The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

"Raising a sword pill? How difficult is this!"

　　Ning Wantang's face turned from cloudy to clear, and she shouted: "As long as you help me take care of Dumb, I will help you make a few sword-raising pills!"

　　 Liang Yan originally wanted to ask the Valley Master of the Evil Doctor Valley to help him refine alchemy, but just now saw that the little girl's alchemy technique had already entered the room, so he hit her on her.

It's just that he didn't expect Ning Wantang to promise so easily. Seeing the happy look on her face, Liang Yan couldn't help but secretly said: "It seems that this little niezi who has not been involved in the world has deep roots in the wooden-headed dumb brother. Planted."

　　 Liang Yan himself was originally a teenager under the age of twenty, but the experience of the past ten years has been too bizarre, but some teenagers have matured prematurely. He looked at Ning Wantang in front of him, and couldn't help but a little curiosity about that dumb, and asked:

　　 "Miss Ning, what is the origin of this dumb brother? I don't think he looks like a person in the valley of evil doctors, right?"

　　 Ning Wantang sighed softly after hearing this: "Dai was rescued by my grandfather from the tomb of the dead. This is a long story..."

　　 She raised her head and glanced, seeing Liang Yanzheng looking very interested, she opened the chattering box and continued:

"That day, my grandfather and I returned from a trip, and the disciples who happened to hit the tomb of the dead escorted a group of low-level monks back to the mountain. My grandfather hated the tomb of the dead, so he immediately dispatched the disciples and removed those who were arrested. The monks were released."

"Although these Qi refiners are all casual cultivators, most of them have their own cave mansion. After thanking my grandfather, they left. Only Ah Du... I don't know who I am, where I am from, and where I am going. My body is scarred and blood is flowing. I can't bear it, so I begged Grandpa to take him back to the valley."

Liang Yan was slightly surprised when he heard this. Wen Tao from the Tomb of the Dead arbitrarily arrested low-level Qi-refining cultivators to serve as the tomb owner's blood food. He also knew about it, but he didn't expect the Valley Master of the Evil Doctor Valley to take action. Intervention.

　　 "It seems that although the Evil Doctor Valley and the Tomb of the Dead are demarcated and cured on Changning Mountain, they are not as peaceful as the outside world thinks."

Thinking of this, he suddenly worried about the tomb of the dead. He couldn't help but ask Ning Wantang: "Miss Ning, I don’t know what to say. Actually, I didn’t deal with the tomb of the dead. I even provoke some people in its sect. The disaster, will it be implicated in the Evil Doctor Valley?"

　　 His remarks meant to test Ning Wantang, but when he saw Ning Wantang wave his small hand, he said disdainfully:

"Don't worry about it at all. Even if you know that you are with us, the Tomb of the Dead will never dare to reach out. To be honest, if it were not for our two factions to have an agreement before, how could my grandfather tolerate the smoky atmosphere of the Tomb of the Dead? Is the sect a neighbor? It has already levelled his mountain gate!"

　　 Liang Yan's eyelids twitched, and she said that this little nizi had a big tone.

　　 But that’s okay, now I have lost my spiritual power, and I have no magical powers. If Evil Doctor Valley is really not afraid of the tomb of the dead, then I will be safer hiding here.

　　 Thinking of this, he was in a good mood, got up and gave a hand to Ning Wantang, took care of Dumb in full, and left.

　　 helped Ning Wantang practice the pill for almost half a day, and when Liang Yan returned to his room along the original route, it was already night. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a young man in a black shirt leaning against the door blankly, staring down at his palm, showing a thoughtful look.

　　 "Dumb, what are you thinking about?" Liang Yan said amusedly as he looked at his dumb expression.

　　 Duan seemed to hear his call, raised his head blankly, and glanced at Liang Yan, but his eyes were muddled, and he couldn't see any self-consciousness at all.

　　 Liang Yan didn't expect him to answer, but when he thought that his batch of sword-raising pills could land on this person, he couldn't help but secretly pleased his heart, and even looked at Ah-Dai a lot.

He went back to his bed in the west end and sat cross-legged, took out the embryonic relic in his arms, and gently put it into his storage bag, leaning against the "six dusts birth and death lamp". In one place.

　　 I saw the flame on the "Six Dust Birth and Death Lamp" immediately swaying, as if he had discovered an enemy he hadn't seen for a long time, and he was a little excited. And the black evil fire in the embryonic form of the relic was a little light and dark, and a trace of black energy could be seen faintly escaping, being burned out by the lights next to it.

　　 "There is a play!"

Liang Yan observed in secret for a while, and felt that what the nine spirits of the ape said was true. This Buddhist magic weapon does have the power to drive away evil fire, but the effect is not strong. It may take some time to completely purify the rudimentary relic. Up.

Although he was curious in his heart, he wanted to carefully observe the reaction of the "six dusts birth and death lamp", but now he has lost all his spiritual energy, and he cannot take out this Buddhist magic weapon. He can only tie the mouth of the bag and pin it on his waist. Leave it alone.

"I only hope that the nine spirits of the ape will believe in words. If I help him get rid of the evil fire on the rudiment of the relic, he can also invite the valley master to heal me and help me restore my magical powers... "

　　 Liang Yan sighed softly in his heart, and stopped thinking about it. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed, silently urging the method of mixed exercises.

　　He still has a trace of illusion, hoping to recover his spiritual power with his own practice, but no matter how hard he works, the pubic area is always empty, not even a trace of spiritual power has been born. Over time, even Liang Yan himself developed a trace of frustration.

Although he has already stepped into the foundation of his cultivation ~www.ltnovel.com~, he has lost his spiritual power at this moment, and he cannot recover his spirits by meditation and recuperation. After a long time, he has a lot of fatigue, just leaning on the bedside. Went to sleep.

　　 The next morning, the "Bamboo Butterfly" came to report and lead the way, but no old ape came to watch.

　　 Liang Yan got up and went out, followed Zhudie to the alchemy room to help Ning Wantang make alchemy, and fell asleep when he came back at night. Just like that, day and night alternate, five or six days passed in an instant, and the days were peaceful and comfortable.

　　 That night, Liang Yan came back from Ning Wantang’s pill room, leaning on his bedside, a little swayed, and suddenly he had an idea in his mind, thinking of his "Tao Jian Jing"!

　　 The Dao Sword Scripture is an extremely superior technique. Although I have formulas in my hand, I have never understood it through many practices before. In Liang Yan's eyes, the spiritual power operation method recorded above is simply unbelievable and impossible.

"In the final analysis, the Taoist Sword Scripture belongs to the Taoist Sword Art. Although the sword can be cultivated in the same vein, regardless of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and demons. There must be a difference. Because of the relationship between Tianjizhu, I am also a Buddhist and Confucian Spiritual power, will this affect the cultivation of Dao Sword Scripture?"

"I can't recover my spiritual power now. It may not be an opportunity to help me understand the magic arts in the Taoist Sword Sutra. If I can develop a trace of spiritual power, then I don't have to rely on others, but can rely on myself. His efforts have slowly recovered his magical powers."

　　 As soon as he thought of this, Liang Yan became excited as if he had discovered the new world, and immediately disappeared from sleep, sitting cross-legged on the bed, muttering words in his mouth, so he couldn't wait to retry the practice of Dao Jian Jing.