My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

No need, he has a name.

Chongjin mercilessly avoids the fingers poking his head.

But it was clear that Rong Huai was very keen on it, so early the next morning, he took care of the elixir he had just dug under the wisteria.After the elixir was processed, he moved out a stack of classics with great interest.

Rong Huai turned his head and said: "Naming is a big matter, and it must not be perfunctory."

Chong Jin, who was exhaling spiritual energy on his shoulder, heard the words, the tip of the vine shrugged slightly, and glanced at the ancient book full of words in the fool's hand.

Can you get the name by looking at this thing?

Anyway, he didn't believe it.

Too lazy to look at the classics again, Chong Jin closed his eyes and took a rest.

I have to say that these days in Lingyumen, although only a few days, are much more interesting than his past 20 years in Wuyalin.

In the past, he didn't have any memories before his transformation, so he always felt as if he had no past, and his life was always muddled.In those years in the Wuya Forest, apart from the emptiness and boredom of the grass and trees without roots, it was accompanied by the pain of tearing the soul from time to time.

When he first took human form, he was still curious about what the outside world looked like.After going out once or twice, I saw all kinds of ugliness of those monks, and felt disgusted in my heart. From then on, I stayed in my own boundless forest with peace of mind.

This time, I fell into this Lingyu Gate by accident, probably the aura here is clean and thorough, and the people here seem to be unreliable and weird, but they are not like other monks who are intriguing and full of tricks.While he was still in a happy mood, the pain of tearing his soul that had troubled him for more than 20 years also subsided a lot.

The vine body stretches, and the vine leaves unfold.

The spirit stone in his hand was worn out again. Since the veins in his body were dredged, he absorbed more spirit energy, and the spirit stone was consumed extremely quickly.

Before Chongjin could throw away the waste spirit stone, a spirit stone was handed in front of him. Wisteria took the spirit stone, wrapped it up, and put the waste spirit stone in Rong Huai's palm familiarly, and Rong Huai placed it on the stone. on the table.

Lingshi is not heavy, but Chongjin is lazy.

The wisteria, with the spirit stone hanging down, rested on Rong Huai's thin shoulders, and then the tip of the vine leaned lazily against the spirit stone.In fact, Chongjin didn't know what kind of thing he was, but he thought it should be a good breed.

Unlike ordinary Lingzhi who must take the initiative to absorb aura, Chongjin has not practiced seriously since he has memory, and relies on his body to absorb aura automatically.

If he worked harder, the speed at which he could absorb spiritual energy would double.

Now the aura around him, together with the aura from the spirit stone in his hand, is constantly pouring towards his vine body, nourishing his vine body and promoting the growth of new tendons.

Although he was in a hurry to restore his cultivation and transform into a human form, but the new tendons hadn't grown yet, if he increased the spiritual energy absorption rashly, he might destroy the tendons again.

If you want to speed, you can't reach it.

Chongjin still understands this truth.

The warm wind blew past, carrying the pleasant light fragrance of Rong Huai beside him, and the sunlight was just right, Chong Jin, who was leaning on the spirit stone, couldn't help but feel drowsy.

Suddenly, I heard the classics in Rong Huai's hand turning a page.The vine leaves moved slightly, the vine tip lifted slightly, Chong Jin glanced at the classics again.

Jade fingers caressed the pages of the book line by line, Rong Huai read slowly, occasionally when his fingertips slid over some words, he couldn't help but stop.At this time, the wisteria on his shoulder couldn't help but sneak a glance, wanting to see what the word was under his fingertips.

From time to time, Rong Huai would open his lips in a low voice, looking like he should be reciting his name, seeing if the talisman didn't meet his wishes, whether it was smooth or not.

What good name can you think of for this idiot?He wanted to hear what name was taken out.

Wisteria was full of disdain, and the vine leaned forward slightly, but before he could hear what Rong Huai was thinking, Rong Huai had already shook his head and continued to look at the next line.

Sure enough, I couldn't come up with a good name.

Wisteria shrank back carelessly again.

The matter of naming is really difficult, and it is rare for Rong Huai to be troubled by anything.He looked through most of the classics all day long, but he still couldn't think of a good name. When he took a bath at night, his mind was still full of lines of words.

another place.

Luo Chengmen and his party, who had suffered a great loss at Ronghuai's place, had already turned back to the sect.

Seeing that the ten elders and Luo Yang were injured one after another, the patriarch lost his temper, wanting to rush to the Lingyu Gate to kill anyone who dared to bully his child.

But the suzerain is not someone who can't figure it out. The ten elders with Jindan cultivation base are seriously injured, so it may not be easy to come to Lingyumen.

