The only way

Chapter 270
The tent without Arlo suddenly fell silent.

There was only the occasional dim light of fire coming in through the gaps in the tent, and the faint Northern Wilderness dialect that Lingchu could not understand from outside the tent.

But these flames and human voices seemed to be separated by tents, as if they were close at hand, but also as if they were far away in the sky.

For a moment, the tent fell into silence.

And in this silence, an inexplicable panic grew, spread, and entangled in Lingchu's heart, almost making Lingchu, who was already seriously injured, worse again, and even breathing became a little difficult.

Lingchu wasn't worried about her own situation, she was thinking of those monks who had fallen into the collapse of space together with her in the treasure hall.

Lingchu didn't care about the monster race at all.

Liu Wuwu, Jiang Yanzhi, Yu Luoxia, who were acquainted, Lingchu was still a little worried.

As for the remaining disciples of the Chiyang Dao Sect, and behind Liu Wuyi, the female cultivator who seemed to be called Ruyi, Lingchu didn't even say a word, but only sighed.

Of course, these are not what Lingchu is most worried about. What Lingchu is most worried about is Senior Sister Zhantai.

After all, there are so many monks in the treasure hall, only senior sister Zhantai, a friend who has known Lingchu for many years, and a sister from the same sect.

She didn't know that when she recovered from her injuries and returned to Donglu, she would still see a few monks who were in the treasure hall back then.

I'm afraid, there are not many left.

Thinking of this, Lingchu felt a little melancholy, it really is that the world is impermanent.

However, Lingchu thought optimistically that Senior Sister Zhantai, who came from an extraordinary background, might have more treasures on her body than me, so it might be fine. Not sure, not only Liu Wuwu, but also Ruyi, who may be fine, and Jiang Yanzhi, they experienced some things together back then, Jiang Yanzhi's strength was seen in Lingchu's eyes, maybe he will be fine.

As for Senior Sister Yu Luoxia of Fuyou Palace, since she is an outstanding contemporary disciple of Fuyou Palace, perhaps she also has extraordinary means to protect herself.

Lingchu thought about the few monks he knew, and tried to think in a better way.

Some hope is better than nothing.

In the tent, Lingchu was lying motionless on the bed, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, his consciousness moved slightly, and he heard a slight sound of the curtain being opened.

In an instant, Lingchu withdrew his thoughts, and looked at the door of the tent with clear eyes.

And, the old man with white hair and stoop who came in at the door.

The old man was dressed in a white robe with lace and a white turban on his head. He walked in leisurely, looking at Lingchu with still bright eyes.

"Fellow Daoist is a monk from outside Shahe, right?" The old man said lightly, not in the dialect of the Northern Wilderness, but in the official language of the cultivation world with a mellow tone, which is what Aluo said, the upper reaches of the Northern Wilderness ethnic language.

Lingchu frowned slightly, Shahe?

The old man didn't know if he saw Lingchu's doubts, but he continued, "Shahe is the devil's sand that fellow Taoists often call. We local residents in Beihuang like to call it Shahe."

Seeing Lingchu's dazed expression, the old man said with a smile, "Besides Shahe, they are called monks, friends of Taoism, I learned the magic of immortality from the Shang clan when I was young, and I heard it from the Shang clan. "

"The people of the Shang clan said that beyond the Shahe River, there is a fairyland with high mountains, green grass, blue water, and if you take a breath in the air, it is a fairyland of spiritual power." Said the green grass, blue water, the old man There was no change in expression on his face yet, but when it came to spiritual power, the old man's eyes shone with a burning light of yearning.

Lingchu pursed his lips slightly, saying that was right and wrong.

Donglu is not a fairyland, it's just an ordinary land boundary, but compared to Beihuang, it really looks like a fairyland.

Fortunately, the old man didn't intend to get Lingchu's answer, but after falling into his imagination for a while, he asked again, "Fellow Daoist, are you from outside Shahe?"

Hearing the old man's question again, Lingchu blinked and nodded lightly and slowly.

She didn't mean to be slow on purpose, but her physical condition didn't allow it.

The old man also knew that Lingchu was seriously injured, and he didn't feel slow or perfunctory about Lingchu's slow speed. On the contrary, with Lingchu's nod, the old man showed a bright smile on his face, the corners of his eyes, forehead, and cheeks. Wrinkles bloomed layer by layer.

"I heard from Aluo that fellow daoist is called Ah Chu? Good name." The old man smiled enthusiastically. He didn't mention Lingchu's name, whether it was his real name, but directly recognized the name of Ah Chu.

"I am a priest of the Chishui tribe, called Sha Heng. I am the only monk in the Chishui tribe. People in the clan respect me as a priest, and fellow Taoists can call me Sha Heng," the old man named Sha Heng said very kindly at first. Introduced himself and asked Lingchu to call him by his name, and then he showed his sharp fangs, "I have heard a saying among the upper clan that for monks, cause and effect are very important, I don't know, This sentence, right?"

Almost at the moment when the old man finished speaking, a dark light flashed across Lingchu's clear eyes.

It seems that this old man chose to save himself and gave back the precious spiritual water to the clan, the purpose of which will soon be revealed.

The silence at the beginning of Ling, in Sha Heng's eyes, this is the silent acquiescence.

Sure enough, monks outside of Shahe paid great attention to this existence called karma.

Then, he took the risk of causing trouble, and the monks he saved would be able to gain something. This is why he hesitated for a while before asking the people in the clan to save Lingchu.

Looking at the surprise in Sha Heng's eyes, Lingchu's heart shivered slightly, and he secretly made preparations. If this Sha Heng made any excessive demands, Lingchu would communicate with Liuli Qinglian and fire out.

They couldn't agree on a deal, and they didn't know if they would make a move. The old man in front of him was only at the late stage of Qi training, and he was not Liuli Qinglianhuo's opponent.

Of course, if she can do it, then of course there is nothing wrong with it.

Priest Sha Heng took a deep breath, and suddenly stood up. The old man who may be seven or eighty years old, with his back bent, solemnly bowed deeply to Lingchu who was lying on the bed, with a dignified and sincere expression.

Obviously, he also knows the difference between voluntary teaching and forced teaching, and he also knows that he has just noticed a ray of pressure for a moment.

"Old man, I ask my fellow Taoist, for the sake of saving Chishui's life, I will give you a practice method!" Sacrifice Sha Heng asked full of expectation and anxiety.

He is a monk, and he can also practice the method, but he learned it from the superior clan, and he is not a superior clan, so naturally there is no free method. The family has banned it and cannot pass it on.

He wants people in the clan to practice, and he wants his granddaughter to practice, but if he wants to get the cultivation method, he has to go to the land of the upper clan. The cultivation methods of the Northern Wilderness are almost all controlled by the upper clan. .

There, people from other tribes can also seek from it, and even practice resources, but all those who come to the upper clan to study must sign a contract with the upper clan in the end, selling 30 years of life and life and death.

He didn't want, at least, not to have his granddaughter go through that.

Lingchu was completely stunned, isn't it just a way of cultivating mind?Although it cannot be given to those within the sect, if you rob a few more monks, you will have a rich stock.

For Lingchu, this request was not difficult at all.

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