After wearing a book, I am a scumbag

In winter, it gets dark early.

Lin Qingzhou and his party walked out of the teahouse, and the street was already lit up.

The streets that were quiet during the day and few people were there, now became more and more people's voices.

Pedestrians, no matter men, women, old or young, each carry a lantern and pass by with laughter.

In the cold and unpopular street during the day, there are many small vendors, such as lantern sellers, sugar sellers, calligraphy and painting antique sellers, etc., and the shouting gradually increased.

Among them, small vendors selling lanterns are the most numerous.

According to the passers-by along the way, it turns out that today is the Lantern Festival here.

Countless lights are dimly lit, shining on the snow, adding warmth to the cold plain white.

It was the first time Lin Qingzhou felt such a strong atmosphere of worldly fireworks after wearing the book.

Walking along the long street, even though he didn't like the noisy and bustling atmosphere very much, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

After Lin Qingzhou and Wen Tang walked out of the teahouse for a distance, they suddenly looked back, and Han Qi, who had been following behind, was nowhere to be seen.

It was not all the way, and Lin Qingzhou didn't take it to heart, and continued to move forward.

Seeing this, Wen Tang was very happy, stepped forward a few steps, walked side by side with Lin Qingzhou with a smile.

Seeing all the lights in the world, Lin Qingzhou and Wen Tang found an inn to stay and rest.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they are the immortals of the Qingxu Sword Sect, with a glamorous appearance and superior to others.

However, in fact, both Lin Qingzhou and Wen Tang are very poor, they don't have much money, and they are very poor.

Most of the time, the monks practiced in their respective sects, except for the stewards who were in charge of miscellaneous purchases, they rarely went to Fanshi to trade.

Therefore, monks in the cultivation world don't care much about the accumulation of yellow and white things.

In order to save money, the two only found an inn that looked passable and wouldn't avoid the wind and snow.

Lin Qingzhou planned to only ask the shopkeeper for a room, the same room as Wen Tang.

It's only one night, and he doesn't plan to sleep, the bed can be used by Wen Tang to sleep.

He just found a place to meditate and practice.

Also pay attention to the movement of the chasing talisman, it is impossible to sleep soundly.

In this way, there is nothing wrong with being in the same room as Wen Tang.

It's really not worth wasting money.

It was just when he just opened his mouth to tell the innkeeper that he wanted to share the same room with Wen Tang.

Han Qi, who disappeared midway, somehow caught up with him, and suddenly appeared, and threw a bag of silver taels on the counter with an expression of displeasure, insisting on asking for three rooms.

Seeing this, Lin Qingzhou came to a conclusion.

Putting aside the grievances in his heart, he finally found out that traveling with Han Qi, in addition to improving the combat value of the entire team, has another benefit, that is, it is like bringing an automatic teller machine.

The three of them went to their own rooms under the leadership of the boy in the store.

Three rooms stand side by side.

The room where Lin Qingzhou lives is in the middle.

On the left is Han Qi, and on the right is Wen Tang.

The soundproofing of the rooms also doesn't seem to be very good.

Lin Qingzhou pushed the door in, turned around and closed the door, and lit the candle in the room with a trick.

Afterwards, the sound of Han Qi opening the window next door was heard very clearly.

This means that even the slightest movement can be heard between neighbors.

If there is something about farting and belching, the next door can hear it clearly.

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This is too embarrassing.

With nothing else to do, Lin Qingzhou put away his sword, sat on the bed, took out a Taoist book about talismans and spells from the ring, and read it attentively.

Before he could turn a few pages, there was a knock on the door.

No need to ask, Lin Qingzhou also knows who is outside the door.

When he turned the pages of the book, the sound of the door opening and closing from Wentang's side reached his ears without missing a single sound.

Wen Tang asked him if he was hungry, and wanted to ask him to go downstairs to the lobby for dinner.

Lin Qingzhou stated that he was bigu, and declined his kindness.

Wen Tang was slightly surprised when he heard that he was biguing. Few of the monks in the sect deliberately went to biguing.

Bigu takes too long, and requires strong willpower and endurance.

Wen Tang felt a moment of admiration for Lin Qingzhou in his heart.

I don't know when, Lin Qingzhou is gradually different from the past.

He is no longer like before, always keeping his eyes on Han Qi, and he is no longer always gloomy and walking alone.

He became calm and forthright, determined to forge ahead.

When I was on Fuyu Mountain, I was either meditating or practicing every day, or reading classics in Jiansu Pavilion.

Every gesture, demeanor and strength of character are very different from the past.

If Lin Qingzhou in the past was just a few stars in the dark night, she would be beautiful and not eye-catching.

The current him is that round of bright moon hanging high on a snowy night, with its brilliance flowing, he should not be underestimated.

