My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

After sending the group away, Rong Huai looked at the blood-splattered yard, so he had to temporarily put down the elixir he wanted to plant, and put away the half-destroyed jade flute, and went to the back mountain to fetch water honestly to clean it up.

The wisteria on his wrist stared at Rong Huai thoughtfully.

Although he didn't know the way of controlling spirits, but seeing Rong Huai make a move now, it should be said that he beat this group of people to pieces before he made a move.Although a little surprised, it was not too unexpected.After all, from the very beginning, I felt that this idiot was not like a layman with no power to restrain himself.

The hanging heart let go, and the pain that just gathered the aura and pierced the muscles and veins of the whole body swept over again.

Chongjin felt depressed, this feeling of being so weak and relying on others to protect her was really terrible.

It seems that he has to seize the time to borrow the rich spiritual energy here to heal his tendons and restore his cultivation as soon as possible.

With the tip of the vine resting on the back of Rong Huai's hand, the wisteria fell into a coma again.

On the other side, the people who helped them down the mountain were different from those who had absorbed the spiritual energy vigorously when they came.Now even though they endured the pain and closed their tendons, they didn't dare to be contaminated with this rich aura again.

It was really terrifying, like absorbing countless sharp knives abruptly into the body, no one was sure whether the gentle aura would come out of the body in the next breath.

After finally leaving Lingyumen, everyone sat cross-legged as soon as they crossed the dividing line.

Luo Yang's face was still pale after taking the elixir. After the tenth elder calmed down, he leaned over and covered his arms, and asked in horror: "Tenth elder, what is Yulingdao? Why have I never heard of it?" ? Why can Yulingdao be so powerful that even a person who can't practice can use it?!"

He couldn't forget at all that Rong Huai didn't even raise his hands or wave his sleeves, let alone run his aura.In just a moment, his arm was broken and the ten elders were seriously injured.

The tenth elder stretched out his hand, and the disciples behind him hurriedly helped him up.

"It's no wonder you haven't heard of it. This is the first time this old man has seen someone who practices the way of controlling spirits." The ten elders looked at the Lingyu Gate with cloudy eyes, "The way to control spirit energy only exists in a few strokes of the way in ancient books. , I didn’t expect to see it with my own eyes.”

The ten elders slowly came to the origin of the Spiritual Dao: "There are ten thousand ways in the cultivation world, and all monks cultivate by absorbing spiritual energy and hoarding it in the sea of ​​pills to improve their cultivation, but this is not the case with the Spiritual Dao. It’s not considered a monk.”

Luo Yang was confused when he heard that, "What do you mean?"

"To control the spirit and to control the spirit is to control, not to absorb. The biggest difference between the way of controlling the spirit and the other way is that the spiritual energy does not enter the body."

"What?!" Not only Luo Yang, but also the other disciples were shocked.

If the aura doesn't enter the body, can you still be called a monk?

"Aren't people who practice the way of controlling spirits ordinary people?" It's not like monks who can fly in the air, and it's not like monks who can compete with the sky.

"Yes, it is no different from ordinary people." The ten elders continued: "The only difference from ordinary people is that people who practice the way of controlling spirits have a high degree of compatibility with spiritual energy, so they can be recognized by spiritual energy and thus control spirits. In short In other words, other monks rely on their own spiritual roots to absorb spiritual energy into their veins, while those who practice the way of controlling spirits can be regarded as a living spiritual root."

"I didn't expect that the cultivation conditions were so harsh. Even before it was completely annihilated thousands of years ago, there were only a handful of people who practiced the way of controlling spirits, and there were still successors."

"Is there no way to control the spirit now?" Luo Yang asked.

The ten elders shook their heads: "There is no way to control spirits, but there is a way to borrow spirits."

When it comes to borrowing the spirit way, the ten elders are full of contempt, the difference of one word is worlds apart.

