Cultivation

After getting the permission letter from Fengyulou to go to prison Longling, Shengbei got busy.

Ziwei Xinghao hadn't participated in such a major event in the world of cultivating immortals for many years, so he had to be well prepared to not lose face when he went out this time.

All eight disciples had to be brought along, but none of them knew how to control swords yet, so that's okay, just let Longma take a cart, but it doesn't seem so good-looking to teach Feijian in front...

While the other disciples were happily packing up their things, Zhang Linggu was full of bewilderment. He stood under the eaves of the bamboo house and looked at the plum forest in front of him. The bonus seemed to burn his heart.

Ever since Fengyulou said those words to him, he has been very uneasy, and he always felt that he was not at ease, probably because he was afraid that he would be pushed out by Fengyulou as a living target.

There was a piece of peach wood on the table, Zhang Linggu picked up a carpenter's plane, and planed the peach wood bit by bit into a size suitable for carving peach charms.

In the past few years, he has also studied talismans with ulterior motives, but unfortunately, the progress has been equally slow. In Yuan Qi's words, he is a fake spiritual root, and his enlightenment was just an accident, so what he learned didn't work.

Zhang Linggu carved a thunder talisman with all his heart on the finished peach talisman, and then tied it with a hemp rope and hung it under the eaves. When he was a child, he wore the thunder talisman carved by Wu Jiuzi but never knew what it was. It is the best talisman he has carved, but unfortunately he has no Taoism on him, so no matter what he engraves, he has only the shape but not the meaning.

It's useless to carve something like this, but Zhang Linggu made it somehow, probably because he thought that if he couldn't come back, he would leave something behind anyway, even though it's useless, he can still play with Shen Xi every month... The years of cultivating immortals are long, and the life of a demon is so long, will Yue Chenxi forget him easily?

A few days later, Shengbei finally pulled out a carriage. Two huge wings were made on both sides of the carriage. The wings were made of special cloth material that glowed like pearls in the sun. According to Shengbei's arrangement, the wind Yulou sat in the carriage, and the eight disciples were separated on the wings on both sides, and let Fengyulou use sword energy to protect and fly to prison Longling.

Shengbei said proudly: "The wings will be retracted as soon as they hit the ground, and when they fall, they will make a bell in the wind, making sure that your appearance will be unforgettable."

"Exaggeration, get rid of it." Fengyulou was not satisfied at all.

Shengbei insisted: "No, my good brother, we can't lose in momentum this time."

Yuan Qi was also a master who was afraid that it would not be lively enough, so he leaned over and said, "Master Feng, we have even practiced the landing posture, so you let us go in this carriage."

Fengyulou frowned and didn't answer right away.

"Senior brother, this carriage is quite beautiful." Shengbei had a bitter face. He wanted to stay and take care of Yue Chenxi who was still soaking in the sea of ​​stars, and he had to guard the formation. Don't bother this brother Feng who doesn't like to go out.

Wang Linhai winked at Zhang Linggu, but Zhang Linggu hesitated and said bravely, "Master Feng, I also think it looks pretty."

Fengyulou glanced at him, then got into the carriage with great reluctance: "Let's go."

The dragon horse flew up with the carriage, and the wings on both sides of the carriage spread out against the wind. The eight disciples hurriedly jumped on the wings and stood still with the help of the wind-control spell hidden in their shoes. Fengyu Tower released the sword energy to protect them and stood firm on the wings In order not to be blown by the wind, the dragon horse spread its wings and headed towards Prison Longling.

Shengbei watched their shadows disappear into the sky, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally they are gone."

Wang Linhai thoughtfully said to Shengbei: "Do you know Zhang Linggu's birth date?"

"I heard that the spirit bone is an orphan picked up by senior brother Wujiu. I'm afraid it's the day when he was picked up. Uncle, what's the matter?" Sheng Bei asked a little puzzled.

"It's nothing..." Wang Linhai thought for a while and said, "If you have nothing to do, can you accompany me to pay homage to Wugui?"

Sheng Bei didn't understand even more, this senior uncle didn't seem to have any friendship with Senior Brother Wu Jiu, so he nodded and agreed: "I also wanted to pay homage to Senior Brother Wu Jiu for a long time."

The dragon horse drove the car for a long time and finally arrived at Prison Longling. From a distance, a large Taoist temple was built on the mountain, and there were houses scattered between the peaks. At first glance, it was a very popular sect.

In front of the mountain gate is a huge square, on which are parked the flying horse spirit pets of various families. There are more than a dozen disciples from Prison Longling who are in charge of receiving fairy families from all walks of life.

As soon as Ziwei Xingyu's carriage was in the air, it rang a crisp bell, successfully attracting all the attention on the ground. Eight teenagers fell from the two wings of the carriage, and separated into two rows in front of the mountain gate. .

Mo Wentian and Qu Zhenren, the head teacher of Prison Longling, fell from the mountain, and both of them had smiles on their faces: "Teacher Feng, please."

Both of them are one of the ten elders of Wanxian Sect. They came to welcome Fengyu Tower in person, and immediately made all the surrounding immortals guess the origin of Fengyu Tower.

Mo Wentian said kindly to Zhang Linggu: "Young fellow Taoist is here too."

Zhang Linggu saluted neither arrogant nor humble: "Hello, Senior Mo."

