Luck: Ordinary life player

Chapter 74 Supervision of the Elders (Two in One)

Giant bear country.

Johnson browsed the posts on the Internet and found that many people, like him, had encountered inexplicable and strange events!
but.

Jonson read all the posts and found that they just encountered a little weird incident, at most they were frightened, nothing happened.

only he...

Encountered really weird.

He wanted to cry but huddled under the blanket, not even daring to show his head.

Because next door to him... that weirdness fell asleep.

The devil who took up his grandfather's body and took it for granted that he wanted to understand the world well and lived temporarily in his house.

He didn't dare to practice the "Hundred Ghosts" recently.

The reason……

Jonson had a tough face.

Yesterday he originally wanted to practice secretly in his room by himself, and when he had achieved great success and reached the level of magic pills, he would immediately fly away!
Once he has reached the Magic Core Realm, the country will definitely subsidize him, so he doesn't have to worry about accommodation and meals.

It's just a small house, the devil wants it if he wants it!
The cultivation method of "Hundred Ghosts" is different from the previous "Great Ming Jing".

He needs to perceive the soul first, and then through the soul, flow the magic energy through several key acupuncture points according to the route in the exercise, and finally form a cloud of light blue energy in the dantian.

In this way, the soul will also be refined.

Instead of directing Qi to the dantian like the traditional way of cultivation.

It is the qi formed in the end, which is much smaller than the qi in the "Daily Meditation Sutra".

But Jonson could feel that although the air mass was smaller, the energy contained in it was colder.

Everyone now has the basic knowledge of cultivation, knowing that there is only so much air mass that can be accommodated in each person's dantian.

Therefore, this kind of small but more pure energy can also purify the soul. Almost all those who can perceive the soul switch to this method.

But just when Jonson was using his skills to sort out the magic energy.

His "grandfather" quietly appeared next to him.

Just staring at him quietly...

Staring at his throat...or...soul.

His soul trembled at that moment, and he almost lost control of the demonic energy, and became possessed!

He opened his eyes angrily.

He was sure that he saw it in the eyes of "grandfather", just like when he saw Pleiades grilling fish!

He... wants to eat him? !

The anger on Jonson's face has not subsided.

He felt humiliated.

He suppressed the trembling in his voice, and wanted to condemn the "grandfather" for invading privacy!

Even robots know how to respect the privacy of their owners!
The words that were spoken automatically became——

"You...why don't you rest in your room?"

Grandpa gave him a sideways look, and the anger on his face turned into honest fear.

The grandfather said lightly: "I said, if you help me resurrect, I will at least help you achieve the magic baby stage."

Johnson was stunned: "Ah? That doesn't have to be..." It's enough for you to stay away from me!
"The quality of the exercises you are practicing now is not bad, but you can't realize the potential of this exercise at all."

"potential?"

"Well, this technique is to transform the devilish energy into evil spirit energy, which is naturally able to control ghosts and control spirits."

"You mean..." I can control you?

In an instant, Jonson had a plan for a chicken thief.

Grandfather said indifferently: "You think too much."

"I can arrange a formation for you that is easier to absorb evil spirits, gather strange things for you, and help you practice."

"The stronger your soul is, the more they will obey you. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Jonson felt that his brain hadn't turned the corner yet.

He said in disbelief: "You just said... you want to summon Weird for me?"

Are you sick? !

He just wants to stay away from all this utterly unscientific stuff, who the hell needs calling?
There was a bit of disgust in the grandfather's eyes.

"You practiced the "Hundred Ghosts" and you are still afraid of ghosts?"

That look seemed to say——

Are you afraid of ghosts and still have the nerve to practice this exercise?
Jonson said stubbornly: "I usually practice well, and my cultivation base is considered high-level in our giant bear country. I don't think I need to arrange this formation."

Grandfather frowned, his eyes even more disgusted: "Then your country is really useless."

Johnson clenched his fists and said nothing.

There seemed to be anger in the grandfather's voice: "Practice hard step by step. With your speed, when will you be able to become a magic baby?"

Jonson was also aggrieved, what does it matter to you whether he can see the magic baby!
"You haven't even fully awakened your spiritual eyes yet. It's a shame that you are still on the fifth level of Qi Gathering after practicing for so long." Grandpa taunted him and said directly.

"Don't say any more words of thanks, and don't say any more words if you don't want to. I'm almost done for now."

Jonson: "..."

Since then, their home, including within a hundred miles around their home.

Never feel hot again.

Grandfather watched him practice lovingly every day, if he was slow or lost concentration.

