Cultivation card draw NPC

After crossing the beach of the Blood Sea, you will pass the Spirit Sandalwood Forest after a short walk.

Five years ago, he, Gongsun Ying and others came to Xiangmu Village to look for the last of the newly selected disciples, and it was here that he found Xie Lingtan.

This kind of spiritual sandalwood is light and white, but also has a natural fragrance, which is very fragrant, so it is very expensive. The Tianxiang boats driving on the Yunluo Tianhe are all made of this wood.

Jiang Qinfeng is no stranger to this kind of wood. He has a high status in Shangqingjing. The tables, chairs and benches in other courtyards are all made of this kind of wood. In addition to being practical, this high-quality wood can be regarded as a symbol of status. The mundane world is also extremely sought-after and consumes a lot of money.

Xiangmu Village is located in a remote place, isolated from the world, but it does not have to worry about food and drink. It relies on cutting down spirit sandalwood for generations. Even the son of the village chief Xie named it Lingtan to express his respect for the village. This piece of nurturing parental gratitude.

This is the origin of Xie Lingtan's name.

Jiang Qinfeng was walking in the forest alone. He was wearing snow-white clothes, and walking in the dim woods looked like an elegant black and white ink painting.

It's just that time has passed, and the scene I saw has been quite different, which is simply shocking.

The spirit tree was withered, the branches and leaves were withered, and there was no life everywhere. After walking for a long time, there was no living thing, only a few bleak cries of jackdaws were heard occasionally, expressing condolence to the lost fragrance soul.

This devastated appearance is naturally not only caused by mortal felling, but also related to the cultivation of cultivators in the realm of comprehension.

A few years ago, doctors and cultivators developed a prescription to stimulate the growth of spiritual creatures, which can harvest a large amount in a short period of time. I heard that it was out of good intentions, and the original intention was to save the famine in Shangjiang City. They did not expect to be misused by mortals for huge profits.

Jiang Qinfeng stopped and looked around.

Countless white trees stood on the dark gray soil, and there were countless silent white ghosts in a trance.

They can't speak, and they don't shed tears. It's fine if someone cries for them.

"Squeak... squeak..."

An innocent squirrel was dying of hunger and lay down on the ground. Its big, fluffy tail was yellow and dry, and its small brown eyes had lost their luster. It had obviously not eaten for many days.

Jiang Qinfeng squatted down, held it in his arms, took out some dry food from the magic weapon, crushed it and fed it into its mouth, injecting some spiritual energy at the same time.

"squeak……"

The little squirrel blinked, and in his warm embrace, his chest rose and fell again and again, and he finally came back to life.

"feel better now?"

The little guy was lying in his arms, his heart and eyes were full of the young monk's face.

It's so beautiful, like a fairy.

As if it just realized that it had finally escaped from death, it couldn't help stretching out its dirty little claws, hooking the boy's clothes, and leaving dirt scratches with the intention of cuddling.

"it's okay no problem."

Seeing it panicked suddenly, as if worried about getting its clothes dirty and being left behind by itself, Jiang Qinfeng rubbed its little head and comforted it softly.

This sentence is obviously so gentle, but the little squirrel started to cry, it was indeed greatly wronged.

"Woooooooooooo..."

"Clap."

A drop of crystal water hit his black eyelashes, slid from the white forehead all the way to the tall nose bridge, then to the cherry-colored lips, and finally dripped from the soft chin, like a tear.

That wet and cold water mark was like a tear mark, which made his expression more pitiful and helpless.

He unconsciously raised his head, looked up at the gray sky, and stretched out his palm.

It actually rained.

These years, Jiang Qinfeng has been in Shangqing, visited Lingbao, and seen countless gorgeous scenery and spiritual objects, but he never imagined that the fairyland in the clouds is so prosperous, and the human world below is like this.

"People bring the blame on themselves."

He cast a small spell to freeze the squirrel in a hollow hockey puck, but he himself had no intention of sheltering from the rain, leaning against the tree trunk, black and ash rubbed off his snow-white clothes.

The rain was getting heavier, and the impact became more urgent and denser, splashing countless water splashes on the ground, thunder roaring, as if it was close at hand, and occasionally a flash of lightning brightened the scene like a black and white movie.

Jiang Qinfeng's hair and clothes were all wet, his black hair stuck to his fair face, and even his petal-like lips were covered with transparent raindrops.

It seemed, like a little white dog in the rain, waiting for someone to take him home.

Suddenly, the rain stopped.

He looked up.

A white silk umbrella covers his head, shielding him from all wind and rain.

"Why is it raining?"

The purple-haired boy appeared with an umbrella. At this time, he was not wearing Qingjing's white clothes, but black clothes, which were dirt-resistant, vigorous, and neat, and more suitable for him. Spirit sandalwood warm fragrance.

On this cold and heavy rainy day, Xie Lingtan was warm and dry, with purple pupils, dim light and shadow, watching him with concern and worry.

"Why are you so sad?" he asked again.

Xie Lingtan has always been the most patient and temperate person.

Because of his bad luck and bad family background, he was born slow, if he didn't practice hard, he would lose the qualification to walk with Jiang Qinfeng.During the five years in Shangqingjing, he seldom had fun and never slacked off for a moment.

No extra hobbies, no extra mood swings.

He can't waste a little energy on things other than cultivation. If he is not careful, he will be overtaken by others, which means that Jiang Qinfeng will have no place for him.

Those family monks who tried to recruit Xie Lingtan but failed once asked with regret:

Why are you so attached to Jiang Qinfeng's side?

Xie Lingtan himself didn't know.

