Hearing this ridiculous statement, Yan Ling couldn't help but sneered and asked in disbelief: "Spirit leaves? Can people grow spiritual roots?"

The spiritual root is like a human being, with a common life experience. It is determined by fate, and even monks cannot modify it. If there really is such a thing as a living spirit leaf, the Qing family and his wife would have to pretend to raise her for so many years, just for the sake of her body.

Can the two spiritual roots of ice and fire be used as a medicine guide for Qing Leya?

Yan Ling waved her hand, wanting to hear Nangong Yan tell this ridiculous story to the end, "Then, the city lord's wife brought back the living leaves. Where did they use them?"

Nangong Yan sighed deeply, and there was sadness and regret in Nangong Yan's bright eyes, "It is natural that everyone wants to get such a good thing as the living leaf."

After all, which big family doesn’t have a few descendants with inferior spiritual roots?

No need for Nangong Yan to continue talking, Yan Ling could guess the consequences——

Those monks with bad inner skills in the sect heard that the wife of the city lord had obtained the living soul leaf, so they planned to take it away. How could the wife of the city lord defeat those monks from the sect whose cultivation level was higher than hers? In the end, she died miserably in front of them.

In hand...

"well."

After Yan Ling heard this, he sighed heavily just like Nangong Yan.

This world is like this, the strong get more, and the weak eat the strong.

The story ended here, but a question arose in Nangong Yan's mind, "But why did the city lord's wife find the living leaf? If she didn't go to the living leaf, such a tragedy would not happen later.

Isn't it?"

Yan Ling admitted that what Nangong Yan said had some truth, but she did not agree with this statement:

"The city lord's wife naturally has her own reasons for looking for the living leaves. No matter what, those who snatch things and kill people are the ones who commit the most heinous crimes."

As soon as Yan Ling finished speaking, the voices of Lin Shu and Lu Youyou came from over there——

"We found the inn, come here quickly!"

Yan Ling immediately walked over there with a solemn expression.

Nangong Yan was left alone. He didn't know if he said something wrong, so he scratched the back of his head and followed.

Just like that, the four of them arrived at the inn.

After choosing four high-quality rooms, Lu Youyou shouted that she was hungry and wanted to eat this and that.

The other three people have already eaten grain, and naturally they are not as greedy as Lu Youyou, but it is okay to eat once or twice occasionally to relieve boredom. The waiter who is observant of his words enthusiastically came up to him: "Inside, please, ladies and gentlemen, what would you like to eat?"

Because she didn't bring any coins, she was almost beaten by the owner of the bun shop, so Lu Youyou suddenly didn't dare to speak.

At this time, Nangong Yan stepped forward and took a look at the menu.

There were a variety of dishes on the menu, but Nangong Yan didn't understand any of them. He carelessly put the menu into the waiter's hand and said generously:

“Fried a plate!”

As expected of the grandson of the leader of the Liuli Sect, he must have a lot of spiritual stones in his purse, so he is generous with his money!

Yunzhou City is different from the Qinghe City where Luoyu Village is located. There are many monks in Yunzhou City and mortals without spiritual roots, so the circulation of spiritual stones in this city is quite extensive.

As soon as Nangong Yan said these words, the waiter in the shop was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

"Okay, okay, please come in, four guests." The waiter enthusiastically arranged Yan Ling and the others to a table by the window.

After sitting down, Lu Youyou forgot about the injury on his foot and started chatting with Lin Shuchang. Nangong Yan was bored, leaning on the edge of the window and looking out the window at the scenery of Yunzhou City.

Yan Ling on the side accidentally caught a glimpse of several middle-aged men at the next table discussing something lively——

"You don't know that the daughter of our city lord in Yunzhou City has a strange disease." A man said mysteriously.

"Ah? It's true! Why didn't I know?" another man said suspiciously.

"Of course it's true. The city lord posted a notice in the center of the city. If his daughter is cured, she will receive a thousand taels of gold!" the man said proudly.

"There are so many, oh, I'm so envious. But I'm not a medical practitioner, otherwise I would be the first to recommend myself." Purple Clothes said with regret on his face.

"Guests, your food is here." The waiter diverted Yan Ling's attention.

Yan Ling was about to pick up her chopsticks to eat the food, but suddenly she heard Nangong Yan approach her ear and say:

"Alas, the city lord of Yunzhou City is also a pitiful man. He led the Qinghe City next door to repel waves of demonic cultivators. He should have been full of merits. However, when his wife passed away miserably, his daughter...

Suffering from a strange disease!"

It turns out that Nangong Yan also heard the conversation at the next table.

Yan Ling thought for a moment, didn't reply, and started eating quietly.

After eating, Yan Ling and the others went back to their rooms to rest under the leadership of the waiter.

The journey was so tiring that Yan Ling quickly fell asleep...

…

The surrounding environment became misty, as if in a fairyland.

Yan Ling only felt that her whole body was light and airy, and in the hazy place, she seemed to see Chu Liuli.

At this time, Chu Liuli no longer felt alienated from the previous meeting, but gently took Yan Ling's hand and gently stroked her head.

With those gentle touches, Yan Ling felt a sense of intimacy. Following this, the surrounding fog gradually disappeared, and her vision became clear.

Yan Ling couldn't help but blurted out: "So, are you my mother?"

When Chu Liuli heard this, a smile appeared on her lips, "Silly boy, what happened today? Of course I am your mother! I have always been your mother."

After saying that, Chu Liuli hugged Yan Ling tightly in her arms, as if she was worried that she would run away in the next second.

Yan Ling was very happy in her heart: Great, I have a mother, I am no longer a wild child that no one wants...

Then, Yan Ling never heard her mother Chu Liuli's voice again, and just allowed her to take him back to the Peach Blossom Hall, and said seriously to the people in the hall: "From today on, Yan Ling is my disciple.

"

"He is my only direct disciple."

For a moment, everyone in the hall was talking about it.

Their harsh voices instantly reached Yan Ling’s ears:

"Is she the only one who deserves to be the saint's close disciple?"

"That's right, who is she?"

"A guy who was expelled from the Spirit Sword Sect is not even worthy of carrying my shoes!"

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha."

…

In an instant, sarcasm, sarcasm, and ridicule rushed towards Yan Ling like crazy.

"Okay, shut up! I'm just here to inform you, not to discuss with you." Chu Liuli, who had always been amiable, actually said harshly.

For a moment, everyone in the hall was shocked by Chu Liuli, and the originally noisy hall fell silent.
Chapter completed!