No wind and rain or sunshine

Looking back, I have always been bleak and gone back, there is no wind, rain or sunshine.

Looking back on all the past, I can only sigh one or two more times, and the past cannot be pursued.

As for the moment, no matter what the reason for accepting disciples, she has always been at will, and she will accept them as soon as she wants to. All the other reasons are just reasons.

Ling Chu raised his eyes and looked at the old house that had been repaired after the fire and later became a ghost house, abandoned for decades. He gently touched the withered vines on the flower stand with his fingertips. In just a moment, the withered and wrinkled vines were bathed in sweet rain, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading from Ling Chu's fingertips.

In the breath, the vine has regained its vitality. The dark green and green vines sway gently in the wind, and the vital green instantly swept away the desolate atmosphere of this old house for many years.

Li Xianxian was diligently wiping the window frame. When he looked up, he saw the withered vines from silence to vitality, with green eyes all over his eyes. His eyes were suddenly widened, and his pair of phoenix eyes that were still a little round, suddenly shining like a cat.

Within one day today, he really witnessed many real immortal methods.

Disguise methods, flying in the sky and hiding in the earth, dead trees meet spring

Li Xianxian thought that if he saw those so-called monks in the future, such as oil pans and ghost fire, it would be simply not enough for him.

Ling Chu naturally saw the curiosity of his eldest disciple, but she did not plan to teach the other party now, and then try to cultivate his mind for two years.

I remember that she spent that year too.

What's more, in her opinion, before a monk truly practices, there are many things he needs to learn, such as the art of sacredness, the distribution of realm, the method of sensing, and the tempering of his mind.

Especially, Li Xianxian's physique is still so fatal.

Speaking of which, Ling Chu himself has a fatal special physique, but thanks to the strange seedling in the dantian, he is still safe and sound, but his eldest disciple has no such strange thing.

As soon as I approached the other party, I immediately realized something was wrong.

Fortunately, because of my special physique, I have also studied some methods on how to cover up my special physique, and my research on special physiques is considered profound.

For example, Li Xianxian's pure yang body has a fire-attribute spiritual root. She knows a method that is most suitable for him to practice.

Unfortunately, this method is staying in the sect’s Sutra Pavilion.

After two years, Li Xianxian has almost laid a foundation and has covered her physical constitution. She can throw it into the sect and continue to travel around the world by herself.

Lingchu thought very well.

There are actually many ways to cover up your body. The easiest thing is to find some strange things and wear them on your body. You can naturally cover up your body.

A pure yang body like Li Xianxian can find a strange object with heavy yin energy and wear it. You can also slightly block your physical constitution, or find a strange object like Nine Yang Beads to absorb special yang energy in the body and cover up your physical constitution.

However, the method of Lingchuhui should be more concealed. Using the human body as a formation to block the exposed special yang energy can also be used to cover up the body.

From cleaning during the day to midnight, Li Xianxian cleaned up the courtyard and at least he could live in it.

Lingchu did not live in the main room, but lived in the east wing room, and naturally the west wing was Li Xianxian.

Ling Chu also had to prepare special materials for drawing the formation. She didn't have a rest when she returned to the room. She didn't need to rest or light a candle. The monk could still see clearly in the darkness.

As a result, when the moon was in the middle of the sky, Ling Chu moved his ears slightly and heard a slight sound of opening the door from the courtyard, followed by a rustling sound.

The spiritual consciousness swept over, and Ling Chu suddenly laughed.

In the west wing, Li Xianxian was not asleep. She was covering her stomach, her eyes widened, staring at the top of the bed, then suddenly sat up, hesitated for a while, and opened the door and went to the kitchen.

But after arriving at the kitchen, the little boy suddenly became stunned when he looked at the empty kitchen.

There is no firewood, no rice and flour, or even pots and bowls, and there is only one water tank. The water tank can still be mined by myself all morning.

Looking at everything strange in front of me, the boy who had been tired for a day and had just experienced the palace transformation suddenly felt a strong sense of powerlessness surged into his heart.

After leaving the familiar palace, he seemed to be able to do nothing.

"Why do you want to sigh?"

A sound suddenly sounded behind him. The young man who was immersed in self-doubt was suddenly startled, but he quickly reacted, turned around and bowed to Ling Chu, and said respectfully, "Master, did you wake you up?"

Ling Chu did not explain to him that he did not need sleep at all, but his eyes fell on the young man's shriveled belly, where he was singing an empty city plan.

Li Xianxian, who had never been hungry, suddenly turned red when she heard her stomach rumbling. She looked at Ling Chu with embarrassment and stuttered a little when she spoke, "Master Master, my stomach is always yelling, I can't control it."

She had never seen her hungry and could control her to stop calling.

Ling Chu laughed silently.

My great disciple is really a pampered person.

However, I was tired for a day today, but I never called a word of pain, which was pretty good.

"I am not considerate enough. The monk has reached a certain level and can fast. I am used to it, but I forgot that you are still a mortal."

She was neglecting this. As for the hungry person, she left the palace in a hurry, except for the clothes on her body, and felt that she was kind to him. Seeing Lingchu didn't mention eating, she was afraid that even if she was hungry, she would not ask for money to eat.

He is unexpectedly stubborn.

Ling Chu raised his eyebrows and waved, "There is not even a table in this room. Go to the yard. I have some food here."

Li Xianxian was a prince who had been the prince. She was shy and embarrassed and went quickly, and her face regained a calm look. Although she was puzzled where the food was mentioned by the master, she still obediently followed her under the flower stand.

Immediately afterwards, Li Xianxian saw the master wave his sleeves gently, and several dishes appeared on the empty table as if he was magical.

There are vegetables, soup and rice.

There is even a plate of fruit.

As soon as he lowered his head, Ling Chu met a pair of bright eyes, and the radiance flowing in it was as bright as the stars in the sky.

In a trance, Ling Chu seemed to see himself decades ago, when he saw Uncle He for the first time performing his magic.

Smile and sit down first, "Eat, these are all spiritual foods. For you, eating some is also good."

Eating spiritual food can allow the body to adapt to spiritual power in advance, and can also nourish the body and meridians. It is very good for monks and mortals.

Li Xianxian sat down obediently. Although he was very hungry and the food in front of him was very fragrant, he did not start eating immediately. Instead, he looked at Lingchu. Lingchu was slightly stunned and understood the reason. The child was well educated and was waiting for the elders to get the chopsticks first.

After sucking the chopsticks, Li Xianxian picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and started to eat with grace and gentle movements.

As soon as he got in, Li Xianxian widened his eyes again, and the inexplicable melancholy in his heart had long been in this amazing meal, in this cool night breeze, under the stars, dissipating without a trace.

He can eat bitterness, but he can learn it.

As long as people live, they have hope.

Ling Chu's life experience has been solved halfway, at least my father understood it, and it has come to an end. My mother has not yet reached that plot point, so I can spoil it a little bit. The seedlings in Ling Chu's body are from my mother.
Chapter completed!