"What do you think the fog-like things you feel at night are?" Xu Guangling asked.
What is it?
dew?
fog?
still……
After listening to his words, Xu Tonghui thought unconsciously, and then suddenly, his body shook. It was a real shock, and many hairs on his arms exploded. Obviously, the owner of the arm was in extreme shock.
In horror.
"Master, spiritual energy! Could it be that...those, those are spiritual energy?"
Xu Tonghui's heart was filled with turmoil.
Then after being extremely shocked, his brain immediately started to work:
"Master, is this place where we are camping a spiritual place?"
"Master, you asked me to lift that big stone slab yesterday. Did you already feel that there is spiritual energy here, which is different from other places?"
Man, you're overthinking this.
Moreover, there is spiritual energy in other places, but you can’t feel it.
The aura index of the entire Qingshui City is at 1.2, which is far beyond the average level in the previous life, and it is said that this place is not even a remnant of Da'iao Mountain.
"Master, how about we camp here for a few more days?" Xu Tonghui said a little cautiously.
Xu Guangling shook his head and said, "What do you think of my painting?"
Hearing this, Xu Tonghui's body was shocked again.
If it was about spiritual places, he could still imagine it, because many elders in the family could talk about ancient times, not only the head of the family, but even his grandfather could talk about it.
And there are often such legends in stories.
It is said that a certain monk was traveling around the world. One day, he suddenly looked up at the floating clouds, laughed loudly, pointed at a certain floating cloud in the distance and said: "Looking at this cloud, there are mountains, rivers, and ever-changing states. Good luck.
Covered by clouds, it will surely be a blessed land waiting for me to find it.”
The blessed land is also the spiritual land.
Then when I searched, I found a spiritual land.
As a result, the family has fallen leaves and branches. From the human level to the earth level, from the earth level to the heaven level, high-level cultivators who surpass cows, horses, and alpacas emerge one after another.
Xu Tonghui has grown up listening to stories like this!
Does he yearn for the spiritual land?
Out of a hundred children who grew up listening to such stories, ten thousand will yearn for it!
So before, under the instructions of the young master, he guessed that this place might be a spiritual place, and he was so excited and ecstatic that he couldn't stop looking forward to it.
But he had no idea about that painting.
Even in the story, there is no such thing, not even anything similar!
Therefore, Xu Tonghui has no room for imagination.
"Uncle Xu, pack your things and let's get ready to leave," Xu Guangling said.
"Master!" Xu Tonghui shouted a little anxiously.
"Huh?" Xu Guangling glanced at him lightly.
"It's okay, I'll take care of it right now!"
Xu Tonghui stopped talking and packed everything up as quickly as possible. He repacked the felt tent and everything into a big package and carried it on his back, "Master, let's go."
From Qingshui City to Jiuqu City, it is about three hundred miles.
According to their pace, it would take about three days or four days.
If it were Xu Tonghui himself and he didn't bring any luggage, with his Qi-condensing strength close to Dacheng, and if he traveled day and night with some mornings and some late nights, it would only be enough for one day.
【.】
In the evening of the next day, we camped as we did yesterday.
After the meal, Xu Tonghui looked at the painting as he did yesterday, not necessarily without some expectations in his heart.
And when he woke up again in the middle of the night, his heart was beating wildly.
After sitting in the felt canopy for a long time, he managed to suppress his thoughts and random thoughts. He came to the official road near the felt canopy and sat down again just like yesterday.
Then, it didn't seem to be affected in any way, and it came as expected!
The next morning, after waking up, Xu Tonghui found that his cultivation had improved a step further, and it was a very obvious step!
If it weren't for his lack of understanding of the Tongmai Realm, Xu Tonghui would be a little doubtful. Has he truly achieved greatness in condensing energy at this moment? Is he really close to that "point"?
but.
Still the same thing.
How is this possible?
No matter how impossible it is, it actually happened.
Xu Tonghui's mind was finally freed from yesterday's shock, ecstasy, disbelief and other emotions, and he was able to think effectively.
Today, where they are stationed today, is it still a spiritual place?
This is impossible!
This is completely impossible!
If yesterday, Xu Tonghui had some vague doubts about the place where they camped, then after another night of experience, he no longer had even the slightest doubt.
No matter where we camped today or where we camped yesterday, it’s all...
Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely right, it cannot be a spiritual land!
Actually this is what it is!
If there is a spiritual land next to the official road, how could those big shots not notice it?
Yesterday, he was bewitched by Netherworld, and it was also the young master who misled him.
Thinking of this, Xu Tonghui stood up suddenly.
Master!
That painting!
Apart from that, there is no other reason!
There is no spirit! There is no spirit! There is no spirit!
It is absolutely impossible that he suddenly realized something. If he had such great ability, would he still be able to wait until today?
so!
Apart from the young master, there is no other possible second reason!
I don’t know how the young master did it. This is really shocking, but no matter what, the reason lies with the young master.
And the young master must also know!
Xu Guangling returned to a small river not far away. When he put the towel in the felt tent, Xu Tonghui followed him in and knelt down in front of him.
"Uncle Xu, what are you doing?" Xu Guangling sat back on the floor.
"Master!" Xu Tonghui said without raising his head, "Master, I know everything!"
"Oh, what did you know?"
"It's you who made me stronger!"
"How did I improve your lift?"
I don't know!
Xu Tonghui felt aggrieved, and he finally raised his head, "Master, it's that painting, the painting you painted!"
Xu Guangling looked at him, looked at him intently for a few breaths, then smiled slightly and said: "It has nothing to do with the painting, it's me. Uncle Xu, if I say that I was born with great luck, you
Believe it or not?"
letter!
Now, he believes whatever the young master says!
Believe it or not!
However, Xu Tonghui has never heard of luck or anything like that. Is it similar to luck? I don’t know what the young master means.
Therefore, at this moment, Xu Tonghui was confused and confused, but this did not prevent him from expressing: "Believe! Master, I believe! You are the son of fate! Master, what is the son of fate?"
Yes, you need to find a good partner to pretend to be 13, but the level of this partner is still a bit too low.
"The son of luck is..."
"If I say flowers bloom, they will bloom."
Following his line of sight, Xu Tonghui subconsciously turned his head.
There is a small grass at the door of their tent.
And at this moment, in Xu Tonghui's eyes, the branches and leaves of the grass were swaying gently without any wind.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four breaths, five breaths.
While Xu Tonghui held his breath unconsciously, about five normal breaths later, a small, inconspicuous white flower bloomed in the center of the grass.