Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

"Fellow Daoist Jia, are we going to Liangzhou or returning to Zhongzhou?"

"Go to Liangzhou!"

"Oh!"

Ning Xueer was thoughtful, then opened the car window and looked for a while, and saw the man in white robe still meditating with his eyes closed.

He also leaned against the side of the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

A few days later.

Although Ji Lingyu hid his cultivation, he still felt that something was not right along the way.

Then he started to investigate again with his spiritual consciousness. At this time, with his powerful spiritual consciousness that was no less than that of a monk at the peak of the Golden Core, no movement within a radius of fifty or sixty miles could escape his detection.

But he also knew what the problem was. The group of gray knights did not leave, but followed them closely twenty or thirty miles away, seeming to be planning something.

"A group of mortals, quite courageous."

When Ning Xueer heard what the man in white robe said, she started to investigate.

"Those horse bandits are really in pursuit. If I hadn't been unable to move easily now, I would have killed them one by one."

Ji Lingyu looked at her and asked doubtfully: "How could a group of mortals treat you like this?"

Ning Xueer said angrily: "It's not that guy from Yunfeng. I was traveling in Cangzhou and he plotted against me. Then I fled into this chaotic place. My spiritual power was banned, so I could only pretend As a mortal, those group of horse bandits focused on a weak woman like me."

Ji Lingyu said: "They said in Yinshan Hufang City that you stole their son's treasure."

"Bah! A group of mortals, what treasure is worthy of this girl's covetousness?"

Ji Lingyu's spiritual sense detected that the group of horse bandits had quickly approached from behind and were within a few miles.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly stopped, and Ning Xueer raised the window screen and looked back.

But there was no movement for a while.

At this time, Xuan Hui said in the car in front: "Huikong sent them away."

"Yes! Master."

The young monk had an expressionless face, holding a golden long stick and flying back into the air.

An hour later, Yu Kong turned around with a solemn look on his face, his long golden stick stained with blood.

Xuan Hui asked in the carriage: "But what happened?"

Huikong said: "A hundred miles away, a group of caravans were looted by them, and hundreds of people died. The disciples have beheaded them all, and not a single person escaped."

"Amitabha, karma brings retribution, the injustice is over, let's continue heading west."

Xuanhui sighed and announced the Buddha's name.

"Yes! Master."

Huikong agreed, sat back on the carriage, and the camel carriage headed west again.

Ning Xueer said nothing and closed the gauze curtain. Seeing the man in white robe closing his eyes and meditating again, she couldn't help but feel bored.

"Fellow Daoist Jia is like an ascetic monk. I don't know what sect he came from. Why are you going to Liangzhou?"

Ji Lingyu opened his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Fairy Ning is too curious. You and I just meet by chance, so why should we care? Since we are destined to ride in the same car, it is fate, but that's all."

Ning Xueer pursed her lips, stared at Ji Lingyu and said, "It's really boring. How can Fellow Daoist Jia be as rigid as a piece of wood, compared with those old guys in the sect who are seventy or eighty years old?"

Ji Lingyu ignored her and meditated quietly with his eyes closed, and soon fell into samadhi.

Ning Xueer stared at the man in white robes, quite angry, and cursed silently.

At this time, she sat cross-legged again, hitting magic formulas with both hands, and running the skills, but her brows furrowed and she spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Damn it! You are so domineering, I still don't believe it."

Ning Xueer took out a silk handkerchief with her left hand, wiped the black blood from the corner of her mouth, and said bitterly.

Seeing that the man in white robe next to him didn't even raise his eyes, and seemed not to notice at all, he couldn't help but said angrily: "Is Fellow Daoist Jia so indifferent? Could it be that he is a loner?"

Ji Lingyu's sharp eyes suddenly opened, and a blood-red light flashed in his eyes. He glanced at the girl in white with a cold expression, and a blood-red light flashed in his right hand.

Ning Xueer huddled in the corner of the carriage as if avoiding a snake or a scorpion.

He said shakily: "What do you want to do? Although I have lost all my spiritual power now, I will not just sit back and wait for death."

"Since Fellow Daoist Ning knows his situation, he should be more honest. This person is not a kind person. Fellow Daoist, please do not make mistakes."

Ning Xueer nodded and said, "The little lady made a mistake for a moment, please don't blame Daoist Jia."

Ji Lingyu stopped looking at her, then sat cross-legged and meditated again, with his eyes slightly closed, and made no other movements.

Ning Xueer patted her chest in shock, let out a big breath, turned around, and lay down facing the outside of the car.

At midnight.

Ji Lingyu opened the car window a little. The stars were shining brightly in the Gobi desert, but the biting cold wind came in. He couldn't help but shiver. He was unprepared, but he didn't expect such a biting wind.

I had opened the car window at night some time ago and it didn't feel that cold.

The carriage pulled by the camel still moved forward neither fast nor slowly, but there was no bump in the carriage.

Ning Xueer next to her seemed to be asleep. Ji Lingyu glanced at her and didn't bother to pay attention.

He took out the pornographic book in his arms and started looking at it.

The beginning of the chapter was full of strange words that I couldn't understand, so I scrolled down again, only to see various erotic pictures at the back, in which men and women were in various positions for intercourse.

Ji Lingyu couldn't help but frown and closed the pornographic book.

"Although I have long expected that this Buddhist dual cultivation secret technique called Huanxi Zen will inevitably describe the affairs between men and women, but why does this first layer look like an erotic painting?"

Ji Lingyu couldn't help but think of the past a long time ago. At that time, he was a monk in the late stage of Qi training, and Yanran had just broken through to the middle stage of Qi training.

She was deceived into Honghua Village by a late-stage qi-training monk surnamed Lin, and later he rescued her. It was also at that time that she and Yanran became Taoist companions. At that time, he was lonely and lonely, so he asked her to do it. My own daughter-in-law, she was a little shy, but she still acquiesced.

At that time, a red-clothed young man from Lingdao Red-clothed Sect snatched a book of dual cultivation secrets from his storage bag. Later, he also practiced it with Yanran, but it only had a little effect, and it was still used for women who had not lost their vitality. hour.

Later, Yuexi, Qingxue, and Daiyu all tried this secret cultivation technique, but it didn't have much effect, and the posture was extremely embarrassing. They all resisted, so they stopped forcing it and used this secret technique. Set aside.

"Where is Yanran traveling now? I wonder if she misses big brother."

The man in white robe was stunned as he thought about this, and couldn't help but murmured.

At this time, I heard the girl in white sleeping next to the carriage shivering: "It's so cold!"

Ji Lingyu came back to her senses, turned her head and looked around, and saw Ning Xueer huddled in a ball, trembling all over.

He couldn't help but frown, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it. He thought it was okay. There was only a bed in the carriage without a quilt, but monks were not afraid of the cold, let alone Ji Lingyu, who had a fire element.

"The four veils here have been sealed, and no cold wind has invaded. How could it be so cold? Is it because her Dantian spiritual power is banned and her exercises cannot protect her body?"

The young man in white robe thought about this, but had no other reaction. He put the pornographic book in his hand into his arms, closed his eyes slightly, and paid no attention to anything else.