Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 642
Lele looked at him nervously, and asked after seeing him withdraw his hand, "How is it?"

Liu Qinghuan patted the head of the little girl with wide-eyed eyes soothingly, and after a long moment of contemplation, she said, "Does Xiaoxiao get seriously ill every time she practices?"

Lele sighed: "How do you know?"

"Is it true that the more you are in a place with rich aura, the worse your health will be?"

Lele opened her mouth wide in surprise, which let Liu Qinghuan know that she guessed right.

"Ling Ai's yin and yang collaterals are unobstructed, flowing up and down like a spring, yin and yang intersecting like a ring without reason, passing through the Yufu ditch, and strangely passing through the Youfu lake, without any obstruction, it should be a natural spirit. But when the spiritual energy passes through the meridians and enters the dantian, it feels like falling into an abyss, dissipating and disappearing, and there is nothing left. So there is nothing wrong with her meridians, it should be..."

Lele didn't know how many times she had probed her daughter's body, and it was clearer than what Liu Qinghuan said, but she couldn't find the crux of the matter, and asked anxiously, "What should it be?"

Liu Qinghuan said calmly, "The problem should be her spiritual roots."

"Spiritual root?" Lele said: "Although Xiaoxiao's spiritual root is the three spiritual roots of gold, earth, and fire, it is not a good talent, but it is not too bad to gather energy. Could it be... because of the spiritual root The reason why the distribution is too complicated?"

Liu Qinghuan performed a formula, and the smiling dantian appeared in front of the two of them, like a piece of dry and cracked land, on which the three spiritual roots of gold, earth, and fire were kneaded and mixed together, and it was like a piece of paper Painted drawing paper.

"As you said, even if the distribution of spiritual roots is very mixed, it is still not enough to gather Qi. Many people with four spiritual roots and five spiritual roots are even more complicated than this. As long as they practice patiently, they can still achieve it. .”

"That is how the matter?"

Liu Qinghuan reached into the storage space, found a tattered scroll in the corner where there were many classics and jade slips, and handed it to Lele: "This is an ancient book that I accidentally discovered when I was living in another world. It records Some strange and rare spiritual roots. The changes of spiritual roots are actually infinite. In addition to our common five-element spiritual roots and various mutant spiritual roots, there are many unknown spiritual roots with different characteristics in this world."

Lele opened the scroll, looked at it for a long time and said embarrassedly: "This, what is the text on it..."

Only then did Liu Qinghuan realize that the scroll was obtained from the Nether Mountain Battlefield, it was passed down from a certain interface, and it also used the language of that realm.Lele had never left Yunmengze, so he couldn't understand it.

He had no choice but to pick it up again and directly stated his findings: "It discusses the various changes of the spiritual root, many of which are just conjectures and have not been confirmed, but I think Xiaoxiao's spiritual root may fit two of the conjectures .”

Lele was both surprised and puzzled: "Two kinds?"

"Yes." Liu Qinghuan pointed to the abnormal appearance of the spiritual root revealed by Xiaoxiao: "Look, fire and earth are mixed, fire gives birth to earth, and the light begins to appear; and earth and gold layer up, and the earth gives birth to gold, and the shadow gradually reveals. Light and shadow, light Darkness and darkness are two opposite extremes, so although Xiaoxiao has the three spiritual roots of gold, earth, and fire, it is extremely rare to become a different root that is incompatible like water and fire. This is probably because she is obviously born with a spiritual root body, but unable to gather energy at the root."

"Ah!" Lele was stunned.

"And..." Liu Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, glanced at the frail little girl with some reluctance, and said through voice transmission: "The spirit root has restrained itself to this point, the more spiritual energy it absorbs, the more it will damage her body, and in the end ...I'm afraid it will interfere with Shouyuan."

Lele closed her eyes fiercely, suppressed all the pain in her eyes, then held her hands slightly trembling and smiled: "Then, is there a solution?"

"Or, find a place where spiritual energy is scarce, and don't touch spiritual things for the rest of your life." Liu Qinghuan said: "Xiaoxiao is a natural spiritual body, which will automatically absorb the free spiritual energy around her, so even if she doesn't practice now, her body is getting worse and worse. Poor. Either..."

"Or what?"

Liu Qinghuan pondered: "Either, find a kind of cultivation method that is suitable for this kind of spiritual root. There are many strange people in this world, and there are countless cultivation methods for cultivating immortals. I remember that someone once created water and fire to suppress the spiritual root cultivation method. You may be able to find one that is suitable for Xiaoxiao's practice."

Although this possibility is extremely low, if Lele is not given a little hope, he is afraid that she will not be able to bear the blow and fall into despair.

Lele was silent for a long while, then forced a smile and said, "I see. Liu Qinghuan, thank you!"

Liu Qinghuan sighed secretly, after searching for a long time, she couldn't find anything that could be given to the little girl as a gift.As a monk, the most important thing is aura, and everything naturally has aura.For Xiaoxiao now, the aura is like the poison that quenches thirst by drinking doves.

Finally, he took out a jade bottle: "This is a kind of spiritual grass juice that can temporarily seal the meridian. An emergency."

He also instructed: "The meridians should not be sealed constantly, otherwise the qi and blood will be difficult to flow, and it will be damaged instead, so use it sparingly. Just a little bit each time, not too much, otherwise Xiaoxiao will not be able to bear it."

Lele picked it up, and smiled to salute him.