He practiced too hard, followed too hard, and pretended to be relaxed, so he couldn't even find the energy to explore the reason why he was obsessed with staying with Jiang Qinfeng.

It was only when I looked up that I realized that I was already behind the boy in white——

I've been following you for so long.

But it is such a Xie Lingtan, such a Xie Lingtan who has no answer, but now looks very restless.

It's just because those pupils, which were always moist and bright, are out of focus at this moment, full of confusion, which is so dim that it makes him feel distressed.

Even the itching and pain brought by the growth of dragon horns anytime and anywhere did not make him so uncomfortable.

When the young man's pupils were extinguished, his world lost its brilliance.

Xie Lingtan hesitated for a moment, a rare indulgence in his inner thoughts, and gently stroked the young man's soft cheeks, and he moved the strand of hair covering his lips to his temples and tidied it up.

Jiang Qinfeng was in a trance: "Brother Xie... why are you here?"

Xie Lingtan: "I was going home to visit relatives, and I happened to pass by."

After speaking, he casually threw a warm object into his arms.

"What's this? . . . baked sweet potato?"

After finishing speaking, under the gesture of Xie Lingtan's eyes, Jiang Qinfeng peeled off the kraft paper outside. The sweet potato skin was roasted crispy, and the flesh was golden and sweet. After taking a bite, it was warm and sandy. Just a taste, it felt as if it came alive up.

Xie Lingtan: "Since the forest was destroyed, Xiangmu Village has been renamed Xiangshu Village, and a new job has started. People always have to live."

"how do you know?"

"Well, she told me when she came back."

Saying that, Xie Lingtan took Jiang Qinfeng's hand and wanted to take the rain-drenched young master away.

"Can I let it go?"

Xie Lingtan nodded.

Jiang Qinfeng stuffed the hockey puck with the little squirrel into the skirt of the boy who held the umbrella. He was carrying an ice root, and his body temperature was cold, but Xie Lingtan was warm.

After the ice puck was stuffed in, Xie Lingtan's left chest swelled up, following the little squirrel's movements from time to time, trembling, a little strangely cute.

Xie Lingtan felt the temperature of Jiang Qinfeng's hand, and frowned: "It's so cold."

"I'm sorry Brother Xie, it's so cold that you—"

Jiang Qinfeng was taken aback, Xie Lingtan, who was slightly taller than him, took the initiative to lower his head, and the two sharp and tender black dragon horns were facing him.

Seeing that he didn't understand what he meant, Xie Lingtan stretched out a hand and pulled Jiang Qinfeng's right hand to his warm neck.

He even used his own body to bake his hands.

Jiang Qinfeng's hands were wet and cold, wrapping around his neck like a cold snake, but Xie Lingtan didn't even blink his eyes.

"thanks."

I don't know if he was infected by aura or scorched by body temperature, the white-clothed boy's cheeks were flushed, and he was a little embarrassed to look at people.

Xie Lingtan stared at him, and smiled suddenly, reminding people of the time when they practiced swords in Shangqing.

The disciples of Tianshimen all know that the purple-haired monk has fierce swordsmanship, and no one can please him, except for Mr. Xuehun, who can make a beautiful bend in the air, you come and go, The blade is gentle.

The sound of the rain was dense, ding ding dong dong, beating the hearts of the two of them, causing an inexplicable panic.

Although the forest is withered and withered in front of you, isn't the meaning of the player coming here to purify everything?

Jiang Qinfeng cheered up: "I'll come to save it when I've cultivated enough."

"It turns out that you are feeling sorry for this forest."

Xie Lingtan took his hand, and the spiritual power in his palm was filled with a fiery red light of yang energy.

After being devoured by the devil's poison and fused with the sea dragon Nilin, he can switch between the two kinds of spiritual roots.

"Then light it up."

He dragged Jiang Qinfeng through the forest. The originally dark forest was illuminated by the light of the aura, and the two of them were like a huge ball of light, walking among the trees.

Jiang Qinfeng's heart was moved, and he also mobilized the ice aura in his whole body——

The red and blue colors complement each other, regardless of each other, just like daylight.

On this gloomy rainy day, the two of them held a white umbrella together, walking in the rain, as if walking in a dark corridor, lighting the silent candlesticks on both sides with the sound of their footsteps, and awakening a tree with every step they took.

The two colors of light are intertwined, and as the two move forward, they quickly pass over everything in the forest. The red light travels above the canopy, turning into living sunlight, and the blue light swims at the bottom of the tree, turning into a source of moist water.

All of a sudden, those withered sandalwood trees came back to life one after another, the dead branches sprouted again, the old wood rejuvenated, and everything regained its vitality.

This black and white world has found color again.

The moment they walked out of the woods, the rain was over, the sun was shining through the clouds, and the air was filled with the fresh earthy fragrance. The squirrel in Xie Lingtan's arms was so excited that it immediately rolled out of his arms and stepped on the ice puck. , slippery and rolling on the wet grass.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

It waved its little claws and was very excited.

Jiang Qinfeng also laughed, with a finger point, the ice ball shattered from the middle, like a cracked eggshell, the chick was born, the little squirrel jumped out, and when it entered the woods immediately, it looked back at him and waved its paw.

"Squeak~"

"Hey, brother Xie, did you say it's called thank you, or goodbye?" He couldn't help but turned his head and asked Xie Lingtan.

Xie Lingtan: "It's saying, your eyes are so pretty."

Jiang Qinfeng was surprised: "Brother Xie, are you joking too?"

"Well, it's not what it wants to say."

Xie Lingtan looked at his radiant black eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up.

But it's really beautiful.