spiritual sense, this old man who had passed out in a coma was a great monk of the Yuan Infant Stage!

Lan Mingge once again stopped his gaze on the sobbing girl, the first layer of cultivation in the Qi Refining Period, but the long and melodious cry just now clearly exceeded the cultivation limit of the first layer of the Qi Refining Period!

The old man and the girl must have an extraordinary background!

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