love yourself again

"Jun Wu, bring me my clothes."

Ling Junwu took his clothes and walked to the pool and stood still. Looking at his brother lying comfortably in the hot spring water, he squatted down and picked up a handful of wet long hair: "Brother, you are really addicted to me!"

Ling Huisheng raised his hand to touch it backwards, and there was a splash of water, and he squeezed that smooth and delicate face: "Why, isn't Jun Wu unwilling?"

"Yes!" Ling Junwu raised his voice, and sighed deliberately, "Thank you for taking care of me since I was a child, and it is only natural that it is Junwu's turn to take care of you now."

Ling Huisheng laughed lowly: "In the future, my brother will probably rely on Junwu."

"Brother really likes to joke." Ling Junwu put his clothes aside, put his hands on his elder brother's shoulders and kneaded, "Are we going to stay here? Didn't my brother say that he would return to the cultivation world immediately?"

Ling Huisheng closed his eyes and enjoyed the service behind him: "Stay here for a while, maybe you can get some useful things here, the yellow spring flower in your body has not been completely refined, you can also take advantage of this time to get familiar with your new Power, master them as soon as possible." Looking back at Ling Junwu with a smile, he said, "It's also time to prepare for your golden alchemy and advanced alchemy stage."

Ling Junwu ate tofu during the massage, stared at his brother's fair neck, and replied absently, "But I don't feel like I'm going to break through."

"It's just for you to prepare in advance, it's still too early to form a golden core."

"Brother, help me prepare, how about it?" Ling Junwu put one hand on the edge of the pool, lowered his head and leaned on Ling Huisheng's shoulder.

"Jun Wu is acting like a baby with me?"

"Acting like a baby?" Ling Junwu raised his tail, straightened up and squeezed his brother's shoulders in a proper manner, but he was obviously trying to seduce him.

A token appeared out of nowhere in Ling Huisheng's hand. A small silver arrow was engraved on the pure black plaque, flowing with some special power. This token was the status symbol of the Nascent Soul Stage monks in this special area. With this token, you can enter and exit here at will without any restrictions.

Ling Junwu took the token and cast a puzzled look: "What is this for?"

"There seems to be a lot of interesting things in this trading city, let's go and play!"

"I'm alone? Where's my brother?"

"I need to adjust the strength in my body." Ling Huisheng stretched out his hand flat on the water surface, just submerging his palm, and the water surface rippled in circles, and the amplitude of the vibration gradually expanded, and suddenly a stormy sea broke out in the pool.

Ling Junwu watched a big water splashing towards him, without any protection, he was poured from head to toe by the spring water, his whole body was soaked, his clothes were tightly attached to his body, and he suddenly turned into a drowned chicken.

"What's wrong with brother's body?" Ling Junwu jumped into the pool and grabbed the outstretched hand.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that his strength is temporarily unstable because he has recovered to the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Stage. It will be good to sort it out a little bit."

"Is it really all right?" Ling Junwu was not at ease.

"Don't worry, if something really happens, I will definitely not keep it from you."

Ling Junwu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at himself, and glanced at him sadly: "Then what did brother Cai do just now?"

Ling Huisheng let one of his palms be tightly gripped by Ling Junwu, and splashed the water over with the other hand, chuckled lightly: "I just wanted to test the power in my body right now, I accidentally lost control."

Ling Junwu got up silently and stepped out of the pool, turned his back to Ling Huisheng and said, "I'm going out first, you wash slowly by yourself!"

When he walked straight to the door, he could still hear uncontrollable laughter behind him. Ling Junwu looked at the sky and sighed, this Ling Huisheng, his brother!I really like teasing him more and more.

Even though he said so, but looking carefully, the corner of Ling Junwu's mouth curved up in a heartfelt arc.

With a happy mood, Ling Junwu was about to step out of the area of ​​the Nascent Soul Stage monk.

"Hello, please stop. Cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage are not allowed to enter and leave the 'Chunyang Hall' without the guidance of their master." A guard stepped out in front of Ling Junwu, blocking the way forward.

Ling Junwu didn't say much, he just showed the pure black token engraved with small silver arrows, put it in front of the guards and raised his eyebrows with a smile, his posture was very proud.

The guard looked at the token in surprise. The power emitted from it was absolutely impossible to be forged. He quickly stepped back and said, "Sorry, please!"

Ling Junwu stepped out here with his head held high.

The guard returned to his companion, and the other guard stared at the back of Ling Junwu who had already walked out, and asked, "Who is this person? The card was given to the person next to him? That person looks very proud, tsk! His status must be quite high in front of his Nascent Soul Stage senior!"

