Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Gift of Ranjing Mountain

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As soon as Lin Sa appeared, the whole room immediately seemed small, and he said in a gentle and polite tone: "I am not here when a rare guest visits, please forgive Sun Dujiao." ā€

"I'm going to stay at Yangshen Peak for a year, and I won't be a rare guest in the future. As soon as Lin Sa appeared, she put away the candle and took out a rectangular locket and put it on the table, "A few five-knotted green wood leaves, a little thin gift, please Lin Dujiao smile." ā€

"Reactive power is not lost, and the leaves of the five-section green tree are rare to see......"

"This thing is everywhere in Ranjing Mountain, I'm embarrassed to take it out, everyone has a copy, please don't shirk Lin Dujiao. Sun Yulu walked past him, winked at Xiaoqiu, and pushed open the door, "You still have guests here, I'll leave first." ā€

"Walk slowly. Lin Sa turned his sturdy body and pulled Xiaoqiu behind him.

Sun Yulu quickly disappeared into the snowy night.

Lin Sa watched a while, didn't close the door, motioned for Xiaoqiu to sit on the chair, poured him a glass of water, and then stood at the door, pressing the door frame with one hand, and didn't speak for a while.

After Xiaoqiu drank half a glass of water, Lin Sa finally spoke, stricter than usual.

"The Nine Great Dao Sects have already felt a slight chill from the void, and the Left Stream Ying Ti yƬ took the initiative to attack the Demon Cave, although they did not receive much support, but the Grandmasters still took some measures to prevent the sneak attack of the Demon Seed, one of which was that the Great Dao Sect sent each other to teach each other. ā€

"Every Dao system has to learn to study the soul?"

"Understand, to be exact, you don't have to try it. ā€

"I see. Xiaoqiu breathed a sigh of relief.

"This kind of thing will be more and more frequent in the future, this is a good thing, it's just ......" Lin Sa frowned slightly, looked at the snowflakes outside the door, and said, "Some Dao systems should be more restricted." ā€

"Do they really draw aura from their souls?" Xiao Qiu drank the rest of the water in one gulp, without the smiling woman, he felt much more comfortable, and Lin Dujiao often laughed, but he gave people the impression of being easy-going and free, rather than hiding unspeakable secrets.

"Hmm. Lin Sa's eyes showed a hint of disgust, and he turned his head to look at Xiao Qiu, "The cultivation method of Chaojing Mountain is relatively unique, you need to understand it, but you don't need to cover it too much." The premise of the nine great avenues is mutual respect, and there is also mutual vigilance. ā€

Probably thinking that he was overtalking, Lin Sa laughed twice, "Anyway, Ranjing Mountain is trustworthy, if you are in the land of demons, it is still very useful to have a disciple of the Lantern Candle Department by your side, they can not only clear unreliable souls, but they are all beautiful women...... Well, what are you looking for me?"

Speaking of cultivation, Xiao Qiu became serious, "I've had some strange feelings lately. ā€

Although he often comforted Guan Jinwu not to worry, Xiaoqiu himself actually had a knot in his heart, Grandmaster Ning Qiwei and several Dujiao all predicted that he would go through the Mud Pill Palace Heavenly Tribulation again, but two years later, he still only had 'Wuwei Tianmu', which was not like a good sign.

"Tell me. Lin Sa seemed interested.

Xiaoqiu pointed to his head, "When I think about it, it always seems that something suddenly beats inside, just once, and it may not come again later." ā€

"Which part exactly?"

Xiaoqiu recalled how she felt at the time, "There was a deep, deep place in my head, and when that thing was beating, the whole person seemed to be affected, and it would interrupt my thoughts. ā€

"How long. ā€

"Five or six days. ā€

Lin Sa looked at Xiaoqiu and was silent in thought.

"Is this a precursor to the Mud Pill Palace's Heavenly Tribulation?" Xiao Qiu asked expectantly, the Mud Pill Palace was located a few inches between the two eyebrows, which was where the beating feeling came from.