Mo Wentian seemed to like young people very much, he smiled and said to the eight disciples: "You guys came two days late, and you didn't catch up with the astrology conference two days ago. , do you all want to try it?"

Zhang Linggu shook his head: "I'm not very talented, but Senior Brother Yuan and Junior Brother Guo in the school have a lot of experience in astrology. They will go to try out the mysteries of Lu Zhenren's astrolabe."

Immediately, a disciple from Prisoner Longling came to receive him: "Students who want to break the astrolabe of my uncle, please come with us."

Fengyulou said to Zhang Linggu and Shangguan Li: "You two follow me."

Although he had already reached the realm of Yufeng, he took Zhang Linggu and Shangguan Li with him, threw out the sword, and followed Qu Zhenren and Mo Wentian to the main hall with the sword light.

Falling outside the main hall, Feng Yulou said to Shangguan Li: "You wait here."

Zhang Linggu's heart was pounding, but he still followed Fengyulou into the main hall.

There were four immortal cultivators standing in the hall, all of them were young and middle-aged, and the only woman among them was Qiu Rushi from Baiyun Temple, who was also an acquaintance of Zhang Linggu.

Mo Wentian thought that he and Fengyulou had met for the third time, and they could be said to be able to talk, so he introduced them to Fengyulou familiarly. Everything that can be said is here.

Qiu Rushi looked at Fengyu Tower with burning eyes: "Master Feng, we meet again."

Zhang Linggu frowned subconsciously, feeling that the female Taoist's gaze at Fengyulou was annoying.

Fengyulou ignored her, but directly put his hand on Zhang Linggu's shoulder: "Ziwei Xingyu has long since fallen, and now it is just a humble pheasant sect, who can make everyone hold on to it, it must be me." Three years ago, I took something away from Wuxin Temple."

Mo Wentian laughed twice, thinking that what the head teacher said was really light, the time when Ziwei star became famous all over the world and a large number of talents came out was only a few decades ago, and what he took away was not ordinary things.

When Zhang Linggu heard what Fengyulou said, his heart sank. Although Fengyulou said it before, he really said it in front of these people...

Fengyulou said: "Mingying gave birth to a stillborn child. Before she died, she made a sword from the stillborn child. This sword is currently stored in the body of Wugui's only apprentice. I have tried for three years and can't do it. □, whoever of you has the ability □□ give it a try.”

After speaking, he gently pushed the stiff Zhang Linggu forward.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Linggu, but this was not to make Zhang Linggu feel ashamed, but because he was pushed by Fengyulou, it felt like a baby bird was stripped naked and thrown into the eagle's nest With no shelter and nowhere to hide, it made him feel more humiliated than when he was in Wuxinguan.

Qiu Rushi was the first to stand up: "Then let me try."

She put her hand on Zhang Linggu's pulse gate, and injected a stream of real energy, and soon she was ejected by the demonic energy attached to the sword: "The demonic energy on this sword is so powerful."

This wave of real energy shook the monster energy on the sword, and also caused a pain in Zhang Linggu's back. Although the pain was short-lived, it seemed to gouge out his heart.

Fengyu Tower is really going to push him out as a living target...

Fengyulou said to Zhang Linggu expressionlessly: "You go out first."

Zhang Linggu didn't stop when he left the hall, he walked straight down the mountain, Shangguan Li chased him out: "Where are you going?"

"Leave me alone!" Zhang Linggu was full of grief and indignation, wishing he could run down the mountain immediately, from now on, even if he was buried in the mouth of a tiger, he would not suffer such humiliation here.

Shangguan Li was a bystander, she stretched out her hand and grabbed Zhang Linggu's sleeve: "Why are you crazy? Do you think that Master Master doesn't want

is you? "

She threw away Zhang Linggu's sleeve: "You really don't understand us sword practitioners. We have a character that would rather bend than bend. Master Feng has come to protect his weaknesses. How could he throw you to those people?"

When Zhang Linggu heard this, he held a heart that was almost shattered, and turned his head to look at her in doubt: "Are you telling the truth?"

"I heard Uncle Bei say that both he and Uncle Feng don't like to read books, but you see that Uncle Feng has been reading all the books in the library for the past three years. He must be looking for a way to pull out the demon bones for you. , but obviously they didn’t find it.” Shangguan Li said very quickly: “Before I left, I saw Master Feng and Master Uncle standing on the seaside of Xingchen for a long time, and I guess they were talking about you. It is also a helpless act to come here, presumably to let these people help you pull out the demon bones, but you also know that Master Feng has a temper that does not ask for others..."

So it is simply inferred that the demon bone on his body was made by the half-demon that the world of cultivating the immortals fears. Whether it is to prevent the rebirth of the demon or to kill the half-demon, I am afraid that the whole world of cultivating immortals will find a way to help him pull out this demon bone.

Zhang Linggu felt relieved immediately. He wanted to go back to the entrance of the main hall and wait, but he thought that those people in the main hall had bad intentions for him, so he didn't want to go back immediately. When he saw a side door next to him, he walked over. , unknowingly walked around the main hall to a small garden.

The small garden is surrounded by a few peonies and begonias. A stone table and chairs are placed facing the cliff. A chessboard is engraved on the stone table.

Zhang Linggu walked to the side of the chessboard, the wind blowing across the chessboard raised a fragrance of flowers, and Zhang Linggu suddenly fell into a trance in the fragrance of flowers.