Liu Qinghuan quickly helped her up: "You and I met when we were young, so you don't have to be like this. You have to be good, I think... Senior Penghua and Brother Yan both hope that you will be happy all your life. If you have difficulties in the future, go to Wenshi Send them to me, and I will help to keep an eye out to see if I can find a suitable exercise."

Lele nodded with tears in her eyes, and said with a smile: "I'm not being polite to you, so I won't say thank you anymore, lest I say too much."

She turned her head and looked at the maple leaves on the mountain outside the window with some regret: "When you are old, you know that young people are precious, but young people don't know what it is like to be sad. The fresh clothes are angry, the horses are angry, the spring wind is rushing, and the flames and flowers are endless. I occasionally think back to that year with you, Together with my senior brother, I went to Qiyun Temple to explore the ancient sites, how unrestrained it is, who would have thought that I would go through so many sufferings, wars, and partings later, and would not be as happy as ordinary people for decades."

Liu Qinghuan also recalled the days when he was just exiled in Xiaofeng Continent, and he felt emotional in his heart, and comforted him: "A cultivator's life is a long search, hundreds of thousands of years are trials, and he has experienced more than ordinary people. You must not be discouraged because of this." .Besides, although ordinary people have a short life, they have to go through all kinds of joys and sorrows, birth, old age, sickness and death. In the end, they are still not at ease. At least we still have the hope of the great way.”

Lele turned her head, with Ming Yan's smile on her face: "Well, you're right, I can't argue with you cultivators. You'd better go back and see Senior Ming Yangzi after such a long delay. "

Liu Qinghuan stood up, and said worriedly: "Senior Penghua has passed away, your current situation..."

Lele rolled her eyes: "Anyway, I'm still a Nascent Soul cultivator. Will someone come to bully our mother and daughter? Besides, I have a senior brother and a senior sister, and my father also has many friends."

Liu Qing said with a smile: "I was overthinking it, and I still thought you were the big devil who caused trouble everywhere in the past."

Lele glared angrily, hugged her daughter and sent him to the place where the teleportation circle was: "I have already ordered someone, you can just teleport it when the time comes. I will visit after I arrange things here." Senior Ming Yangzi."

Liu Qinghuan nodded to show that she understood, and waved her hand: "Go back, the aura fluctuates greatly when the magic circle is activated, it's not good for Xiaoxiao."

Lele gave him a solemn blessing before leaving with her daughter.

Liu Qinghuan stood for a while, then glanced at the picturesque beauty of Qingqiu Valley, turned around and walked into the main hall, and saw the transcontinental teleportation circle connected to Yunmengze.

Feeling turbulent in his heart, he settled down and stepped into the magic circle step by step.

A blazing white light flashed, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already arrived at Nine Nights City. Seeing the familiar clothes, Liu Qinghuan's eyes were slightly wet.

Yunmengze, whom he misses so much, finally set foot on this land again!

He left the city without stopping for a moment, and flew all the way to the Wenshi Mountains. When he came back to his senses, the strange peaks and wonders in front of the Wenshi School were just like when he left, and the nine towering peaks were also Standing there forever.

"This teacher, uncle, you, you are..."

Liu Qinghuan lowered his head, and saw two disciples guarding the mountain looking at him hesitantly: "Huh?"

One of the young disciples with quick eyes quickly bowed and saluted, and said cautiously: "Uncle, the two juniors have never seen you before, please show your sect token."

Liu Qinghuan didn't correct them that they should actually call him Master Uncle, but just handed out the identity jade slip, and sighed secretly that he had been away for too long, and the new disciples didn't know him anymore.

"What year did you start?"

"Returning to Master Uncle, I started 20 years ago, and now I am a disciple of Mo Xiefeng."

The other also replied: "I have to be a little later, I started 16 years ago, and I was assigned to Zhulinshan."

He couldn't hide his curiosity and said: "Uncle Shi, you are traveling and you just came back?"

Liu Qinghuan nodded casually, and asked, "Who is the mountain master now?"

The little disciple said a name, but he didn't remember who it was, took the identity jade slip that the other party respectfully sent back, and asked, "How is Elder Ming Yangzi's injury?"

"It's not good." The little disciple frowned, "I heard from my seniors that the elder Ming Yangzi's time is approaching, so he didn't want to live in the back mountain, so he moved back to our Zhulin Mountain."

Liu Qinghuan paused, turned around, and flew quickly towards Zhulin Mountain.

When he landed in front of a courtyard hidden among green bamboos on the top of Zhulin Mountain, he knocked on the door with trembling fingers.

Soon, the door opened, and Ji Yue poked his head out.

"Second Senior Brother!"

"Junior brother!" Ji Yue's eyes were wide open, after a few steps, he stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder, then let go and took a serious look: "Junior brother, you came back so quickly, I thought you were going to use it." It will take years to come back."

Liu Qinghuan said eagerly: "Where is Master, Master now..."

At this moment, an old voice came from inside the door: "Yue'er, is Qing Huan back? I seem to have heard Qing Huan's voice?"

Liu Qinghuan hurriedly entered the door, and saw Ming Yangzi tremblingly trying to stand up from the chair placed under the eaves. She didn't know whether it was because of excitement or weakness, but failed several times.

Seeing Ming Yangzi like this, Liu Qinghuan felt sore and unbearable, rushed over to hold those old-fashioned hands, and put her knees on the ground: "Master, the unworthy disciple is back!"

(End of this chapter)