Seeing such a change, Wen Tang should be happy in his heart, but a trace of sadness welled up in his heart uncontrollably.

Brother Qingzhou never looked at him more than before, but now he is finally willing to get closer to him.

When he was in trouble, he would lend a helping hand.

In my spare time, I play chess with him.

However, Brother Qingzhou also became more unattainable at the same time.

Lin Qingzhou didn't know the sorrow in his heart.

After Wen Tang went downstairs with something on his mind, he continued to read books.

In the room on the left, except for the sound of opening the window just after Han Qi entered the room, there was silence afterwards.

Probably he is practicing meditation.

The art of spells is not entirely used to kill evil and eliminate evil, and there are some interesting but not practical spells among them.

Most of the monks in the Qingxu Sword Sect are sword cultivators, and they focus on improving their actual combat capabilities. Those things that are used to increase the odds of winning in a confrontation between two sides are regarded as bells and whistles, and they don't bother to learn them.

Lin Qingzhou is very interested in this.

For example, spells that can rejuvenate a dead tree, spells that can make people laugh, and so on.

Lin Qingzhou was studying by himself, but he didn't realize that the night was getting dark.

Suddenly, there was a blushing voice from the opposite side of his room door.

I don't know if I didn't realize that the sound insulation effect of this inn is extremely poor, and the woman's cry did not avoid people at all.

The high-pitched place seems to have floated on the clouds of bliss, and the low-pitched place is like falling into an irredeemable abyss.

Mixed in, there was the non-stop creaking sound of the bed.

Hearing this, Lin Qingzhou blushed, and couldn't read the book anymore.

He simply broke open the window, jumped out, and stepped onto the roof of the inn like snow.

However, there were already people on the roof.

Han Qi was reclined on the roof with a flagon in his hand.

There was a lot of snow on the roof tiles, but he cast an unknown spell, and the piece he lay down on, the roof tiles were clean, and there was a thin layer of snow.

Han Qi heard the sound, turned his face sideways, and looked at him.

Now, he is neither advancing nor retreating.

"Come and sit." Han Qi raised his chin, signaling Lin Qingzhou to sit beside him.

Lin Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat beside him.

Han Qi handed him the jug, but Lin Qingzhou didn't take it, "I don't drink well."

It's a joke, he doesn't drink what Han Qi has drunk.

There must be Han Qi's saliva on the jug.

Furthermore, if you are drunk and accidentally spit out some mantras, you will definitely be punished by the spicy chicken system immediately.

Hearing Lin Qingzhou's refusal, Han Qi was not angry, but chuckled, "Are you afraid that you will belittle me when you're drunk?"

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Good imagination.

Lin Qingzhou said lightly, "No."

His stern and serious answer made Han Qi's heart inexplicably happy, and the corner of his lips curled up, "I'm just joking with you."

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Lin Qingzhou's face remained expressionless, looking down at a small piece of snow on the bottom of her feet, "Oh."

In the middle of the night in Cangxi City, the lights were lit up and it was quiet.

Occasionally, one or two dogs barking came from the deep alley, but there were no other sounds.

The sound of Han Qi wine entering his throat was very clear.

"Are you in Bigu?" Han Qi suddenly asked.

Lin Qingzhou was stunned, how did Han Qi know.

But then I remembered that there was only a thin wall separating the two rooms, so there was no sex at all.

He must have heard the conversation with Wen Tang just now, so he asked this question.

Lin Qingzhou didn't talk much, nodded, "Yes."

Han Qi: "There are two methods for bigu, one is to cultivate Juegu with the heart method, and the other is to use pills to assist with Jueli, which one are you?"

Han Qi talked a lot tonight.

Is it drunk?

But don't be drunk later, and come to trouble him again.

Lin Qingzhou thought.

As he spoke, he glanced at Han Qi, "Cultivate with the mind."

Han Qi's face did not show any hint of alcohol, he should not be drunk

"Well, well, the mental method of bigu is better than the elixir, but it is also more difficult and difficult."

Han Qi is also practicing bigu with the mental method.

It was mentioned in the original book.

But it didn't say how long it took Han Qi.

When it comes to cultivation, Lin Qingzhou is somewhat interested, and other grievances can be put aside first.

By referring to how long Hanqi Bigu took, you can roughly infer how long it will take you.

He directly asked, "How long have you been using bigu?"

Han Qi shook the jug, and said casually, "About half a year, I forgot."

It will take half a year for Han Qi, so he will need a little longer.

Thinking of Han Qi's ability to draw spells with sword intent, Lin Qingzhou asked curiously, "Is drawing spells with sword intent related to the realm of cultivation?"

