Attunement into fine rules

Indeed, the clothes and trousers were all shredded into pieces, so I hurried back in the dark and windy night, and it would be troublesome to wait until dawn.

So Wei Lang still carried the glazed lamp as he did when he came here, stepped on the laurel leaves and pistils all over the ground with his bare feet, and pushed Wei Yuan towards the cave.

An old gray wolf, a big eagle swaying in the autumn wind under the moon.

On the way back, Wei Yuan couldn't help but burst out laughing at the thought of this. Although the laughter was soft, it was clearly audible in the silent night.

Wei Lang heard it and quickly asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Wei Yuan replied with a smile.

I thought it would be fine if I went back quietly, but at this point, a young man woke up to urinate in the middle of the night.

Although eating Bigu Dan can last half a month of hunger, you still have to drink water, and it is inconvenient to use a Gong bucket in this place, so you usually sneak around and find a hidden tree under the tree to solve it.

This young man was sleepy and drowsy, and he didn't pay much attention to his surroundings after putting the water on, but Wei Lang was holding a lamp in his hand, and it became an obvious target at night when it was shining brightly.

Looking up at the good guy, Wei Lang was naked all over, and he pushed the well-dressed Wei Yuan out of the forest with big strides... I didn't expect the second son of Wei to look at the person who looked like a light and windy, ice-chiseled snow sculpture, and he was so happy. This mouth.

But this is a bit wild, staying in the woods so late, the clothes are all ripped off, thanks to Wei Lang's good health, he can push Mr. Wei back, ordinary people will definitely not be able to bear it .

The young man thought about it in a mess, but his specific performance was very cowardly. He only dared to take a look, then silently lifted his pants, turned around and returned to his residence without saying a word.

It's just that I was strongly stimulated and couldn't sleep anymore. I tossed and turned on the bed, keeping my eyes open until dawn.

The next day Wei Yuan really slept until the middle of the day, that is, he didn't get up until ten or eleven o'clock in the morning. When the young man and his companion went to the pool to wash clothes, the companion saw that he had dark circles under his eyes, so he asked : "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Being asked such a question, this young master could no longer hold back his long-suppressed gossip, nodded, and then said in a low voice: "I went out to have a rest in the middle of the night last night, and saw Second Young Master Wei and Wei Lang coming out of the forest .”

"Wei Lang didn't wear any clothes."

"Ah?" The companion exclaimed in a low voice, "It turns out that Wei Lang and Young Master Wei are in that kind of relationship..."

In fact, this kind of thing is nothing if you put it in a high-ranking family.

The master and the servant girls around him get along day and night, and it's normal for something to happen.

However, the second son of Wei is a fairy-like figure, Wei Lang is also a master of martial arts, handsome and outstanding, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, it looks extremely difficult to provoke.

If you go to the imperial court to do things, you should be the commander-in-chief of the three armed forces.

Such two people, how could they not imagine that kind of relationship.

Unexpectedly, the two of them just started talking when they heard a cough coming from behind.

It was not serious, but it made the two of them tremble, and the clothes in their hands were almost thrown into the water, and then they turned their heads slowly.

I saw Wei Lang came behind them at some point, tall and straight like a pine tree, with slightly frowned eyebrows.

Did the other party hear it, and how much did they hear?

"Don't gossip about people behind their backs."

Wei Lang looked down at the two of them with a deep voice.

The two of them just felt a chill rising from their tailbone, and under the gaze of Wei Lang's sharp eyes, they almost wanted to hug each other and shiver.

Omg, it's so scary.

However, Wei Lang just said this, then turned and left.

Seeing the back of Wei Lang going away, the two of them suddenly felt like they had escaped from the sky, and they let out a long sigh.

Then they glanced at each other, no longer dared to gossip, lowered their heads silently, and began to scrub and wash the clothes unskillfully.

Although Wei Lang stopped the two of them, he didn't actually clarify his relationship with Wei Yuan.

When he heard the conversation between the two, he was even secretly delighted.

The heart was in the chest cavity, beating violently.

……

Wei Lang crossed the realm overnight, and when he reached the second floor of the Qi Refining Stage, he began to need corresponding skills to practice.

Books on how to refine Qi are also circulated in the mortal world, but these are only the basics for monks.

Different spiritual roots practice different techniques in order to maximize the advantages of their own spiritual roots.

For example, Huo Linggen's "Burning Heaven Jue", Mu Linggen's "Longevity Strategy", Tu Linggen's "Stone Dispelling Art"...etc, all can only be learned in Xianmen.

Of course, there is also a saying that all spells can be broken with power, as long as the "realm" is high enough, it is enough to crush any "art".

However, if they fight at similar levels, then how well they learn the "skills" will play a decisive role.

Different spirit roots and single spirit roots have their own exclusive spells, while miscellaneous spirit roots usually practice common goods. This is also the reason why the distance between the two parties is completely opened apart from the speed of cultivation.

Fortunately, after asking Yuan Bai, it was an easy task to ask Zangshuge to have a look at the technique of Bing Linggen.

Contrary to the imagination of the outside world, the Library Pavilion of Xianmen is actually equivalent to a large library, as long as it is a monk, everyone can go in and borrow, and there is no absolute secret.

Because it is not necessary.

Naturally, anyone can read high-end magic, but if you don't have the corresponding spiritual roots for high-level spells, it's useless to read them, and you can't practice them anyway.

If there are monks who know that there is no hope in this life, and want to do research quietly, they need to read a lot of spell books, Xianmen also encourages this.

