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Chapter 10 I am not a monk

 Time has passed, and everything seems like yesterday. After more than five years, Li Qiao boarded the family's flying boat again, and it was time for him to go home for a visit.

The scene is similar to that of the past, but the difference is that it is much taller than before, and you can look down from the reserved window of the flying boat without jumping up.

Watching the earth fly by below, thinking that the scene of flying with a sword should be like this, Li Qiao felt a little leisurely and fascinated. But after a brief reverie, he thought that he would rarely have the opportunity to fly with a sword in his life.
If he wants to fly with a sword, he must either have the strength in the foundation building stage, or have a high-quality flying sword in the Qi training stage, but he does not possess either of these.

The current level of cultivation is just as he calculated. It has taken more than a year to successfully absorb the spirit. He practices every day, but he is still far away from the success of warming up the first acupuncture point.

When I was very ignorant about cultivating immortals, I felt that cultivating immortals was wonderful. But when I really understood cultivating immortals, I realized that cultivating immortals was cruel.

The flying boat was a little crowded, but also very quiet, because there were family monks. If it made him unhappy, although he could not be killed on the spot, the other party had the right to prevent him from returning home.

It has been more than five years since I had the opportunity to return home to see my relatives, and it will be ten years before the next time. No mortal family member wants to miss this opportunity, and many people are even careful enough to avoid looking at the family monk.
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Although they are members of the same clan, the status of monks and mortals is very different.

Although there are exercises, there is no one to guide the practice. Li Qiao has many things that he is unclear about in practice. He also thought about taking this opportunity to ask a few questions. After thinking about it again and again, there was no way.

The other party may answer, or may ignore it. If it were at other times, he would have asked. The status of the monks in the family is high, but it is not to the point where the clan members cannot say a word. At most, the other party will not like it.

But he didn't ask in the end because he was worried that his recklessness would cost him the opportunity to return home. He was homesick.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, what does it matter if the other party answered the question? Knowing or not knowing is basically the same to him.

He spent a little effort to choose this position by the window. He was very happy to be able to see the earth under his feet in the sky and see his relatives soon.

Moreover, Li Qiao was also determined not to say anything about the fact that she had received the spirit.

The family is still the same as before, but it is somewhat different. He has a young brother.

"How are you doing in the clan?" After reuniting with his family, Li Jixiu called Li Qiao aside and started a dialogue between father and son.

"I live a good life in the clan. The family takes good care of us mortal children."

"That's good, I feel relieved, but are there any family monks who are close to you?"

"Actually, the family's situation is different now. Now..." Faced with this problem, Li Qiao thought for a while and chose to tell the truth. Although deception is beautiful in a short time, what is false is false in the end.

There was a day when it was revealed.

After hearing Li Qiao's description of the situation in the clan, Li Jixiu was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and said, "Qiao'er, I'm sorry for you."

When I returned home, everything was fine, but it was still a little different from before. Back then, he was the youngest and the most favored in the family. But this time when I came back, I felt that most of my parents' thoughts were on their younger brother, although they were not interested in him.

Also fine.

I couldn't sleep at night and had some random thoughts.

At present, I see that I have no future in cultivation, unless I take this opportunity to leave my family, become a casual cultivator, and fight for my life in the world of immortality.

But he can't. Leaving the family without permission is treason. The family will be implicated, and he can't let go.

As for the idea of ​​taking the whole family for a run, it’s a no-brainer.

If he escapes alone, he has a high chance of dying in a short period of time, let alone taking his own family with him? And he can't take his own family with him. It is estimated that if this idea is mentioned, his father will immediately break his legs.

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He almost knew the result of his cultivation, but Li Qiao did not give up his intention to continue practicing. However, during this time at home, he had no intention of practicing, and the time he could stay at home this time was not long. The two

Just a few months.

The next day Li Jixiu took out a small cloth bag, threw it directly into Li Qiao's hand, and said: "This is for you!"

"What is this?"

"Spiritual stone."

This is a low-grade spiritual stone, which was left by Li Jixiu's ancestors. Originally, he wanted to leave it to his own child who was qualified to cultivate immortality, but because he felt guilty about Li Qiao, after thinking about it, he decided to give it to him.

Lingshi? Li Qiao knew about this, but had never seen it before. He carefully took it out of the bag, looked at it, and then returned it.

"I can't use it."

"It's just a low-grade spiritual stone. It's not an important thing. It's okay to keep it with you as a thought..."

"What if I lose it? It's better to leave it at home!"

"If you lose it, lose it."

One wanted to give it, the other didn't want it, but in the end Li Qiao accepted it because his father Li Jixiu said that his ancestors had left hundreds of spiritual stones, but they were all spent bit by bit by mortal descendants, and this was the last one.
And he is more concerned about how it was spent? Where it was spent?

Through Li Jixiu's explanation, he learned that although Wangxian Town is only a small town, it is at the intersection of several immortal cultivating families, and the immortal cultivators often exchange immortal cultivating resources, so there are several acquisitions and transactions in the town for some basic immortal cultivating families.

Resource store.

As for the ordinary members of the Immortal Cultivation Family, if they have spiritual stones, they can also buy them, such as elixirs that can make them healthy and live a few more years.

After learning about this, Li Qiao found time to come to Wangxian Town a few days later, planning to visit those shops.

I went there and found the store, but I didn’t go in to take a look because the three stores have one thing in common. If you want to go in, you have to pay the entrance fee of a low-grade spiritual stone.

Faced with such a result, Li Qiao did not turn around and leave directly. Instead, he stood in the distance, looked at one of the shops, and then closed his eyes, letting himself remember this feeling of not getting what he asked for, and telling himself in his heart not to do so in the future.

What are you thinking about cultivating immortality?

But he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, so he thought about imagining himself as an immortal cultivator and flying with a sword for the last time.

When he was thinking about it, he felt something strange in front of him. He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful little girl slightly shorter than him, looking at him with big eyes.

Seeing him open his eyes, the little girl asked: "Where is your flying sword? Where is your storage bag?"

Looking at the innocent and serious expression on the other party's face, Li Qiao resisted the urge to turn around and leave, and replied: "I am not a monk."

"If you're not a monk, what were you looking at at the door of this store just now?"

After leaving Wangxian Town, one sentence appeared in Li Qiao's heart: I am not a monk, I am just a mortal.


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