The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 533 "Strength"

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The boy and the girl looked at each other while holding the finely crafted elixir bottle, and after a long while, they uncorked the bottle, only to see that there was a whole bottle of Bigu elixir inside.

Although the two are young, they are also governors. They blushed and swallowed the bigu pill, and then looked up, but they couldn't see the shadow just now.

"She, who is she?" The girl looked at the middle of an empty road with a dazed expression.

The boy squeezed the pill bottle in his hand, and looked enviously at the direction where the real person left just now: "Maybe he is a kind real person!"

"She's so powerful." The girl stared at the direction where the clear shadow was leaving, opened her mouth, and exclaimed loudly, "I want to be as powerful as her."

"That's easy." Although the boy is not much older than the girl, and he is a child in the eyes of others, he knows a lot of things better than the girl. Once you get to Kunlun, you can be as powerful as her."

"Kunlun?" The girl's big black and white eyes were filled with curiosity instead of fear, and she squeezed her small fists: "Okay, let's go to Kunlun."

Young children are innocent and fearless, but they don't know how much time it will take for them to complete Jiajia's short two-hour journey?

It never occurred to Jia Jia that her unintentional actions made the world have two more sect monks. She just saw the two of them talking, thinking about the unintentional actions she did back then.

After stepping on "Treading the Snow Feather and Flying Birds", people have been walking all over the large and small streets of Yuanyin City in a short time. Everything seems to be as usual. The Jindan monk was respectful and courteous, and presented Yuanyin City's event record book and income account book for several years. Jiajia lowered her head and looked at the two account books nearly one foot thick that were recorded one by one in small script. With a rough scan, trivial matters are recorded one by one.

Wang Jiajia usually thinks that she is patient, but when she sees these two ledgers which are nearly one foot thick, she is still a little dumbfounded.There are many trivial things for no reason, and they are recorded on them for no reason. Jiajia poked her head out, looked at the records on the ledger, and took away two ledgers, thinking: This is probably Zhu Xingyuan and others If you don't know Kunlun, you will know the secrets of the world!But even if these two ledgers were sent to Zhu Xingyuan, it would be a huge project to separate effective information from them, and Jiajia felt a sense of shame in her heart.Jia Jia doesn't know if others can do it, but if she says it, Jia Jia thinks that she probably can't do it herself!
After collecting the two ledgers, she asked about some recent events. When it comes to analyzing things, Jia Jia is not good at it, but what she is good at is asking questions, using all five senses, observing and feeling the words of a monk who speaks. There was nothing wrong with the facial expression, demeanor and manner, so Jia Jia pinched out a special communication paper crane,
There is a strange stone in this world called Miniature Streamer.As the name suggests, it is to miniaturize everything seen in front of it on a square-inch miniature streamer stone. There is only one way to unravel the objects reflected by the miniature streamer stone, and that is to use a piece that was originally matched with the miniature streamer stone. The accompanying child stone is engraved on it, and then it can be miniaturized and enlarged, and finally the thing above the miniature streamer can be seen.Due to the special nature of the miniature streamer stone, it is no surprise that it has become the most important thing between the monks.

She made another piece of miniature streamer stone given by Zhu Xingyuan, and reflected the ledgers on both sides of her hand page by page. The ledgers were nearly one foot thick. It was exhausting enough to turn it down, but it was finally finished when the sun was about to set, and added a sentence "Everything is as usual in Yuanyin City!" at the end, and then the sound was transmitted to Zhu Xingyuan thousands of miles away, Tie the miniature streamer stone to the foot of the communication paper crane, and the paper crane whistled lightly, circled the streamer, and spread its wings away.

Declining the courtesy of Yuan Yincheng's monks to stay overnight, Jia Jia turned around and left.

As night falls, the sky is full of stars, with flying swords on your feet, skirts flying, looking up into the distance, you can only feel that the night is falling.This situation finally made Jia Jia understand what it means to "pick stars with hands".

The boundless night sky makes people unable to tell the distance between the night sky and people. If you stretch out your hand, the sky full of stars is within reach.The ancients said "the stars can be plucked by hand", and today she finally realized it personally.

Jiajia took a deep breath, and the Wufeng sword under her feet flashed with light, speeding up the speed of the spiritual energy, and it flew across the sky far away, but in the eyes of others, that person and sword shot across the sky like a shooting star. Less than Jinghong and Lve Ying.

The stream of light is flying under the feet, and the cool night breeze is blowing in. Jiajia spreads her sleeves and travels on the road, and the first stop has already been revealed.

Walking and stopping along the way, the sky and the night sky are as bright as a mirror. Since the beginning of her cultivation, although there are times when she travels freely, most of the time, she is busy wandering about cultivation, martial arts and other common affairs.

This walking took several years, Jia Jia looked at the green silk and bamboo slips in her hand, and saw that the land of China in her palm, more than half of the location indicated by cinnabar had been circled.

