Counterattack Xiaoxian

Shamans have troubles as shamans, and Ji Lingchu also has his own troubles. He was disturbed by Dog Saint's words. In fact, no one would be happy about this. There are two great gods hidden in his body, just like two time bombs. , I don’t know when it will break out.

After getting along with each other for so many days, he found that although the dog saint was moody and had a bad temper, he could still communicate with him, but the meat lump was different. He was fierce and stubborn. Once he woke up, it was hard to say whether he would suck himself into dried meat. .

But there was nothing he could do. It was better to die than to live. He couldn't just use a knife to dig it out of his body, right?

It's too late to say anything now. As the Dog Saint said, everyone has signed a contract. It's fun to get money for a while, but later on, it's crematorium... Oh, it's too late to regret it!

Ji Lingchu thought that instead of regretting, it would be better to strengthen himself. There might be an opportunity in front of him. As long as he could cultivate spiritual power, he might be able to compete with it.

He made up his mind and frequently asked Master Sang for advice on cultivation problems, and began to practice "Grabbing Yuan" hard for many days in a row, even more diligently than during the college entrance examination.

But the result was still disappointing. This ethereal spiritual power was like playing hide-and-seek with him. It was always just a little bit out of reach when I stretched out my hand, and it felt like it was just out of reach.

Ji Lingchu thought that it was not an option to continue like this, so he took the Mountain Boar King back to Yao Shrine to find Huazang to play with. Seeing that he was still very busy with the big sacrifice, he stayed there by himself and returned to his former leisure days. Don’t think about cultivation at all.

One night, he went for a walk in the back mountain as usual, and suddenly heard the sound of a clear flute. He was surprised and followed the sound.

The sound of the flute is quiet at first, as if there is no one in the empty valley, the clouds are moving unintentionally, and no one knows whether the flowers are blooming or failing.

As you get closer, the sound gradually becomes clearer and clearer, as if someone is walking through the spring dawn, his eyes full and full.

There are continuous and overlapping sounds, as if they are empty or illusory, one person is hesitant and confused, and the other person is obsessed with endless passion and thick... Gradually, the trickling springs gather into a gurgling stream, flowing into a lake, with two mandarin ducks parked in it. On the water's surface, we neck to neck singing, lingering and lingering...

Finally, he saw the flute player, but it was a saint.

She was sitting on a hilltop, with a cold expression, while the flute was sobbing, hovering over the bamboo forest, and wisps of amber moonlight fell softly on her face, cutting out a broken shadow.

Ji Lingchu's mouth opened wide as the image of the first time he saw this woman appeared in his mind. Her bravery and fierceness were obviously very different from now.

In a trance, the sound of the flute became sad and resentful again, sometimes low, sometimes curling up, like weeping, like complaining, seeming to be involved, and still difficult to let go...

He didn't understand a woman's thoughts, but he still vaguely heard two different emotions, and was actually touched by them, making him sigh.

At this moment, the saint was alarmed, and two sharp eyes immediately shot over. When she saw it was him, her face turned several times, and after a long time she asked: "Why are you wandering around all day if you are not helping Master Sang?"

It seems that she is still very concerned about my whereabouts. I call it self-cultivation, but even if you tell me, you won’t understand.

Although he thought so, he couldn't say this, otherwise it would ruin the atmosphere, so he asked: "Is the saint's injury better?"

The saint paused and said, "It's no longer a serious problem. The Green Spirit Armor Talisman is very important to the Scarlet Spider Department at the moment. I hope you will pay more attention."

"I know it's not easy for you to deal with the beacon army and the beasts at the same time. I will definitely help you with this."

The saint looked at him in surprise and said, "If one day the Red Spider Tribe and the Chong Feng Army clash, who will you help?"

"The Chongfeng army is powerful, so naturally I am on your side."

"This is the first time I've seen someone like you, and I'm a little doubtful whether you are a talisman or not."

Ji Lingchu blurted out: "Mengmeng, you saved me. I won't agree to anyone who wants to hurt you!"

This was definitely beyond the Saint's expectation. Her cheeks instantly turned red, showing a rare hint of shyness. She widened her eyes and said fiercely: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm asking you something serious."

"I'm telling the truth," Ji Lingchu murmured in a low voice. After thinking about it, he said seriously again: "Actually, I'll help anyone who has a point. But I guess my ability won't be of much use to anyone. I'll listen to my heart. s arrangement."

"Okay, I hope you will remember what you said today." The saint was silent for a moment, then stood up and jumped into the dark forest, leaving only one sentence: "Don't call me by my name in the future."

Back in the main hall, everyone else was asleep. Ji Lingchu looked at the quiet night and suddenly felt the desire to practice. He walked up to the statue of God Yao and murmured: "God Yao, please protect me. What I say will be poured out." Don’t embarrass me with the water that comes out.”

He immediately lay down on his side and began to perform the exercises. Soon he lost himself in it and immersed himself in it. After that, everything was done easily. He introduced "Tian Yuan" into his body, repeated it for three weeks, and smashed it with one punch...

When the work was completed, he was about to get up, but something went wrong. He found that he could not move, his body seemed to be petrified, and no sound could come out of his mouth.

Done! This surprise was not a trivial matter. Ji Lingchu thought that he had really gone crazy this time. It seemed that I couldn't brag, and the Goddess Yao would punish me.

He was secretly worried and had no choice but to pin his last hope on the Dog Saint.

But the Dog Saint is not having a good time either. He is currently lying in his lair - Tanzhong Cave, being suppressed by a mysterious force. His eyebrows are drooping and his eyes are droopy, and he has no temper at all.

The purple mist rose again in the air sea, and the flesh ball moved, trying to sweep it all away... However, red blood suddenly appeared between Ji Lingchu's eyebrows, and the mysterious power immediately joined the fight.

The two forces are equal, one is clinging to it, and the other is determined to win. They remain in a stalemate for a few breaths, and each rolls up half of it and leaves.

The flesh ball trembled extremely fast, as if dissatisfied. After a moment, it finally returned to silence.

The other half of the purple mist was sent into the Mingmen acupoint by the mysterious power. When it encountered Wu Qingkong's remaining sword intention, it turned into a blue feather, fluttering and unable to escape.

The mysterious force has little interest in Ziwu, and this seems to be purely to prevent the meat ball from becoming too powerful.

Ji Lingchu felt a chill penetrate his body and hurriedly got up from the ground. He was confused and had no idea what was going on. After a little exercise, he suddenly became happy. He was aware of the existence of spiritual power for the first time. It felt so mysterious that it was indescribable.

This was really an unexpected surprise. He tried to use his mind to mobilize this spiritual power, but it couldn't be adjusted. He tried it for half a night, and the same thing happened.

He was not discouraged and understood that this was not a day's work and required practice. At the same time, the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. He went back to his room to sleep as happily as if he had eaten ginseng fruit.