Enter the kitchen

An age similar to Lu Suyi's, not only the aptitude of a single spiritual root, but also the cultivation base of the foundation building Dzogchen in less than three years.

"I'm going down to Lu Suyi." After two competitions, Lu Suyi also understood some rules of the world of cultivating immortals, knowing that immortal cultivators pay great attention to courtesy when participating in the competition between sects, so he consciously reported his name.

His opponent this time is a little girl about his age, wearing bright yellow clothes, but her face is not as delicate and innocent as she should be at this age. After Lu Shiyi saw the ceremony, she just responded plainly: "Xiaoyaozhuang, Song Jiuling." After finishing speaking, he ignored the other party.

In the last match, I just tried it with Zheng Yi, an enthusiastic chatterbox, but Lu Shiyi couldn't react to the sudden and huge gap.

Just waiting for the music to start the competition, he was enveloped by a burst of white mist before he recovered his senses. Before he could think about it, the white silk passed through the white mist and hit him with great force.

The dull pain in his chest made Lu Shiyi subconsciously condense his aura. It wasn't until the thin layers of aura wrapped around his body that he felt relieved and began to look around for his opponent.

He still underestimated the methods of these immortal cultivators. Layers of white mist piled up around him, and they didn't get close, but blocked his way out.

Lu Shiyi sacrificed Taotie intently, commanding it to go deep into the white mist. Taotie was like his eyes, shuttling through the white mist unimpeded.

Lu Shiyi, who was trapped in the white mist, suddenly felt the aura in the sea of ​​consciousness convulsed, and the Taotie that was connected to his spirit had been torn apart in the mist.

Unprepared, he suddenly lost the natal magic weapon condensed by aura, Lu Shiyi only felt a pain in his heart, fine cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his eyes began to turn black.

The fragile sea of ​​consciousness was swaying in the wind and rain, Lu Shiyi bit his lip and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, feeling that the world was spinning.Just when he thought he was about to lose his hold and was about to crush the token, Bai Ling attacked again without warning, and was about to hit him in the chest.

Lu Shiyi closed his eyes instinctively, the expected pain did not come as expected.

Lu Shiyi sat slumped on the ground, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Shu Mo standing in front of him.

"Why did you kill me!" Shu Mo held the sword in his right hand, and grabbed the white silk thrown by Ge Jiuling with his left hand, stabbing her in the face with ice-like eyes.

"He hasn't given up yet." Ge Jiuling's voice was cold, his eyes were like Wang Quan, without any warmth.

Shu Mo didn't speak, but raised his hand and cut off the opponent's white silk with the cold glass sword. Ge Jiuling's expression changed, and he took a few steps back before hastily dropping the magic weapon in his hand.

She covered her frostbitten fingers, and said angrily, "Is this how your Jianzong is so selfish?" Shu Mo ignored her clamor, helped Lu Shiyi up, and wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips.

"You might as well say this in front of the head of the Sword Sect." As soon as Lu Shiyi finished speaking, the three of them were removed from the magic weapon.

"Shiyi, are you okay?" Knowing that Xiao Changyan and Lu Shiyi were going to participate in the small competition today, Zheng Yi tried every means to persuade his father to come to the sword casting platform. Looking at the battle situation on Shiyi's side, I didn't expect to see such a thrilling scene.

"I'm fine." Lu Shiyi's breath had calmed down, but the dull pain in his chest made him unable to concentrate for a while.

"Don't be brave." Although Shu Mo's expression didn't change, Lu Shiyi sensed his worry, so he didn't say anything more immediately, and obediently let him support him.

Seeing that he still had the strength to speak, Shu Mo calmed down a bit, and was about to leave with Yu Jian, when Ge Jiuling had already chased after him with an ugly face: "This fellow Taoist, you broke into Xiao Bi halfway, and you took my opponent away without explaining it." , what exactly do you mean!"

