As the afternoon approached, the sky began to look a little gray.

Ling Jiang and Ya'er finally came to the city gate.

"You two, where are you from, and what are you from?" the Chengguan soldier asked Ling Jiang routinely.

Ling Jiang replied: "We are from Jiangling, and we have come here to join our relatives. ”

"Defecting to relatives?" When the soldier heard this, he couldn't help frowning, and said angrily: "I see that you don't have any luggage on you, and you come here from Jiangling to run to relatives, and you can't starve to death on the way?"

Ling Jiang's expression was stunned for a moment, and he was thinking about how to justify, but who thought that the soldier patted Ling Jiang on the shoulder and said softly: "Brother, listen to my advice, enter this city gate, settle down, cause less trouble, and live a long life." Release!"

After entering the city, Ya'er couldn't help asking, "Childe, what did that person mean just now?"

Ling Jiang shook his head, "I don't know, maybe something happened in Chang'an recently." ”

Tick, tick......

As he spoke, a few soybean-like droplets of water quietly dripped down, and it rained in Chang'an.

Ya'er hurriedly stretched out the oil umbrella she was carrying behind her, and the rain suddenly became heavier, and pedestrians without umbrellas on the street also fled in all directions, or hid under the eaves of the street.

Chang'an was suddenly shrouded in smoke and rain, and all kinds of oil umbrellas walked through the streets and alleys, as if forming a flower belt.

"Childe, where are we going next?" Ya'er glanced at the sky, because of the rain, I am afraid that it will not be long before it gets dark.

"Let's find an inn to stay in first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow. Ling Jiang said softly.

The two of them walked in this Chang'an city, as if they had stepped into a huge labyrinth, and the pavilions and halls were like the eternal guards of Chang'an, standing in the rain curtain. The one hundred and eight squares of Chang'an City connect the criss-crossing streets and alleys, as if they were split with a three-foot sword.

The girls on the street were dressed in cool clothes, and their skirts danced in the rain. Those chivalrous warriors with swords on their backs can also be seen everywhere, and there are many scholars who walk on their hands, and everyone's faces are filled with different expressions, either proud of the spring breeze or depressed.

People come and go, cars and horses are noisy, all blending into the rain.

"It turns out that this is Chang'an. The boy sighed.

Unlike Jiangling, Chang'an is not only bigger, but also more people.

Every place here is filled with a different taste, perhaps, this is Chang'an.

The two found an inn to stay, and that night, Ya'er ordered two bowls of noodles, a bowl of egg noodles, and a bowl of clear soup noodles. The money for one bowl of noodles here in Chang'an is enough to eat three bowls of noodles in Pinghai Town, so Ya'er has to save as much as she can.

After all, there is not much money in your pocket......

"Childe, we can't stay at the inn every day, right? Ya'er finished eating the clear soup noodles with Ling Jiang on her back, turned around and asked.

Ling Jiang thought for a while and said, "Tomorrow, I will first go to Guozijian to help Mr. Su deliver the letter, and then go to the Chang'an Dart Bureau to ask, and then decide what to do." ”

Ling Jiang didn't plan to tell Ya'er about the letter, so he actually didn't know how long he would live in Chang'an. Because Ling Jiang was planning to find out the background of his parents, he didn't know how long he would have to look for in this vast sea of people.

But now that I've arrived in Chang'an, I simply don't think about it.

That night, the rain continued to fall.

It was supposed to be the best rainy day, but the boy had insomnia in bed. This is a double room, he can sleep in the same bed with Ya'er, naturally there will be no crowding.

It's just that Ling Jiang was lying on the bed, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, and his mind was empty.

Late at night, the boy got up and got out of bed. He first walked to Ya'er's bedside, gently helped her cover the blanket, and then gently pushed open the window lattice, quietly looking at Chang'an City in the rain at night.

Ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes, as far as the eye can see, there are still many houses in Chang'an City at this moment with loose lights.

Under the shadow of the lamp, the rain was refreshing, and the rain curtain fell on the young man's face slanted along the breeze.

This is the rain in Chang'an, some are slightly cool, some are light.