"The way of borrowing spirits is nothing more than a method created by those Dazongs who forcibly saved their descendants for their ineffective descendants. The so-called borrowing spirits means that one's own aptitude is low and innate, so one can use magic treasures, pills, and talismans to improve one's cultivation, so It’s called the way of borrowing spirits.”

In short, borrowing the spirit way is the way of having fun for the sons of Dazong who have nothing to do. They don't have much cultivation, and they wear a dazzling array of magic weapons, talismans, and vestments.If anyone said that he borrowed the spiritual way, then the identity behind this person must not be underestimated.

Luo Yang didn't want to hear about the way of borrowing spirits. At this moment, he was full of thoughts about Lingyumen, and asked anxiously: "Leaving aside the way of borrowing spirits, is this way of controlling spirits powerful or not?"

Ten elders: "When weak, they are nothing but ants, but when strong, they shake the heavens and the earth."

"How to say?"

Elder Ten: "When it is strong, it will be as you have seen just now. All the spiritual energy in the mountain is used by him alone. And any monks like us who are contaminated with a little bit of spiritual energy will be backlashed. stronger."

"If Rong Huai hadn't kept his hand, relying on the aura of Lingyumen, even if the suzerain came, I'm afraid it would be difficult to retreat unscathed." The ten elders said it conservatively.

Not only is it difficult to get out of the whole body?According to the level of the spirit veins below the Lingyu Gate, there is a steady stream of spiritual energy, not to mention one suzerain, I am afraid that three suzerains will not be able to survive.

Luo Yang's face immediately turned pale. Seeing the Lingyu Gate, which is within easy reach, is he going to let it go? !

He hurriedly asked: "Then when is it weak? When is it an ant?! According to what you said, the way to control spirits is to control spiritual energy, but spiritual energy is everywhere in the cultivation world, and Rong Huai has no way to deal with it!"

The ten elder stroked his beard and smiled: "Sure enough, the young master is still young. Even if he is a layman, doesn't he need talent?"

According to the classics he had read, the ten elders said word by word: "It is almost the same as entering the formation and cultivating the talisman. Yuling Dao also needs a unique talent that is unique in nature. And the talent it needs is aura. compatibility."

Seeing that Luo Yang was in a daze, the ten elders explained: "A monk's cultivation talent is based on his spiritual roots. Those who practice the way of controlling spirits have no spiritual roots, so they can regard themselves as their spiritual roots. If they are heavenly spiritual roots, they have the highest degree of compatibility. The more aura there is."

"Is this Rong Huai the qualification of Tianlinggen?"

"This person's physique is transparent and clean. If you compare his body to a spiritual root, even the heavenly spiritual root is far inferior to him."

Hearing what the ten elders said, Luo Yang's heart felt cold again, and his tone was low: "Lingyumen really can only give in?"

"Young Sect Master is too worried. Even the monks of Tianlinggen are not born to be Mahayana, they still need to accumulate aura. Yuling Dao, of course, is not born to be able to control all auras in the world. Every time they go to a new place, they must not Immediately fit the spiritual energy, you can only slowly adapt to the spiritual energy, and then use it. The kind of person who can control all the spiritual energy, let alone Rong Huai, even if it is tens of thousands of years ahead, such a person will never exist."

"This person is so difficult to deal with, but he has been in Lingyumen for so many years, so he has such a high degree of compatibility with Lingqi. In Lingyumen, he is naturally strong, but once he leaves Lingyumen, Isn't he just a layman who can be crushed to death with one hand?"

"Then what should we do now?" Hope rose in Luo Yang's heart, and he anxiously asked the ten elders. Seeing that Lingyumen was about to be acquired, it was definitely impossible to let go.

The ten elders pondered: "Go back and report to the suzerain first, and then make plans."

On the mountain, Rong Huai fetched water to clean the yard, and the wisteria on his wrist kept wrapping around his wrist on the way, quietly.

I couldn't help but twirled the vine leaves lightly, originally I just wanted Xiao Teng to advance into the sleeves to avoid injury, but I never thought that the wisteria would take the initiative to wrap around his wrist.