Traveling to China in the past few years, we can see the big cities in Kunlun, the land of China: there are big cities like Dingcheng in Ming Dynasty, crowded with cars and horses, crowded with people, and unparalleled in prosperity, and there are also small cities like Yuanyin City that serve as traffic fortresses. Small towns; more are small towns with mountains and rivers that are silent and unknown, but have their own characteristics.

In Kunlun, there are snow-covered small towns with towering plateaus and snow-covered middle-aged people. There are also small towns with picturesque mountains and rivers that are like spring all year round and fragrant flowers everywhere.

Jiajia has been traveling around for the past few years, and she thought that if her cultivation was not stagnant, it would be a slow progress.Thinking about having both the fish and the bear's paw, Jia Jia is not greedy and knows that she can only choose one of the two.She is not that kind of fearless hero, self-sacrificing hero, she has her own considerations before doing things, and she is willing to take on the task. She is not aware of how much Kunlun gives to others, but it is enough for her.Since she was able to cultivate to Yuanying at a young age, her lifespan still has a very long way to go for her at present, so Jiajia had already made preparations for slow progress in her cultivation.

However, maybe it is really a great love from the heavens, but for some reason, the speed of her spiritual energy absorption has not slowed down in the past few years.Jiajia pondered for many years, and finally understood Zhu Xingyuan's words: "It's always bad for monks to live in one corner. You can only know the vastness of China when you look at the world." With a broad mind and a transparent spiritual platform, it is naturally unusual.

After running around half of China, she started her schedule again on this day, heading to a city called Hongyue.The city is sunny and rainy in four seasons, the rain is delicate like a pretty girl, the wind blows willows, the mountains are far away and the water is close, everything seems to be separated by a thin layer of water mist in the slightly humid atmosphere of this Red Moon City , beautiful and passionate.

Flying over the city wall paved with blue bricks, Jia Jia volleyed into the city, looked up at the sky, the setting sun was already on the side, Jia Jia took a rough look at the Red Moon City, and then went straight to the stronghold of the Red Moon City here.

Hongyue City is neither a bustling city nor a traffic fortress. It lacks aura, but it is full of beautiful scenery like flowers.For most monks: How can the beauty of flowers be as good as the spiritual energy?Therefore, since Red Moon City was first given this name 5 years ago, things have been few and peaceful.

Those stationed in Red Moon City, apart from a Golden Core cultivator whose spiritual veins were damaged and unable to advance for life, there are only a few foundation-building cultivators and Qi-training cultivators.

Standing in this seemingly inconspicuous house, but carrying the source of Kunlun's core secrets, Jia Jia gently knocked on the door.

After a while, there was a voice from behind the door: "Who is it?"

Jiajia stood with her hands behind her back, pursed her lips and said softly, "Visitor from Kunlun."

Although the voice was soft, she was urged to every corner of the house by her spiritual power.

A moment later, the door opened with a "creak" sound, and walking out was a middle-aged male cultivator in his forties, but seeing his pale face, he looked like a wounded cultivator, Jia Jia's eyes Inadvertently, she glanced over him: "Golden core cultivation base, I think this is the person in charge of Red Moon City!"
"Kunlun Lian Jiajia." Jiajia arched her hands and took out a secret order from her sleeve. The monk took two steps back, bent down, and saluted: "Zhang Feng, the stay-at-home monk in Hongyue City, has heard of the real person's name. please."

Jiajia's eyes flickered slightly, and she felt that this movement was very familiar, but after thinking about it, she had never seen this monk named Zhang Feng before, so she gave it up for now.

The monk turned around and led the way, just now he was straight, Jia Jia didn't notice it, but now he turned his head, but saw his right foot slightly limping, limping forward.For some reason, Jiajia had a strange feeling in her heart that he had a bit of "strength".

As soon as this thought came out, even she was taken aback. She just used something that can only be understood but not expressed in words, such as strength of character.

Turning her mind, suppressing what she was thinking, Jiajia raised her head, and with a ray of consciousness, she quietly wandered around this ordinary house.The yard is not big, but it has everything you need: a small artificially excavated lake, stone bridges, corridors, and exquisitely carved pavilions. The flowers and plants in the yard are well arranged. The offering is about the size of a long joint, verdant, vast and upright, and it is really the best raised among the green bamboos Jia Jia has ever seen.

Occasionally, three or two monks who poked their heads out of curiosity to inquire about Jia Jia stuck out their tongues while Zhang Feng's expressionless gaze scanned, and immediately retracted their heads.

Walking to the main courtyard in front, Zhang Feng pushed the door and pointed to the well-arranged houses: "The real person lives here for now! Record books and ledgers, Zhang Feng will send them tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he bowed again, turned around and retreated.

(End of this chapter)