The only way

Chapter 592

After leaving for dozens of years, and returning to Taiqing Mountain, everything seems to be the same in a trance.

The main hall of Taiqing Mountain is very deserted on weekdays, even the first Zhenjun Duanyi of Taiqing Mountain seldom stays here, but today it is very lively.

Probably because Zhenjun Duanyi took his little disciple with him, and as soon as he left the main hall, he greeted everyone, and rushed back to Taiqing Mountain in a hurry.

Once on the top of Taiqing Mountain, there is no need for sound transmission, just a burst of drinking.

"My little apprentice is back!"

Lingchu, who was 90 or [-] years old, followed the master helplessly, listening to the little apprentice who was still shouting from the master, feeling helpless and warm.

Yuanying Zhenjun's clear shout naturally echoed all over the mountain.

The lotus pond in front of the main hall is filled with clear waves, and the green and pink flowers in the pond are swaying without wind, swaying and swaying, and the faint lotus fragrance permeates the nose, and a graceful figure looms in the center of the lotus pond, and the sapphire bracelet on the snow-white wrist is crystal clear, Holding a piece of emerald green lotus leaf in his hand, in the center of the lotus leaf is a round and bright drop of dew, revealing colorful splendor in the sun.

It was Lingchu, who was already in the middle stage of Jindan, and this time when Fenghe appeared, he keenly captured the opponent's figure, and at the same time felt the opponent's cultivation base.

Jindan Dzogchen.

Fenghe seemed to be aware of it, her graceful and swaying figure moved slightly, stepping on the water, her skirt swayed like blossoming pink lotuses, her snow-white cheeks were as pink and rosy as peach blossoms, her eyes were like water, like Smiling but not smiling, he looked Lingchu up and down.

"Little girl, I can't see you in the blink of an eye, but you are more graceful when you come out," Feng He directly ignored Zhenjun Duanyi, walked around Lingchu, brought a burst of fragrant wind, and finally stood at Lingchu In front of him, "It's a pity, this style of not knowing how to dress up is more like your master, but it's a pity for this charming little face."

This is the first time that Lingchu has been so close to Fenghe. The lotus fragrance that always accompanies Fenghe seems to be a little thicker, but it doesn't feel greasy at all. On the contrary, the thicker it is, the more exciting it is. feel comfortable.

And looking closely, Lingchu discovered that Fenghe's eye ends had extremely pale golden lines, which vaguely looked like lotus flowers. The swaying eyes add a very coquettish beauty.

It's just that, after decades of absence, Aunt Fenghe said such words, which really weakened the joy of reunion after a long absence in Lingchu's heart by eight points.

Feng He was very happy to see the helpless expression on Lingchu's face, smiled coquettishly, raised the lotus leaf that he had been holding in his hand, and shook it towards Lingchu.

From the middle of the lotus leaves, the crystal dewdrops that have always remained motionless flew out, and landed on Lingchu's eyebrows impartially.

The sudden dew made Lingchu subconsciously want to dodge, but soon realized that the person in front of her was Aunt Fenghe, and her master was still beside her, so she abruptly stopped her dodging movements and let the place between her brows It was suddenly cold.

"Aunt Fenghe, what is this?" Lingchu believed that Fenghe would not harm her, and that her master, Zhenjun Duanyi, would not let harmful things be used on her disciples in vain, but she still asked curiously. road.

Feng He squinted at Zhenjun Duanyi, and then at Lingchu, "Look, you have been a beginner for a few years, and once you go out, something happens. Wherever you go, something happened. Lingchu, this thing that my aunt gave you Ah, it’s a good thing, to bad luck.”

After finishing speaking, ignoring Lingchu's disbelief all over his face and eyes, he smiled, patted Lingchu's shoulder, and disappeared in place like a bubble. The lotus pond shook slightly, and then became calm again.

Zhenjun Duanyi also patted Lingchu's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Your Aunt Fenghe didn't lie to you. It is Wugou dew, neither rain nor water. The dew that condenses out of it is clean and clear, and after being cultivated by a lotus fairy like Fenghe, it takes a hundred years to condense such a drop, which is extremely rare and a treasure that can enhance luck."

luck?

The surprise in Lingchu's eyes was not concealed. When it comes to luck, it is most ethereal and elusive. It is an existence that is more difficult to determine than root bones. Lingchu has heard of treasures that can enhance luck. Most of them are from the Buddhist sect. Only a sect that specializes in moral luck can have it.

For example, the relics of eminent monks.

But such treasures as relics are the treasures of the Buddhist sect, so they can't be easily seen.

Treasures that enhance luck, if such treasures are revealed, I am afraid that Sanqing's mountain gate will be broken through. For a cultivator, luck is as important as the root bone. Sometimes, it is even more important than the bones. The root bone is even more important.

Because the root bone determines whether a person can cultivate immortality, and whether a person can have a root bone, who can say that there is no luck factor in it?

Therefore, in fact, treasures that can enhance luck are definitely more sought-after and rare in the cultivation world than treasures that can strengthen bones.

Zhenjun Duanyi looked at the shock on Lingchu's face, and he didn't need to think to understand why his apprentice was surprised, and immediately smiled, "Don't think too much, Fenghe's Wugou dew is very precious, but, The luck it can enhance is actually very little, and you have to understand that for a cultivator, luck is important, but what really matters is the self."

After listening to Master's words, Lingchu quickly restrained the shock on his face, and said with a smile, "I know, Master, but, why have I never heard of Wugou Delu?"

Fenghe's body is a lotus flower. Although he is not considered a monster because of the Sanqing Taoist sect, he still cannot escape his identity as a monster. However, when Lingchu was young, he had never heard of a lotus monster with such abilities.

"Didn't I say it? Fenghe is a very rare lotus fairy, not an ordinary monster race. Do you know why Fenghe can always live in my Sanqing Taoist Sect, and is also Taiqing, one of the three mountains? Or, you Have you ever felt a bit of evil spirit in Feng He?"

Lingchu, who asked several questions in a row, shook his head in puzzlement.

Zhenjun Duanyi looked at the green and pink lotus pond in the distance, and smiled slightly, "The biggest reason is that Feng He has cultivated a hundred years of merit before she became a human being. I can't say much about Fenghe's real body, but her human form is all created by virtue."

It is no wonder that it is not called the lotus demon, but the lotus fairy.

It was the first time that Lingchu knew this, his eyes sparkled brightly, and sure enough, his own sect was really extraordinary.

Aunt Fenghe, it's no wonder that she has been able to control all things in Taiqing Mountain for hundreds of years with the cultivation base of Jindan, and she really hides her secrets.

"Master, what about the cranes in front of our gate, and the fairy trees behind the gate?" Lingchu blinked and asked excitedly. She suddenly had a feeling that she didn't know enough about Mount Taiqing.

Zhenjun Duanyi choked for a moment, remained silent, and then said, "Little apprentice, is it so easy for you to think that everything is a spirit? Then you might as well go back and look at your peach tree. I think you may be able to raise the peach tree." Come out with the second Fenghe."

That peach tree?

　I originally thought that this chapter would be able to explain everything about Mount Taiqing, but I didn't expect that the elder brother and the second elder brother Sangzi Xiaotaoshu didn't appear at all. Sure enough, the prediction and reality are always skinny and plump.

　　
　
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