"Maybe!" Looking at the person who had gone far away, the guard's eyes couldn't see any emotion. He had the impression that this person came in with a senior with a very unique and noble temperament. The plaything that senior kept beside him, from the looks of it now, I am afraid that this person has a lot of status in the heart of that senior, and even gave him such an important token.

In the "Chunyang Hall", if there is no token, even the Nascent Soul stage monks who have already entered here cannot move around at will.

When Ling Junwu walked out of here, he looked back, and saw a plaque hanging on the tall hall door, with the words "Chunyang Hall" written on it.

"So this place is called 'Chunyang Hall'?" Ling Junwu said to himself and left here.

There is a very large trading square in the trading city. In this square, all monks in the city, regardless of their level of cultivation, can trade here.

Ling Junwu stepped here, watched the crowded scene, patted his sleeves and walked into the crowd.

There are countless things traded here, and of course, there are also some high-grade treasures among them.

Ling Junwu looked around aimlessly, and a very delicate purple jade hairpin suddenly came into view. The body of the hairpin was carved with extremely detailed patterns, the head of the hairpin was hollowed out, and there was a white pearl inside, but it was reflected by the purple jade Wrapped in a layer of lavender color.

Although this hairpin looks very beautiful, it is actually not for female nuns to wear hairpins, but for male monks to wear.

"It seems appropriate to give this hairpin to my brother." Ling Junwu said to himself, and stepped forward to ask, "What do I need to give this hairpin to..."

Before he finished speaking, the hairpin was taken away by a hand that suddenly stretched out from the side.

"I want this hairpin."

Ling Junwu turned his head to look over, and completely controlled his expression for a moment, because this person turned out to be Mo Xi, and said with a little displeasure: "This fellow Taoist, this hairpin is the first to fall in love with me."

"But I got it first." Mo Xi said unhurriedly, looked Ling Junwu up and down, and looked at this face that he had never seen before but was somehow familiar, and he felt a little more puzzled in his heart, " Have I met Your Excellency anywhere?"

Ling Junwu glanced at Mo Xi: "I don't remember seeing such a brazen person like you there. If you like this hairpin, I will give it to you."

Ling Huisheng used some disguise methods on him, which ordinary cultivators can't see. As for this Moxi, I'm afraid he can't see through his identity.

Mo Xi's eyes turned cold: "You are so bold, do you think that you can have nothing to worry about in this trading city?"

Ling Junwu cast a disdainful look.

"There are flower pickers!" A shrill female voice roared to every corner of the place.

I saw a beautiful female cultivator running around in horror, shouting as she ran: "There are such rampant thieves in broad daylight under the eyes of everyone. Pity me, a weak woman, who will be murdered by the wicked!"

"You woman, don't talk nonsense!" A ferocious demon cultivator yelled at the slender figure fleeing in front of him, the expression on his face seemed to be unbearable for the female monk in front of him.

This person was followed by a monk with a slightly refined temperament, and he nodded apologetically at the people around him: "Everyone, I'm sorry, that woman is my Taoist companion and likes to mess around." As he spoke, a helpless expression appeared on his face .

"Nonsense!" The nun in front of her got into the crowd without looking back.

Mo Xi was still in a stalemate with Ling Junwu. He felt that he must have seen this person before, but there was a sudden commotion behind him. When he looked back, he saw a woman rushing towards him. He didn't see any movement under his feet, so he moved to the side to hide The person who hits you.

Ling Junwu saw the timing, and made a swift move while Mo Xi was moving, and actually snatched the purple jade hairpin from his hand.

"You!" Mo Xi looked at Ling Junwu in surprise, did he underestimate this person, or did this person hide his cultivation?

Ling Junwu grabbed the woman who was about to fall to the ground, and held her clothes in disgust: "I said, where have you been messing around again?"

This woman was exactly what he and his elder brother had seen not far from the trading city. At that time, two demon cultivators were chasing this woman.

Ling Junwu looked at the two demon cultivators who had already chased after him, they were the ones who chased him back then, he stepped forward and asked, "Who are you, how dare you pester my maid?"

At this moment, Bi Shui has almost lost all her strength, and she can no longer think about this inexplicable young man, besides, even if this man has evil intentions, it is better than falling into the hands of those two ugly monsters ?

Bi Shui cursed inwardly: Those two bastards dared to drug me. If one day you fall into my hands, I will let you taste the power of this girl!

"Who are you? Hand over that woman!"

Ling Junwu looked down at the two of them, took out a token from his arms very calmly, threw it up and down in his hand, and looked at the two opposite people with a half-smile.

The black token, the engraved silver arrow, and the unique power on the token indicate the identity of the person holding the token.

"Chunyang Hall!" The crowd exclaimed.