"You'll have some special sensations before the apocalypse, but not the strange beats. Lin Sa raised his right arm, as if he wanted to touch the top of Xiaoqiu's head, and then gave up after hesitation, even if the disciple himself was willing, as a Dujiao, he couldn't casually enter the other party's mind, that required the consent of at least one seat.

"I don't think it's a big problem. Lin Sa comforted, "I will ask for instructions from the seat, I will do a comprehensive test for you in a few days, and the second heavenly tribulation should also arrive, even if you don't get it, it's okay, Tianmu and everything is a minutiae, you can still condense into a pill in the future, only the inner pill is the most important." As long as you have cleared up Sanda, it doesn't matter if you can't find the ancestral inheritance. ā€

"Really?"

"Of course, otherwise, wouldn't the other disciples of the Eight Great Dao Sects suffer? Most of them could only think about the Patriarch once, and they didn't even have a second chance. ā€

Xiaoqiu's heart was a little relieved, "Thank you Lin Dujiao, I won't bother you." ā€

"Wait. Lin Sa stopped his disciple and handed him a small candle three inches high, "This is the Pure Heart Hundred Night Candle, if you have a hunch that there is going to be a beating sensation in your head again, light it in advance and see what happens." ā€

"The Hundred Night Candle is very valuable, right?" Xiao Qiu had just finished listening to Sun Yulu's lecture and probably understood the value of the magic weapon.

"Haha, this is just a small section, it's not that valuable, and when you enter the Forbidden Secret Sect, you will know, the real cost starts from the condensation of Qi into the Dan, without the support of the Dao system, it is almost impossible to move an inch. Lin Sa thought about it for a while, and couldn't help but sigh, "The cultivation career is the surface, but in fact, it is very luxurious, I am the fourth-class dining Xia realm, and the magic weapons I get and the pills I use are at least worth ......."

Xiaoqiu had already left, and Lin Sa was still in the room calculating how many gold spirits he had used up to practice so far, and the more he calculated, the more ashamed he became.

The snow on the last day of the year will fall until midnight, but Yangshen Peak is only slightly cooler, Xiaoqiu has no sleep, and decides to go to the Half Moon Forest to practice boxing and think, just to try the effect of the Hundred Night Candle of the Pure Heart.

The strange beating in his head worries him, and Xiaoqiu hopes to figure out the reason as much as possible.

I didn't expect that there were people in the snowy night in the half-moon forest, which is usually inaccessible.

"Is I really fine? Two years, two whole years, I still haven't been able to open my eyes, oh my God, what will my father think when he finds out? Maybe I'll be sent to the utility center, and my father will definitely never recognize me as a daughter again. ā€

"The more anxious you are, the more it will affect your cultivation, so calm down and take it one step at a time. ā€

Xiao Qiu walked through the bushes and asked in surprise, "Why are you two here?"

"Ahh

"Of course, it's not my territory. Xiao Qiu walked up to the two of them and saw that there were a lot of snow particles on their heads, "Why don't you practice in the house?"

Xiao Qingtao blushed and whispered in frustration: "Fangfang wants to chant to help me remember, the house is too small, so I came here." ā€

"Can you chant scriptures?" Xiao Qiu was taken aback, although there was a person who taught chanting every morning, but he hadn't heard a word clearly for two years, and he was not interested in this subject at all.

This is also the attitude of most disciples towards the chanting subject: it is indeed useful, but they do not want to learn it.

"After listening to it for two years, I learned a little bit. Fangfang has also grown up very quickly in the past two years, tall, about the same size as Xiaoqiu, usually calm and silent, but around the most familiar people, there is always a smile on her face, "But I don't have Neidan, so the effect is average." ā€

Xiao Qingtao is still as short as two years ago, and her voice is still soft and sweet, "The effect is good, I think it's better than Wu Dujiao." "Wu Dujiao is a Taoist priest of the Honglu family, and he talks endlessly about how to refine the golden spirit, but his chanting skills are really poor.