"Don't use hidden weapons and don't hurt people's lives. This is the rule set by my sword sect." Shu Mo turned his head and looked directly at the pale-faced Ge Jiuling: "Do you have any objections?" Ge Jiuling flinched, and just missed the opportunity to refute. He could only stand there and watch them leave with the sword.

Shu Mo returned to Linchang Garden with the unconscious Lu Shiyi in his arms.

The two are obviously about the same age, and Shu Mo is only slightly taller than Lu Shiyi, but when Lu Shiyi curled up in his arms, it looked like a small ball.

Immortal Jian Yi didn't come in person after receiving the news, but sent Immortal Qian Bi, who is best at medical skills.

"Old Ancestor." As soon as Master Qianbi was about to salute, Shu Mo waved his hand to signal her not to be too polite: "Let's see if he is seriously injured." Master Qianbi stepped forward, just touching Lu Shiyi's fingertips Pulse's expression changed, and at the same time, he began to admire the half-grown child in his heart.

"He has just condensed the magic weapon of his life, and the sea of ​​consciousness is very fragile. Now not only the magic weapon that has just formed has been destroyed, but also his bones have been injured. He may be in danger of life." The real person Qianbi said in a deep voice, the pain of the sea of ​​​​knowledge was hurt. Just imagining it is unbearable, and the child in front of him is still young, so I don't know how he endured such pain.

"Is there a way to cure him?" Zheng Yi and Xiao Changyan, who had won Xiaobi, happened to hear Shu Mo's question when they arrived.

Zheng Yi and Xiao Changyan naturally knew the real person Qianbi, and after saluting respectfully, they also looked up at each other with fiery eyes.

Sensei Qianbi instantly felt the pressure: "Of course there are." She put away her respectful expression and said plainly: "Physical injuries are easy to heal, but the sea of ​​consciousness needs to be warmed up slowly, and it can take a few years sooner. If it is slow, it will take decades, and during this period, it may be difficult for his cultivation to improve." This is the lowest miscellaneous spiritual root, and if he is unable to practice, he may be no different from ordinary people.

Shu Mo was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking in his downcast eyes, and then replied after a while: "I know." Master Qianbi resisted the urge to salute and leave, Yu Jian returned to Moxie Peak, and ordered his disciples to prepare immediately. Elixir.

And on the sword casting platform, Master Jian Yi's expression was also very ugly.He thought that Lu Shiyi had just suffered some minor injuries, but only after receiving the voice transmission from Qian Bi, did he know that the cute little girl Yuxue in front of him was so ruthless that he almost destroyed Lu Shiyi's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Reverend Mujia, please." Reverend Jian Yi was already very polite, and he didn't attack immediately, but returned to Zhanlu Peak with Reverend Mujia and Song Jiuling, the culprit.

"Reverend Mujia, Ming people don't speak dark words." Reverend Jian Yi stood in the main hall with his hands behind his back, and at his feet was Ge Jiuling who was ordered to kneel down by Reverend Mujia: "It doesn't matter how important the sea of ​​knowledge is to a monk. Let me repeat, I don't know why your disciples know the rules of the sword-forging platform, so why do you have such a heavy hand?" When talking about the disciples, Jian Yi's voice was obviously a little higher.

"Jiu Ling's attack is indeed a little heavy. She is young and this is the first time to participate in the small competition. It is her fault that she misjudged the opponent's strength." Master Mujia blamed Song Jiuling every word and every word, but In fact, it is insinuating that Lu Shiyi's skills are not as good as others.

Master Jianyi's expression was a bit strange, as if he didn't expect that Master Mujia still had the leisure to squeeze others: "It's useless for Master Mujia to tell me what you said, why don't you tell the ancestor yourself." After speaking, he turned to the side respectfully .

The ancestor of Jianzong walked into the main hall on frosty feet, his phoenix eyes lightly swept over Ge Jiuling who was kneeling on the ground.

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