After cleaning up the blood, Rong Huai happily took out the two elixir plants he had dug up.The wisteria no longer needed his special care. After being idle for several days, she finally got busy again. Rong Huai happily found the vacant spirit gathering basin, buried spirit stones, covered spirit mud, and poured spirit spring water.

Because he had raised the wisteria well, the experienced Rong Huai always felt much more comfortable raising the elixir this time.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, the elixir that was originally extraordinarily energetic, under Rong Huai's meticulous service, Ye Zi instantly curled up listlessly.

Ok.

Rong Huai stared at the elixir that had taken most of his spirit away, and meditated.

Is it too much sunlight?

Or water too much?

Thinking about the wisteria on his wrist earlier, Rong Huai found the fire amulet given to him by his fourth junior brother, dried the spiritual spring water in the two pots of elixir, and put it under the shade of a tree instead.

After finishing these tasks, Rong Huai took out his scriptures, sat on a chair, and slowly began to read.

When the sun was setting, the master in a red dress walked in front, carrying a jug of wine, followed out for food, and came back with a group of cubs, the familiar noise came into the courtyard, waking up the wisteria on his wrist.

As his consciousness turned around, Chongjin immediately used the aura absorbed by the rattan body while he was in a coma to sort out most of the tendons that had been cleaned up over the past few days.Forcibly crushing the useless vines in his body with pain, and when all the broken tendons grow new ones, his body will be fully nourished, and his cultivation will be able to make rapid progress by then.

While running the aura, Chongjin looked coldly at the group of people who had just returned from fun.

As soon as the sound of footsteps entered the yard, Junior Eleven moved his nose: "Brother, did someone else come here today? Why does it smell bad?"

The third junior brother carried the fish he caught in the river with the fishing array, and he added: "There are fifteen more people here."

Rong Huai put down the scriptures and replied: "People from Luo Chengmen have been here."

"What is Luo Chengmen?"

"Have you heard of it?"

"I haven't heard of it."

Chattering in the yard.

"Eldest brother, have you done anything? There seems to be a faint smell of blood here." Mu Rongrong asked softly.

"I moved my hand."

The group of people even showed surprise on the face of Chu Mo who was drinking, and the original cheerful atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became heavy.They all looked at Rong Huai carefully, and seeing that Rong Huai's face was normal and his eyebrows were peaceful, they started laughing and laughing boldly again.

"What did they do? They actually let the elder brother do it!"

"I knew I wouldn't go out to play today, why did they leave so fast? Why didn't they wait for us?"

"I've never seen a senior brother make a move." Eleventh junior brother muttered, "When was the last time a senior brother made a move?"

When the eleventh junior brother said this, Chongjin keenly noticed that the atmosphere in the courtyard was slightly suffocated again.A group of talkative people, invariably, did not answer the youngest disciple.

In the end, Rong Huai rubbed his little junior brother's head and recalled: "I don't remember clearly, it was about ten years ago, before you came."

Every year Chu Mo would go outside to bring a disciple, and after bringing it back, he threw it to Rong Huai, and then left again.Only after the eleventh junior brother brought him back did he stay at Lingyumen completely and did not go out again.

Before that, all the disciples were taken care of by Rong Huai alone.

At that time, Rong Huai was only eleven or twelve years old, and behind him were nine nanny kids who were not much younger than him.Although they were all dressed in tatters, the young Rong Huai never missed them eating and drinking. He was full-length pink and jade-like, with red lips and white teeth.Even the children of the wealthy families in the town are not so good-looking.

Seeing that there are no adults in the mountains, some outsiders naturally have bad ideas, planning to seize all the good products and sell them into brothels to make a fortune.

A dozen vicious people.

In desperation, Rong Huai, who made the first attack, couldn't control the aura that he couldn't control. In the end, the broken limbs spilled on the ground, and the blood stained his immature face.Rong Huai stood on top of the corpse in a daze, and it was not until Mu Rongrong burst into tears that he suddenly came back to his senses.

