The only way

Chapter 13

"I didn't expect that you could still see this thing in the mortal world. It's a bit of luck for you girl."

The old Taoist held the jade pendant given by Shen Rong in his hand, and his fingertips spewed spiritual power. He circled the jade pendant and threw it to Lingchu casually, "Here, you picked up the person, and the thing belongs to you."

"What is this?" Lingchu took the jade pendant and looked it over carefully.

The jade pendant is about the size of a baby's palm, the whole body is crystal clear, round in shape, and the rocks and bluegrass are carved with simple lines on it, which looks sparse and simple.

Lingchu turned it over and over again and couldn't find anything strange, so he simply used the probing technique to check, but there was still no fluctuation of spiritual power. No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary jade pendant, except that the quality of the jade is very good, and the carving is natural.

"This thing is called Tibetan spirit pendant, and it is a jade pendant made from the slough of the extremely rare jade creature. This kind of jade pendant is no different from ordinary jade pendants except that it is extremely hard and beautiful. The only one Its function is to store spiritual power." For the first time, the old Taoist felt a little emotional.

"Tibetan spirit pendant is rare in the world. I had one at the beginning. Unfortunately, I was blackmailed away." The old man looked up at the sky in confusion, remembering how many treasures he had mortgaged for a pot of wine back then.
At the beginning of Lingling, she ignored the melancholy of the old Taoist. The old man has all kinds of melancholy every day. After a few soft-hearted drinks, she has learned to be insensitive
Store spiritual energy?Lingchu studied curiously, trying to slowly submerge the spiritual power into the jade pendant. The submerged spiritual power did not dissipate, but was absorbed by the jade pendant, but there was no fluctuation of spiritual power on the surface.

It is indeed very strange.

The old Taoist who looked up at the sky waited for a long time, but found that no one was paying attention to him, he lowered his head and put away his expression, and glanced resentfully at Lingchu who was playing with the jade pendant, "The reason why the Tibetan spirit pendant is rare is because it can only be stored The spiritual power of the user's own self-cultivation, low cultivation, low storage, high cultivation, high storage."

In other words, with the spiritual power of the fourth level of Qi training at the beginning of Lingchu, the Tibetan Lingpei can only store the spiritual power of the fourth level of Qi training at most.

Lingchu nodded understandingly, and continued to ignore the resentful expression of the old Taoist, "Is there any limit to cultivation?"

Alas, unworthy descendants, the old Taoist burst into tears, "Of course there are, but you are still far away, brat."

After finishing speaking, Lao Dao disappeared in place, leaving only one sentence, "I want to eat grilled fish tonight!"

As the words fell, a grass carp that was still thrashing fell from the sky and hit Lingchu directly on the head.

With a black face, he cleaned his hair with the clean dust technique, and a thin vine was born to bind the grass carp. Lingchu put away the Tibetan Lingpei, and carried the grass carp into the kitchen.

Old children, old children, older children.

Cook sweet and sour fish at night, steamed fish, but not grilled fish!

The angry Lingchu thought of it in a fit of anger.

As a result, there was still a dish of grilled fish on the dinner table in the evening.

There is no way, who made her kind and soft-hearted, Lingchu ate sweet and sour fish with self-affirmation.

He Zhiyi and Shen Rong, both of them held back their smiles, eating steamed fish and white rice.

On the other side of the dining table, the old man looked at the grilled fish head with a dark face, and felt for the first time that the wine he stole from Lingchu's wine storage was no longer fragrant.
After eating dinner beautifully, Lingchu was not given a chance to use the dust purification technique. Shen Rong rushed to clean up the dishes and wash the dishes, but Lingchu didn't fight either.

Because Shen Rong got the job, his expression finally relaxed a lot, not as stiff as before.

This afternoon, Shen Rong originally wanted to clean the Taoist temple, but found that the Taoist temple looked old, but it was spotless.

Wants to help with the cooking, but can't kill fish or start a fire.

Although she has never washed dishes, she knows how to do it anyway.