Why, obviously he is also at the Golden Core stage, and Han Qi is also at the Golden Core stage.

It's just that one is the early stage and the other is the late stage.

The difference is so big.

Han Qi, "Drawing curses with sword intent has nothing to do with the realm of cultivation, but with the realm of sword intent."

The realm of sword intent

Different from some of Dianjianan's novels about comprehension and upgrading, although the novel of Xianjian Wenqing has the same cultivation background, it focuses on the love and hatred between the protagonists, supplemented by upgrading and fighting monsters.

Therefore, the setting in the article on self-cultivation is also really thin.

The classification of cultivation levels and realms is simple, just like ordinary cultivation novels, they are Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, Distraction, Mahayana and Tribulation.

In addition, many places are vague.

The concept of the realm of sword intent has never been mentioned in the book.

Lin Qingzhou spent a lot of time in Jiansu Pavilion recently, and mainly read books about the law of spells, and didn't read much else.

When Han Qi mentioned it, Lin Qingzhou was a little confused.

But he was too embarrassed to ask, since a sword cultivator should know this kind of question, and it would seem stupid to ask it.

Han Qi then said, "Only with sword intent in the Ming realm can one draw a spell with sword intent."

What is Mingjing Sword Intent

Do not understand.

Lin Qingzhou pretended to realize suddenly, "So it is."

He said again, "Then you are Mingjing Sword Intent"

Hearing this, Han Qi raised his eyebrows, "No, I am Guizhen Sword Intent."

Understood.

Judging by his smug expression, I'm afraid that Guizhen Sword Intent is higher than Bright Realm Sword Intent, which is more than one realm.

After returning to Fuyu Mountain, I must go to Suge to consult the classics first, and find out what the hell this sword intent realm is.

Lin Qingzhou thought in his heart.

He stood aside and thought.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a while, Han Qi suddenly opened his mouth and said, "I used to"

"what"

Suddenly, the voice of the woman opposite Lin Qingzhou's room soared to a new high, piercing through the obstacles and reaching the roof.

The walls of this inn are dirty, the stairs are old and rotten, and there are many holes eaten by moths. When the clerk led the way, he almost stepped on the air and fell into a mouthful.

Many tables and chairs are missing arms and legs.

Logically speaking, the quality of this bed should not be so good.

It hasn't collapsed after so long

The corner of Lin Qingzhou's eyes twitched, and at the same time, a wordless awkward atmosphere swung between the two of them.

"It's getting late, I'll go back first." Lin Qingzhou got up from the roof and wanted to go back to the room.

Right now, staying on the roof with Han Qi is a hundred times more embarrassing than staying in the room listening to live spring and palace.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Lin Qingzhou got up, Han Qi also got up and grabbed his wrist.

His blood froze instantly.

Looking back at Han Qi, he saw his eyes dimmed slightly.

Before talking with Han Qi, I lost myself to a certain extent, and even forgot who this person really is.

Lin Qingzhou's heart was beating like a drum, and there was a bit of guard in his eyes.

Seeing this, Han Qi quickly let go of the hand that was around his wrist.

Then, Han Qi waved his sleeves, and an orange lantern appeared in his hand.

In his sleeves, he actually hid such a big lantern.

On the orange lantern, outside the bamboo fence under the moonlight, a little boy carrying a lantern was looking down for something.

This lantern seems familiar.

Lin Qingzhou thought.

Han Qi made another tactic in his hand, and the torch in the orange lantern was lit, and he handed it to Lin Qingzhou's hand, "Here you are."

Lin Qingzhou didn't answer.

He remembered that when they left the teahouse just now, when they were walking in the street market, there were many lanterns along the way.

He saw that the orange lantern was very beautiful, and it reminded him of a poem he had learned when he was studying, "I know that there are children who pick and weave, and a lamp lights up in the middle of the night".

So, he took another look.

I can't say I like it much, I just took a look at it more.

At that time, looking from a distance, there were several puzzles hanging under the lantern, as if you had to answer the puzzles correctly before you could take them away.

However, what is Han Qi doing for him now with this lantern.

Lin Qingzhou didn't want to pick it up.

There seems to be another saying in Cangxi City that during the Lantern Festival, unmarried young men and women will give lanterns to their favorite people.

If the other party accepts the lantern, it means accepting the other party's love.

Han Qi probably didn't know.

However, whether he knew it or not, Lin Qingzhou didn't want to pick it up.

Lin Qingzhou opened his mouth, "I don't"

233, which has been forgotten for a long time, finally couldn't help but come out to be a demon.

Host, Lin Qingzhou will not refuse Han Qi's gift, be careful of ooc warning

Lin Qingzhou

When it's time to come, when it's not time to come, it's more diligent than anyone else.