Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

"Lingbao?"

Ji Lingyu murmured.

After a while, he shook his head again and said solemnly: "Since the Seventh Young Master is so heroic, he will definitely not let the fairy down. Even if he does his best, he will help fellow Taoist to win this trial spot!"

Xiaoyaomeng mocked at this time: "You have to be careful. Don't think that with this clone and this kind of divine light, you won't take other big sects' geniuses seriously. As far as I know, there are quite a few of our Xiaoyao Sword Sect." Senior brothers and sisters are here, and they all have all kinds of powerful sword techniques, but it’s not like your little divine light can break a cup.”

She stared at Ji Lingyu closely again, with a rare look of seriousness and concern on her face: "You know that in the battlefield, life and death are determined by fate, and no one will intervene to save you."

Ji Lingyu laughed: "As a casual cultivator, I never dare to expect that any senior will care about me, let alone reach out to save me."

The Seventh Young Master seemed to be deep in thought at this time, and suddenly the magic formula in his slender jade hands changed. His eyes were slightly closed into a line, and then opened slightly after a while.

"The little girl had a premonition for Fellow Daoist Ji. Fellow Daoist Ji is not in danger of life."

Ji Lingyu didn't seem to hear it. He just stared at the neutral face of the young man in white in front of him, seeming to be thinking about something.

When Xiaoyaomeng saw Ji Lingyu looking like this, she was furious.

He said loudly: "Ji Lingyu, Sister Feng is dressed as a young master now. If you stare at me like this, is it possible that you are as good as Long Yang?"

The Seventh Young Master's cheeks were slightly red at this moment, and she pulled Xiaoyaomeng's arm next to her.

"Sister Xiaoyao, what are you talking about? Long Yang... This is what a girl can say."

Xiaoyaomeng was still furious at this time.

"What did he see, I can't tell? This lecher, I can't wait to..."

Ji Lingyu came back to his senses at this time and said with an embarrassed look: "I was distracted just now. I didn't have any rude thoughts towards the Seventh Young Master. Fairy Xiaoyao misunderstood."

"You just clearly were..."

At this time, the Seventh Young Master covered Xiaoyaomeng's mouth as he was about to say something else.

Her expression became even more unnatural, and she quickly said: "Since Daoist Ji is not thinking, the little girl and sister Xiaoyao will leave first!"

After speaking, without waiting for Ji Lingyu to respond, his slender right hand continued to cover Xiaoyaomeng to prevent her from talking. His left hand was around her waist, and his round and flawless chin held Xiaoyaomeng's head up, hugging her like a child. I left the Tianzihao room in this inn.

Only Xiaoyaomeng's intermittent whining from his throat was left! Woo! Woo! Voices.

Ji Lingyu was indeed lost in thought, not because of Long Yang's kindness, but because he remembered Yuexi's white bamboo hat and reed hat, white veil, white gauze gloves, and snow-white long skirt that swept the floor.

"It seems that the more a woman hides her face, the more men become curious and want to see what kind of peerless beauty and divine grace she is..."

"This Seventh Young Master is also quite mysterious. One moment he is dressed as a male or female, quite androgynous, and the next moment he is Feng Xiwu, the princess of the imperial dynasty. But why can't he be wary and vigilant?"

"Could it be that I am really a lustful person as Xiaoyao Meng said, and my lust has made me crazy?"

Ji Lingyu suddenly woke up when he thought of this.

"No, there is no way I am defenseless, but this woman has a natural affinity that makes people unwary. This may be a kind of skill, or more likely it is brought about by nature."

"That's right! Before she left, she said she had a premonition and that her life was not in danger during the competition. Is this a form of prophecy?"

This is the Taoist sect's rather secret technique of observing qi, predicting fortune, and performing divination.

It's extremely elusive. Anyway, Ji Lingyu only heard about it in the market, and he doesn't know how true or false it is, but it's not difficult to verify it, so he can see what happened in the duel at that time.

He shook his head and threw these random thoughts out of his mind.

Returning to the inner room, soon the young man in red robe was sitting on the bed again, closing his eyes, adjusting his breath and meditating.

……

Spring passes and autumn comes, and more than half a year flies by.

During this period, Ji Lingyu recovered bit by bit from the injuries he sustained during the previous practice of Nirvana Clone, and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

Now that I have not built the foundation of the golden elixir in my body, I cannot damage the original power of the golden elixir at all, lest I regret it in the future.

On this day, he closed his eyes and meditated. It was still some time before the grand event in Zhongdu, and he could take advantage of this free time to learn about everything in the imperial city.

Although according to Mrs. Xiaoyao, things that improve the realm of the golden elixir are extremely scarce, and refining high-grade Peiyuan elixirs for advancement seems to be slow now.

But there are other high-level auxiliary elixirs that you can try to refine. These can all be matured using spiritual objects from the land of psychic jade rules. Whether you use them yourself or exchange them for what you need, you are now the elixir maker. This is the only thing the teacher can do.

Although there is a fourth-level protective formation, you can go to big stores to check out high-level spiritual talismans and high-power consumables in the Golden Core stage to be prepared.

And since it is necessary to participate in the competition between Jindan Tianjiao monks, then all the major sects need to have a good understanding...

But at this moment, I felt that the spirit beast bag was abnormal.

His heart moved and his eyes opened.

With a slap on the spirit beast bag on his waist, a figure of blood-red flames flew out.

Ji Lingyu looked around and couldn't help being surprised.

The blood-red flame bird in front of him was covered in blood-red flames everywhere, including its claws and beak.

The three long blood-red tail feathers on the tail are quite sharp and frightening, and seem to contain huge power.

The figure is still only about ten feet tall, and a pair of naturally stretched wings are twenty or thirty feet long, almost filling the entire inner room of the inn.

At this time, it was staring at the young man in red robe in front of it for a long time, and was quite surprised to see the young man in red robe staring at it.

The red bird's beak wrapped in blood-red flames moved slightly, but it made a clear and light girl's voice.

"Master, you've seen enough."

Ji Lingyu's expression changed, and his sharp eyes suddenly widened.

"You can actually speak. Can Jiuyou Ninghuang's fifth-level strength be able to speak human language?"

"Master, I was able to speak human speech when I was born! It's just that I can speak now with the strength of human golden elixir."

Ji Lingyu asked curiously: "Then what's your strength now? The newly grown tail feathers look quite sharp. What other magical powers do you have?"

"Master, you'd better give me a name first, I can't just call it Flame Bird!"

Ji Lingyu frowned when he heard this, and encountered the rather troublesome problem of naming again.

He thought for a moment, then suddenly he had an idea and smiled: "What do you want to be called?"

The flame bird also lowered its head and was silent for a moment, then raised its head and said, "The master asked me to choose my own name. What should I call it?"

Ji Lingyu looked so relaxed when he saw it looking so cute and cute, and laughed out loud.

"Let you choose your own name, and you come and ask me, the master? You have to think about it carefully. If it doesn't sound good, I will let you continue to think about it..."

"Then let's call him Ling'er!"

Ji Lingyu shook his head: "No, no, the master already has Ling'er, a psychic treasure and jade soul!"

"Isn't it good to have one more of me? From now on I will call myself Ling'er!"