"Since Rong Huai practiced the Way of Yuling, did he inherit it from his master?" the suzerain asked.

The ten elders are the oldest in the sect, so they naturally know and learn a lot.

The ten elders shook their heads and vetoed: "Impossible. It is recorded in ancient books that before the Dao of Yuling was completely annihilated, there were no successors. The talent required for this Dao is extremely demanding, and the method of cultivation is not like other Dao. In the past, there were only a handful of people who practiced the way of controlling spirits, and it seems that Rong Huai just happened to be lucky enough to enter this way."

"However, to prevent accidents, the suzerain still sent someone to secretly investigate the remaining 11 people from Lingyumen."

The suzerain nodded: "Okay, according to what the ten elders have seen, how can this way of controlling spirits be broken?"

The ten elder stroked his beard and smiled: "The suzerain forgot about the fairy gate party two years later? According to the schedule, the invitation will be delivered soon."

The suzerain suddenly realized: "As expected of the ten elders!"

Fairy gate gatherings require all righteous sects to participate.There are no more than 12 people in Lingyumen, and they will definitely go to the central region together by then.

As long as he leaves the Lingyu Gate and has no place to grow, no matter how powerful he is in the way of controlling spirits, he is just a layman with no power to restrain a chicken.At that time, don't talk about fighting, just wave their sleeves, they can easily get rid of Rong Huai!

What's more, it's a long way from the southern region to the central region. Not to mention they have plenty of time, and there are many magicians on the way. It's only normal that something happened to the pedestrians of Lingyumen when they went to the central region.

Once everyone in Lingyumen dies, Lingyumen will become a land without a master, and they will naturally be captured!

Now they just need to do two things.

One is to find out the details of everyone in Lingyumen, so as not to disrupt their plans by revealing some kind of imperial way.

The second is to wait, wait for the Central Domain invitation to arrive, and everyone in Lingyumen will set off.

Here Luo Chengmen's abacus is crackling, as for Lingyumen's side, they still have to eat and drink, and have nothing to do all day long, so uncomfortable.

In order to name the wisteria, Rong Huai read the classics and then the poems.After reading one book after another for two full days, the two pots of elixirs he had newly raised were asked to go away by his younger brothers and sisters again, but nothing was found.

But it can be seen that Rong Huai is very serious, at least not slapping his forehead, like his third junior brother, choosing a bad name of twenty.

In the blink of an eye, on the third day, I found almost all the classics and poems, but I still couldn't think of one that fit my wish.So Rong Huai picked up his scriptures again and began to read them.

The spring breeze is blowing, when he sees Rong Huai's fingers resting on a line of scriptures, he has read a lot these days, and he can guess the brocade with his eyes closed. This guy probably saw the suitable words again, and he silently recited in his heart. Such a name, but most of them still can't be taken out, but Chongjin still couldn't help but glance at it.

Sure enough, after a few breaths, Rong Huai moved his fingers and continued to look down.

I don't know how long it took, and I finished reading a few more scriptures.Rong Huai's fingers stopped again, thinking that this time it would be the same as before, but Rong Huai suddenly put down the scriptures and said with a smile on his face, "I thought about it."

The tip of the wisteria holding the spirit stone moved: Remember?

So fast this time?

Gee.

The vine leaf rolled in uncomfortably, but what good name can this idiot's brain come up with?

Seeing that Rong Huai's soft and moist eyes were particularly bright, he said: "It is said that all things follow their roots, and external objects are empty. If you choose a name, you must seek its essence, and it will be meaningful if it is closely related to yourself."

Ok.

Makes sense, then what?

Rong Huai brought down the wisteria, and all eyes were filled with joy visible to the naked eye: "The body of the vine is not big, but it is as clear as purple jade, and the whole body is shiny."

When Rong Huai spoke, he would look at the other party, no matter what he said, he would give people a serious and sincere sincerity.This is indeed the case. Chong Jin, who has easily figured out Rong Huai's temperament, is very clear that no matter what Rong Huai says, it must be what he thinks in his heart.

Even though Zhong Jin was proud and arrogant, but hearing this idiot so sincerely praised his original form, he couldn't help shaking his leaves, thinking: That's natural.

"so."

So what?

The heavy brocade leaves couldn't help curling inward again, and the tip of the vine couldn't help poking up a little, trying to hear clearly what kind of rare name this person took after thinking about it for a few days.

"So it's better to name it Xiao Zi, which is easy to understand and fits her body well."

Still maintaining the heavy brocade of the probe: ...

He stared coldly at Rong Huai whose eyes were curved like a new moon.

Oh, you are so clever!

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