Carefully, carefully cleaned the dishes, Shen Rong dried them with a clean cloth, and placed them neatly in the wooden cabinet.

It took half an hour to wash four sets of bowls and chopsticks, four dishes, and two large bowls.

After cleaning up the dishes, Shen Rong was already sweating profusely, and his clothes were a little sticky, clinging to his skin tightly.

"Sister Shen, the water is ready, if you need it, you can take a bucket back to wash up."

Next to it, Lingchu also boiled a large pot of hot water.

Although she is not affected by cold and heat to a certain extent, she can even use a dust purification technique to clean her whole body.

However, dust purification cannot replace the comfort of soaking in a hot bath, just like practicing exercises cannot completely replace sleep.

The pursuit of quality of life is still necessary.

So when conditions permit, Lingchu will choose to take a comfortable hot bath, add two drops of the fragrance made by Huanniang to the water, practice for a while, and then sleep comfortably.

Naturally, Shen Rong also wanted to take a bath, but he didn't expect that he was obviously older and had a lot of girls, so he had to rely on others for food, and for boiling water for bathing.

It's really embarrassing and ashamed.

"By the way, Sister Shen, do you need me to lift it in for you? It's very heavy, and you're still pregnant." Lingchu thought for a while, and decided to send the Buddha to the west, and simply help to the end.

How dare he ask a child so much younger than him to help carry such a heavy thing? Shen Rong, who felt that he was an adult, was about to shake his head and refuse when he saw the little girl who had just reached his waist, holding a wooden bucket full of The hot water, like walking on flat ground, stepped out the door with ease.

In the wooden barrel, there was no splash of water.

Natural power? !
Shen Rong was shocked.

Helping Shen Rong pour hot water, Lingchu also quickly put hot water for himself, just wanting to take a comfortable hot bath.

It doesn't matter how much shock he caused Shen Rong.

Not to mention how difficult it was for Shen Rong to fall asleep on the first night in Taoyuan Temple, and his thoughts were surging.

The three people in Taoyuan Temple meditate, those who drink alcohol drink, and those who sleep sleep.

On the second day, it was sunny, cloudless, and the sky was shining.

When Lingchu woke up, he doubted life.

Instead of a warm bed underneath, it was moist soil.

It is not surrounded by white-walled houses, but lush woods.

It is not the mooing of rhubarb in my ears, but the chirping of insects and birds.

He reached out and pinched his thigh.

hiss!pain!
Lingchu rubbed his thighs with a bitter face, he was not dreaming.

Don't panic!Getting up from the ground, Lingchu first used a cleansing technique to clean up the dirt on his body, and then looked around with a vigilant but blank look.

This is not Taoyuan Mountain.

There are also dense forests in the back of Taoyuan Mountain, but the trees are generally only three or four meters high, and the trees here, at a glance, are no less than seven or eight meters high.

In the end what happened?
Lingchu didn't dare to wander around, only dared to stay where he was.

One stick of incense, two sticks of incense...

The old Taoist and others hiding in the tree were all sleepy, and the girl below didn't see a move.

"Smelly girl! You have to take two steps!" The old man couldn't bear it anymore and said.

The voice seemed to come from all directions, and it was hard to tell where the person was.

Lingchu put away his meditation posture, straightened his back, and looked around with piercing eyes.

"Old man!"

The language contains surprise, and gnashing of teeth.

"Ahem! Girl! Building a car behind closed doors is not an option. A monk fights against the sky, fights against the earth, and is also an enemy of all things! Only cultivation is not enough."

It is rare for the old Taoist to speak seriously, "Girl, you have practiced for so long, let alone fighting with people, you have never even seen a monster, let alone spiritual grass and elixir."

Lingchu didn't refute, and most of the depression and anger of being thrown into the forest when he woke up dissipated.

The end of the paper is so shallow that I know that this matter must be carried out.

This line of poetry suddenly appeared in Lingchu's heart. Although the purpose is different, the meaning is the same. The old-fashioned words are not unreasonable.

"So today, your task is to kill a monster, or pick three high-grade elixir, when will you finish it, and when will you go back."

(End of this chapter)