The hard training in the mountains was endlessly enjoyable. Time flew by, and four or five years passed in the blink of an eye. On this morning, Lin Xuan was sitting cross-legged in the cave, meditating, when suddenly his expression changed and he suddenly opened his eyes.
He stood up and walked out as if outside.
Outside the cave, white mist lingers, and many exotic flowers and plants grow, giving people the feeling of being in a fairyland on earth.
The yin energy here is extremely strong, which is exactly where poisonous flowers and poisonous weeds like to grow.
And anything that is highly poisonous has a very gorgeous appearance.
Originally, Lin Xuan wanted to open another medicinal garden, but he didn't know that the soil outside the cave was the most fertile, so he planted it here.
Anyway, the Corpse Qi Swamp is a rare and quiet place, with few outsiders intruding, and with the surrounding prohibition and protection, Lin Xuan is not afraid that these rare poisons will wither away for no reason.
As soon as the sleeves and robes were flicked, the white mist surged, as if the two sides spread out, revealing a passage.
Then a red light flashed, and a bright ball of fire flew in from the outside. Lin Xuan raised his left hand slightly, and it fell into the palm of his hand as if he was psychic.
This is a transmission note, but it is secretly made.
The so-called secret system, as the name suggests, is far from being comparable to ordinary transmission notes.
Ordinary monks can't afford it at all, because this kind of consumable that can only be used once is worth thousands of crystal stones, even comparable to an upper-level spiritual weapon.
Usually only those big sect forces or old monsters with profound cultivation will use one or two at certain critical moments.
Compared with ordinary transmission notes, it has two characteristics. One is that it can fly far and fast and can span tens of thousands of miles. The second is that it is secretive and is not easy to be discovered and destroyed. It can ensure that the message is transmitted safely and securely. Spread the word.
Lin Xuan had only seen this kind of thing in ancient classical books. As for Youzhou, it had long been lost.
At this moment, looking at the bright fire in the palm of his hand, Lin Xuan showed a trace of doubt on his face. Although he came to Qixing Island Yunhai not long ago, he did not have any close comrades, and his whereabouts were very hidden. , who would make great efforts to send the secret transmission talisman to the corpse swamp?
"Master, could it be that something happened to the Ning family?" A crisp voice passed into the ears, as did the fragrant breeze, and Yue'er had already arrived beside her.
The little girl had just finished practicing and felt something strange outside. Lin Xuan didn't hide anything from her. When chatting on weekdays, he only talked about subduing the Ning family monks. Girls should be more careful. As soon as I thought about it, I thought of this.
Lin Xuan nodded. As his horizons broadened, Yue'er became more and more able to help him.
As she looked away with an approving look, Lin Xuan sank his consciousness into the firelight. After a moment, he raised his head, but the expression on his face showed no joy or anger.
"Master, how are you?" Yue'er said anxiously.
"As you expected, a big change has indeed occurred in the Ning family." Lin Xuan said calmly.
"Oh?" Yue'er rolled her eyes and showed a smile that was both angry and happy: "What exactly is it, young master, tell me quickly, is it beneficial to us?"
"You damn girl, you only think about letting others fight each other for your own benefit." Lin Xuan laughed and cursed.
"Haha, as the ancients said, those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. This little maid has not learned everything from the young master." Yue'er smiled, raised her head and held her chest out.
It was early in the morning, and the sun was rising. The bright sunshine broke through the clouds and spread a little bit of warmth to the earth. The surrounding grass was like grass, and the strange flowers were colorful. The girl was dressed in white overnight, standing among the flowers, and she looked even more beautiful. Jade is like the mysterious goddess from the Nine Heavens who has fallen into the mortal world.
"Young... Young Master, why are you looking at me like this?" Originally, she and Lin Xuan were used to laughing and quarreling, but at this moment, she suddenly found Lin Xuan looking at her. Yue'er was both ashamed and happy, with a snow-white pretty face. Above, two red clouds soared, like beautiful jade, indescribably beautiful.
Then...I could clearly hear the sound of Lin Xuan swallowing saliva.
"Master..." Yue'er's cheeks turned redder, and Lin Xuan came to his senses. He temporarily suppressed the emotions in his heart. Now is not the time when the flowers are in front of the moon and the moon is under the moon. Although the moon is beautiful, it can be seen but cannot be touched.
She will have a new body only after she successfully condenses her Nascent Soul!
Cough, cough... I thought too far. With the depth of Lin Xuan's city, he couldn't help but blush. He quickly restrained his charming emotions and said, "You are right. This time the Ning family has undergone a big change. It is indeed a great opportunity for us.”
"Oh?" Seeing that the young master returned to the topic, a ray of disappointment flashed in Yue'er's eyes. However, the little girl was not ignorant of the importance. As the saying goes, the future is long, so she also cut her hair and sorted out her thoughts: "Then what is going on? You Talk about it."
"Actually, it's nothing. The eldest elder of the Ning family passed away." Lin Xuan said with a grin.
Of course, the great elder he was talking about did not refer to the corpse demon. That monster was the previous ancestor of the Ning family, and the one who died now was the current head of the family.
"How is it possible? The dignified head of the Ning family is at least a monk in the late stage of Ningdan. Didn't the young master say last time that he was only over three hundred years old? How could it be that his life span has expired?" Yue'er's eyes were full of confusion: "Unless he is in He died while fighting with others, but it is impossible. I heard that the Ning family is the largest force among the many ghost cultivators in the Yinling Plains. Could it be that the one who took action was some old monster from the Nascent Soul stage?"
After Yue'er analyzed this, her expression became a little solemn. The reason why she knew so much about the Ning family's affairs was because Lin Xuan went out to inquire about the news during a certain training break.
As the saying goes, know yourself and the enemy and you can fight a hundred battles without danger. Lin Xuan has always been meticulous in doing things, leaving no flaws.
"Okay, don't make random guesses. Things are not as complicated as you think." Lin Xuan joked with a smile as he watched the little girl think hard.
"It's disgusting. Master, why don't you tell me now? You're deliberately trying to show off your feelings and let people use their brains." Yue'er pursed her lips and said.
"That's for your own good." Then Lin Xuan stopped laughing and slowly told what happened: "Actually, the thing is very simple. The head of the Ning family was not near his end of life, nor did he die from a foreign enemy. His hand, but he fell because he went crazy."
"Uh..." Yue'er was stunned for a moment, and a strange expression flashed across her face. She was so clever that she was misled by her cleverness. She tried to think of some weird conspiracies, but she forgot that for a cultivator, the biggest problem is to go wrong while practicing. Killer.
Looking at the sects and families, including the casual cultivators of course, there are countless people who die every year due to improper cultivation, or whose cultivation is completely destroyed, which is not much less than those who die in fighting!
Not to mention anything else, when he was in Youzhou, he had a fire accident. If the young master had not gone through all kinds of hardships, ventured to the Ghost Canyon, killed the thousand-year-old ghost king, and used his inner elixir to heal his wounds, he would have been no longer in this world.
Thinking of this, Yue'er raised her head and glanced at Lin Xuan, her eyes full of tenderness.