After returning to the mountain, they always saw the elder brother who always liked to laugh, sitting alone in the yard, his eyes were empty like wood carvings, he would not eat, drink or sleep for three days and three nights, until he passed out from starvation.

The master who had always been careless, after bringing back the eleventh junior, hugged Rong Huai and kept whispering: "I'm sorry."

It was also that time, those senior brothers and sisters who only knew how to rely on their elder brothers all day long, only then did they understand what they should do and what they could do.

Eleventh Junior Brother is young but has a delicate mind. He also found that something was wrong with Master and the others. Although he regretted that Rong Huai didn't make a move, he hurriedly changed the topic and asked intimately: "Eldest Senior Brother, you drove away fifteen, Are you tired?"

Rong Huai shook his head: "Not tired."

While speaking, Fifth Junior Brother noticed that the blue light of the jade flute on Rong Huai's waist was dim, and his expression sank instantly: "Did they crack the flute?"

This jade flute was given to Rong Huai by his fifth junior brother on his 13th birthday. He was lazy in the first place, and only spent his time making things for those he valued.

Over the years, the elder brother has always carried it with him, and he cherishes it very much, but now someone else broke it.

Fifth Junior Brother immediately became angry.

Rong Huai apologized: "I thought I could block it, but I miscalculated my strength and accidentally broke it."

Rong Huai couldn't perceive the specific aura fluctuations of the monks, so naturally he couldn't know the cultivation of Luo Yang and his party. He wanted to use the jade flute to force them back, because once he used the aura of Lingyumen, he would definitely injure others seriously.Unexpectedly, the ten elders used all their strength to crack the jade flute.

The fifth junior brother took the jade flute with a frown. He was narrow-minded and extremely vengeful, and the aura in his palm destroyed the jade flute in a blink of an eye: "They better not come again next time!"

Then he looked at Rong Huai, his ruthless expression suddenly changed: "It just so happens that this flute has been used for several years, and it is old and useless. Senior brother, shall I make you a new one?"

Rong Huai smiled and said, "Okay."

"Hey, senior brother, you dug up two more elixir plants?"

"Ah."

"Where's your old wisteria?"

Rong Huai turned his eyes to the crowd and showed his wisteria-wrapped wrist: "It's here."

Crowd: ?

"Wow, you two are so close?"

Chongjin:?

"It likes you so much!"

Rong Huai blushed slightly.

Chongjin: ...I fainted too quickly, I didn't have time to get off my wrist.

"Then senior brother, I'm leaving!"

"Eldest brother, I'll go to the back mountain first and put my [-] in the Lingquan to raise." The third junior raised the fancy carp in his hand.

In the past, Rong Huai would just nod his head and say goodbye to him.

This time Rong Huai repeated for the first time: "Twenty?"

"That's right, twenty." The third junior brother shook the carp in his hand: "I caught the No.20 fish this month, so it's called twenty, so it's easy to remember."

Rong Huai nodded: "Easy to remember."

Chong Jin, who had been listening to them all the time, rolled his eyes: so perfunctory, can it be hard to remember?

Finally, when the group of people left, Chong Jin immediately took off Rong Huai's wrist. Although Rong Huai felt sorry, he still carried the wisteria to his shoulder.

Chong Jin, who returned to his shoulders, found a comfortable position and continued to clean his tendons, but for some reason, Rong Huai who was next to him always looked at him thoughtfully from time to time.

At night, Fang breathed out his spiritual energy, cleaned up the broken tendons, and Rong Huai took the heavy brocade, which was only waiting for the tendons to grow again, from his shoulders.

She looked up at Rong Huai, who was only wearing a coat, propped her chin with one hand, and was sitting at the table looking down at him earnestly.

Chongjin: What are you doing?

Sensing the change of the wisteria in his hand, Rong Huai rolled his eyes, and lightly poked the tip of the wisteria with his finger: "Can I give you a name?"

Chongjin:? ? ?

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