Master, please don’t bring Feng Aotian back again!

07. Without spiritual energy, it is really difficult to move forward

The blade swept up.

The sharp edge hidden in the night flashed by.

Flowers fall.

A streak of red blooms.

Wait until the figure falls to the ground.

The man in black raised his arm and swung his knife.

The blood splashed to one side and then returned to the scabbard.

The evening feeling flooded into my eyes.

The man's profile was shown, wearing a dark mask.

"Did you run away?"

The sword tip picked up the lotus blooming on the ground.

The visitor's indifferent expression rarely showed any changes.

He seemed to be quite concerned about his own mistake.

The token dancing in the wind at the waist was engraved with the word "Three".

Exactly his name.

"Lotus, flower fairy? Is she the Saintess of Qingxuan Sect?"

"This thousand-year-old secret realm is actually related to the Eternal Heaven."

"It seems that guy wants to have it both ways."

"In this way, his death is not unjust."

The wind brings blood.

San turned around calmly.

All I saw was the flashing of swords and the shadow of sabers, all of which looked like people hanging their heads and intestines.

The road was covered with scarlet.

And his right hand.

Always carrying a string of heads.

……

north.

The old mountain where Changming is located.

An old man with unsteady breathing and slightly unsteady steps was walking in the woods.

He has a scar on his face that runs through his cheekbone.

It is now wriggling to recover.

In his hand, a scroll that was split into two was dim and dull.

"What a great Chang Ming."

"What a picture of a sword immortal dancing with a sword."

Even though Changming is already in the bag.

But the old man never thought that one day he would have to pay such a huge price.

A crippled sect with not much cultivation.

He was actually able to hurt himself when Luo Yeqing was unable to do anything.

And the culprit was actually just a painting!

Follow the layout.

Those who attacked the mountain should have become the new generation's vital force.

But the character in this picture just cuts his way through with a sword.

All the subsequent arrangements were completely destroyed.

If the old man had not come in person, not even the people on the mountain would have been able to stop the man in white in the painting.

He recognized the silver-haired figure in white.

Just like the guy who shines so brightly in Changshengtian.

But isn’t she just a golden elixir?

How can there be such powerful strength?

And the smell is also very strange.

"Qi Yueying beat her out..."

He had some doubts.

If that person is really the one causing trouble.

This Changming is like a centipede that dies but remains intact.

The mist spread from the soles of his feet and soon floated up to the sky.

The plan finally succeeded.

He would never allow anything to go wrong.

The old man stared at the ground and suddenly stretched out his palm. The mountain began to hum and in an instant, a ruined temple rose from the ground.

……

The moonlight is hurried.

The sun rose as usual the next day.

Lin Li got up early.

The past half month has actually helped him develop the habit of going to bed early and getting up early.

All the complaints from the sect about me coming to class early seemed to have disappeared in an instant.

Now he is the owner of the inn.

So I always go to the nearest market to have a look.

So, Lin Li changed into an ordinary straw hat and raincoat, hung a key of the inn around his waist, locked the door, and walked towards the center of the shouting.

Along the way, he walked quite naturally, turning the keys and humming little tunes, just like the most ordinary innkeeper.

If you see a guy like this in the crowd, no one would even look at him twice.

"Hey, you're here?"

The stall at the outermost edge of the market is a store specializing in chicken-related businesses. In order to recreate the taste of cocktails in his mind, Lin Li often deals with them.

To ordinary people in this world, the process of distillation and purification is still nonsense.

The reason why Lin Li can be so unique is that he relies on his spiritual energy.

As long as it is used properly, what Reiki can create will be beyond imagination.

The reason why such good wine could be brewed in the sect at that time was that Lin Li’s fire-attributed spiritual energy helped him a lot.

Just now...

What Chu Jiangli said about there being no taste of alcohol is actually due to this reason. Distillation is not possible, and the rice wine produced by the current brewing technology will have no taste if you add some fruit juice.

"What do you want to buy? Eggs are cheap today. Do you want some more?"

The proprietress greeted Lin Li warmly.

But Lin Li waved his hand:

"Sister, I'm not buying eggs this time. I want to ask if you have chicks for sale? I want to buy some to raise at home."

"what……"

The proprietress paused for a moment, probably guessing what Lin Li was going to do.

If it were someone else, she would definitely make a big profit.

It’s just that Lin Li has been supporting his business for almost half a month. If he were to ask for money back, it would be too inhumane.

"Isn't winter coming soon? I'll just raise some free-range chickens and make some hot pot during the winter."

Lin Li saw the boss lady's struggle, so he added with a smile.

After receiving this promise, the proprietress immediately smiled.

"Yes, of course I have it. I'll find it for you right away."

The proprietress picked up the basket and ran to the back to work.

Lin Li looked at the proprietress's face full of uncontrollable joy and nodded slightly.

If it weren't for all these cultivation matters, what he would most desire would actually be this kind of neighborly relationship.

There is no intrigue, all thoughts are written on his face, just plain and ordinary.

Ugh.

Just a fantasy.

As time went by, Lin Li felt that the feeling became more profound.

There is no entity, but the sight is like a thorn in the back.

This feeling made Lin Li very uncomfortable.

call……

woohoo...

in daylight.

Heavy breathing drifted into the boy's ears.

For Lin Li.

This sound undoubtedly stands out among the countless shouts.

The boy looked towards the alley not far away.

"Sister, please help me find it first, I'll go buy some other things."

"Oh, okay! Don't leave, I'll find the chicken for you."

Lin Li made a random OK gesture and strode towards the source of the deep breathing.

……

"Yue Ying, are you okay?"

Liuli looked at the knife wound on Huaxian's chest and was so anxious that tears came to her eyes.

The girl leaned against the wall, and the dirty water had already soaked her dress.

Her breathing was extremely heavy and short, which was heartbreaking.

The bloody blade light seeped into her body, draining away her spiritual energy which was far from reaching its peak.

If he hadn't been imprisoned before, that person wouldn't have been able to hurt himself.

But there are not so many ifs in this world.

This is the first time Qi Yueying has been so embarrassed since her debut.

"I'm... okay. I won't die."

Qi Yueying took a deep breath. Although she said so, her condition was not enough to support the flow of spiritual energy again.