As soon as Wei Yuan heard that there was such a good thing, he immediately went to Zangshu Pavilion with Yuan Bai himself.

The manager of Zangshu Pavilion is an old monk who established the foundation of the three spirits. Although Wei Yuan is a mortal, he can make monks break through. He has also heard about it.

So he received him politely, and said to Wei Yuan, "Master must be curious about cultivation and want to dabble in it?"

This is also a more reliable guess.

Wei Yuan stays in the fairy gate, and all he comes into contact with are monks who call the wind and rain and fly with swords, but he can't practice himself. What else can he do when he is bored?

"I want to do some research." Wei Yuan bowed his hands to the old monk.

The old monk twitched his beard and said: "Although the Zangshu Pavilion has always been open only to monks of our sect, but the young master lives in Fushan and has kindness to many fellow sects, so it's okay to borrow books, but you can't take books out of our sect."

"That's what it should be." Wei Yuan replied.

The old monk nodded, took out a pile of jade slips from the storage ring, piled them up in front of Wei Yuan, and said kindly: "This is a blank jade slip, and one scroll needs five low-grade spirit stones. If you need it, sir Take it to the front of the book to record and print, and after recording and printing, take it back and read it."

Spiritual stones contain spiritual power, and where there is insufficient spiritual energy, they can be cultivated by directly absorbing it, and can also be used in many aspects such as arranging formations and drawing symbols. At the same time, they have the property of currency in the realm of comprehension.

Because Wei Yuan made many monks break through before, in the past few days, people have returned gifts and thanked them one after another, and some of them gave spirit stones, but there is no shortage of them.

After exchanging spirit stones for jade slips, Wei Yuan not only recorded the high-level spells of single spirit roots and different spirit roots, but also recorded more than a dozen books on the practice of miscellaneous spirit roots, and put them into the storage ring one by one. During this time, he returned to Fushan.

In the blink of an eye, more than two months have passed. Apart from receiving a group of visitors every seven days, planting, collecting and sorting out spiritual root sample data, Wei Yuan is obsessed with magic books.

It has been ten thousand years since the establishment of Xianmen in this world.

Many of them are amazingly talented.

As for the spell books that can be handed down to the present, even the popular ones have been honed through practice, and there are many things worth pondering carefully.

"Today I'm going to make an ice cream cake for you son. You should freeze the ice cream first, so that it doesn't melt."

In the small kitchen, Wei Hu turned to Wei Lang while putting the cake into the homemade oven.

Wei Lang responded, uncovered the copper ice mirror, put the ice cream that Wei Hu had whipped into, and closed the lid.

Then put your palm on the shell of the ice mirror for a moment, and you will see a layer of frost covering it quickly, and the steaming kitchen seems to have cooled down a little.

After more than two months of practicing spells, Wei Lang has basically been able to control the aura in his body for his own use.

Like condensing water into ice, making a few ice edges and the like.

It greatly facilitated Wei Hu's development of new dishes and desserts, and he often came over to ask him to make ice bowls and fresh fruits and vegetables.

"Wei Hu, why don't you just mention the second floor of Qi Refining." After freezing the ice cream, Wei Lang turned his head to look at the tiger wearing an apron around his waist and guarding in front of the stove. It hurts, just endure it, how many people want such a chance and don’t have it.”

Wei Hu was a little moved, but still shook his head and refused: "Let it take its course and take your time, anyway, there is no need to worry."

Wei Lang felt very regretful.

At the beginning when Wei Hu saw that he had started to practice spells, he quickly asked what was going on, and he told Wei Hu in detail about the young master bringing him to the second level of Qi Refining.

Who knew that Wei Hu was afraid of pain, and when he heard that he had to endure the pain in his body to straighten out his tendons, he immediately panicked.

If this is not the case, let Wei Hu be promoted first, and then he won't have to be sent around by Wei Hu in the kitchen all the time.

Wei Lang's feeling right now is regret, very regret.

At this moment, there was a dull falling sound outside, as well as Lichen's shrill cry.

Wei Lang ran out, and from a distance, he saw Linxia lying on her back, covered in blood and feathers scattered, beside her was a blood gourd-like Er Zhuang, who didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

Although Linxia said it was a half-sized crane when it was delivered, after more than two months of raising it, it is more than enough to carry a seven- or eight-year-old child flying.

Wei Yuan also changed some genes for it, making it more intelligent and humane, with a more beautiful and elegant appearance, and stronger wings, so in the past few days, he has been relieved to let Er Zhuang and the twins sit and play.

Er Zhuang told Lichen this morning that he was going to take Linxia to the outer gate to visit his former master and friend.

Lichen has lived smoothly since she came to Fushan. Even the monks who come and go, see that she is Wei Yuan's maidservant, they all respect her a little bit.She didn't think there would be any danger in Xianmen, since she said where to go, she just told Er Zhuang to go back quickly and not to spend the night outside.

Who knew it was only noon, and something happened to Er Zhuang and Lin Xia! ! !

Lichen was trembling all over, and without thinking about it, she screamed, picked up Er Zhuang, and ran towards Wei Yuan's cave.

Don't be afraid, don't panic...Young Master will definitely save Er Zhuang and her son! ! !

Wei Lang stepped forward and picked up Linxia, ​​who was also bloody and downtrodden, and followed closely behind Lichen.

Wei Yuan was reading a book at first, when he saw Lichen and Wei Lang running in one after the other, Lichen hugged Er Zhuang and shouted to him with tears streaming down his face: "Master, save Er Zhuang!!!"