"I'm going to join in too!" Xiaoqiu said excitedly, walking over to a boulder and using her sleeve to sweep away the snow from it.

"Okay. Fang Fang pursed her lips and smiled, "If I make a mistake, you are not allowed to complain." ā€

The two of them promised in unison, sitting on either side of the boulder, trying to enter a state of doubt.

Fang Fang walked back and forth in front of the boulder, chanting the scriptures, at first her voice was low and slow, her words were too clear, and she seemed not very confident, and before long, her tone was as low as that of the capitalists, and the words were connected to each other, like the chirping of insects that make people fall asleep in summer.

The effect was surprisingly good, and Xiaoqiu soon began to think about it, and she didn't even have time to praise it.

I don't know how long it took, and with a slight jump, it was like throwing a very small stone in a thousand-year-old pool, and the ripples could spread to the entire surface of the water.

Xiao Qiu opened his eyes, took a deep breath of fresh and cool air, and looked up, the crescent moon in the air seemed to have only moved a short distance, indicating that he had not been thinking for long.

Fangfang was still chanting, seeing Xiaoqiu open her eyes, showing a puzzled look, she raised her hand and pointed to the nearby woods, signaling to talk there, Xiaoqiu lightly jumped to the ground and walked into the woodland, and did not stop until she could not hear the sound of chanting.

Fang Fang came over after a while, and asked a little nervously, "What's the matter?"

Xiaoqiu didn't take the experience just now seriously, "It's nothing, my mind jumped, I just looked for Lin Dujiao, and he said that the problem is not big, and he will check it for me in two days." ā€

"That's good. Fangfang was relieved.

"That Sun Du taught ......"

"That Sun Du taught ......"

The two looked at each other and smiled, Xiao Qiu briefly told me what happened in Lin Sa's house just now, "She seems to want me to switch to Chaojing Mountain, how is this possible?"

Fang Fang remembered other things, "This is the third time that a disciple of Ranjing Mountain has come to Raise God Peak, I always thought that Granny Feng would give it to us...... Piggyback on a letter. ā€

Xiao Qiu suddenly had a thought, "Granny Feng lived in seclusion in Yelin Town back then, was it to collect souls?"

"Yelin Town is a small place, and there are not many dead people all year round, and Granny Feng is definitely not for this. Alas, I hope to see her again in the future. A smile appeared on Fangfang's face, "I still remember the first time I saw Granny Feng, when I was only five years old, I fell at the door of the school, Granny Feng happened to pass by, helped me up, coaxed me for a while, and gave me a piece of candy. After that, every time she entered the town, she would stop at the entrance of the school for a while to bring me something to eat, but she never entered the school, but the central people called me out......"

Xiao Qingtao's frightened cry came from afar: "Fangfang, Brother Xiaoqiu, where have you been, don't leave me alone." ā€

"Here's to you. Xiaoqiu took out a small porcelain bottle and stuffed it into Fangfang's hand, turned around and left.

Shen Hao hoped that Xiaoqiu would help Fangfang, but what he didn't know was that Xiaoqiu had given half of the five sections of green wood balm he got to Fangfang two years ago, and he never stopped.

Back at his house, Xiao Qiu took out a small piece of Pure Heart Hundred Night Candle that Lin Dujiao gave him, and he wanted to try again to see if there was anything new.

When he was about to put the candle on the table, he was stunned for a moment, there was already a complete candle seven or eight inches long lying there, and the whole body was so black that Xiaoqiu didn't notice it at first.

There is also a piece of paper under the candle, Xiaoqiu picked it up and approached the window to read, the handwriting on it was slightly shiny, but it was very clear: beckoning the gods of the black candle, the wind is like an obscure gift.

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