"Chang'an ......" Ling Jiang opened his moist eyes, and Chang'an City suddenly became blurry in his eyes, "What kind of secret are you hiding?"

There was a lamp in his heart, like a few candles under the heavens, emitting a faint light, not seeking to cut through the night, but to shine a brief light where people could see.

There seems to be a unique breath between heaven and earth, passing through this heavy rain curtain from the distant clouds to a very inconspicuous inn bed in Chang'an City, which slowly flows into his body between the young man's breath and breath.

After the breath was incorporated into the young man's body, it dispersed in all directions, as if it was like a rain sprinkled on the dry land, and every drop of blood in his body was greedily absorbing this small essence.

At that moment, the lights came on and emitted a bright fire

Lighting the lamp, condensing the air, concentrating.

As if in one go, the three lamps above the head and on the shoulders suddenly merged into one, and a trace of fire swam along the meridians around the body to the dantian.

In this lifeless dantian, a seedling quietly broke out of the picture, ticking, ticking, and the tip of the seedling sent the first drop of nectar to the barren soil, followed by the second, the third.

It's slow, but it's clearly visible and vibrant.

After a long time, the sky broke slightly, and the rain gradually dispersed.

The boy opened his eyes, and the breath-holding sword finger of his right hand stretched out of the window. You can see a fluorescent qi burst down your fingertips, cutting through the drizzly sky.

Ling Jiang said softly: "The three gods gather, quenching the body and condensing the pill, this is the Gathering Gods Realm?"

The first rain in Chang'an actually made him realize the Tao by chance, and stepped into the threshold of the three realms of qi refining, gathering the gods!

You must know that although Ling Jiang is armed with the sea rune, he can only use the tidal aura in the sea rune, and it is almost difficult to step into the third realm.

This is also the reason why he has already cultivated in the Martial Dao Triple Mountain, but his Qi cultivation has been staying in the second realm.

During the two months in Dongting Lake, Ling Jiang would close the door every night and depict the sea runes until midnight.

The root of the problem is that he doesn't have spiritual roots.

How can a tree without roots survive?

But just last night, his originally lifeless dantian was bizarrely glowing with a ray of vitality, and it was this wisp of vitality that changed his cultivation luck, making him cultivate in one go and step into the third realm in one fell swoop.

Ling Jiang had been wandering in front of the threshold of the Third Realm for a long time.

After the rain, the sky was clear, and he still climbed up the east mountain, and a wisp of purple gas loomed in the clouds, and the purple gas came from the east.

The boy didn't delay, and began to exhale lightly in the room.

Even if he broke through the third realm, Ling Jiang still didn't give himself a vacation. He knows that his starting point is much lower than others, and if he wants to continue to move forward, he must show a spirit of working harder than others.

Because this is Chang'an, here, he could die at any time.

If he dies, how will Ya'er live alone?

Just after the hour, Ya'er opened her eyes and saw the young man watching the morning light by the bedside, and she asked softly, "Childe, did you sleep well last night?"

Ling Jiang turned around slowly, and before he could speak, he saw Ya'er's face suddenly startled, as if she was too frightened to speak.

"What's wrong?" Ling Jiang hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Childe...... How have you become so much better?" exclaimed Ya'er.

"Is there one?" Ling Jiang disagreed, grabbed a small bronze mirror and looked at it, almost letting the bronze mirror fall to the ground. After stepping into the third realm, he did look very different from before, not only was his spirit more full, but his speech and demeanor gave people a refreshing and comfortable feeling.

He didn't know that the Gathering God Realm was the merger of the three corpse gods, and it was the first time that a qi practitioner had transformed his body, but the general change would not be too great.

The reason why he is like Ling Jiang is also because he has no spiritual root.

He is like a victim who has just climbed out of the abyss, it is a kind of metamorphosis that has seen the light of day.

At this moment, the young man only needs to walk around Suzaku Street with a sword in hand, and everyone who comes and goes will not hesitate to think that he is a suave swordsman. Sometimes, looks can really change the perception of a person, even respect.

A beggar, even if he is armed with Shang Fang's sword, no one will take him seriously.

It's a truth.