From nowhere, a strange eerie sprang out, threatening him and threatening him.

"Not practicing? Then come and play with us."

Now, only the warm quilt can bring him a sense of security.

It was also because he finally broke through to the Yuan Condensation Realm that he was allowed to rest early today.

He didn't have time to watch the National Games live broadcast!

A few bean-sized tears dripped from the corners of Jonson's eyes.

A bony hand emerged from his bedside, and ruthlessly snatched his portable Starnet.

**
Summer.

In order to cultivate an extraordinary number of people, to achieve an extraordinary ratio of everyone.

Near the three heaven-level spiritual veins, those below the fifth level of Qi training are given priority to enter.

Even those whose cultivation level was below the fifth level of Qi training were reported by the neighbors and dragged to practice honestly near the spiritual veins.

Lectures and online courses on cultivating immortals abound.

The popular square dancing event has also undergone a sea change.

The uncles in the square stopped practicing health-preserving | gymnastics, and instead practiced various supernatural powers, or exchanged ideas on calligraphy and poetry with friends.

The aunts stopped dancing, but gathered together to watch the replay of Tianfuzong's lessons.

Sometimes I also follow the live broadcast.

Like today.

After asking Su Xing about his understanding of "The Anthology of Immortal Martial Continent Poems", Sect Master Qingyun thought that Su Xing could skip the stage of cultivating language sense.

"You are indeed very talented, but the difficulty of composing and appreciating poems is not the same."

"Some poems without a sense of Tao will not be recognized by the Tao of Heaven and given power."

Pleiades understand.

Doggerel will not be recognized by the Dao of Heaven, and it will have no effect when written.

"You can try to write an article first, and use this scene to express your thoughts." The suzerain gave him a question.

Pleiades looked at the scenery in front of him.

There are small bridges and flowing water, and there are trees lined with shade.

There are still a few plants that can be picked in his eyes.

There are a few sporadic bright red beans hanging on a few leaves.

His first thought was not poetry.

But...

Red bean juice, red bean ice cream, red bean cake and the like.

I haven't cooked for a long time.

Although you can eat bigu after cultivating immortals, people are born with a desire to eat and drink, so why should you wrong yourself?

You can also brush up the proficiency of cooking skills and herb picking skills.

Pleiades is ready to move.

The suzerain felt a little strange in his heart.

The eyes of my apprentice... It doesn't seem to be admiring, nor does it seem to feel any poetic charm.

The suzerain couldn't understand.

"Have you thought about what to use as the theme?" It's hard to avoid having no idea when writing a poem for the first time, so the Suzerain decided to mention the Pleiades.

Su Xing blurted out: "Just red beans."

The suzerain: "...Red beans? As a teacher, I'm asking you if you have any emotions in mind."

Su Xing also froze for a moment before realizing what kind of poem he should be thinking about now.

His eyes fell on those clusters of red beans, and suddenly he thought of Qianye.

If he was still following Qianye...

I'm afraid he just took a look, and Qianye would enthusiastically pick them all up for him.

I don't know how she is doing in Pojun Mansion.

But with Qianye's aptitude, he still has the only title of [Magic Saintess].

It should... have a good time, right?
The wind and dew gradually subsided.

The boy's expression suddenly softened.

The breeze blew over the leaf tips, and the red beans shook accordingly.

He started writing, and a poem came out spontaneously——

[Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches come out in spring.

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick. 】

He added the last full stop slowly.

In an instant.

Miracles from heaven.

Suddenly there was a strong wind.

The doubts and worries that Sect Master Qingyun had left before disappeared immediately.

The boy's clothes and hair were blown away.

But he didn't experience the slightest tingling pain, instead he felt bursts of warmth.

His spiritual power began to increase.

In the blink of an eye, the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen!
The gust of wind wrapped the piece of paper on which the poem was written, and it flew towards the clusters of red beans in front of it.

The red beans were covered by the paper, as if they had been cast with magic power, they swelled rapidly and merged with the surrounding red beans.

"boom--"

The wind rolled the poems and flew away.

Hongdou was finally overwhelmed, and a picture exploded in the air——

Qianye was blindfolded, practicing throwing knives.

**
Qianye was about to throw the last throwing knife.

The tips of her ears moved, and suddenly she heard a violent wind.

This had a great impact on her subsequent judgment.

But Jiang Kai didn't ask her to take off the blindfold.

She tightened the throwing knife in her hand, and could only discern more carefully the next direction of Apple.

Jiang Kai narrowed his eyes, looked at the changes in the air, and sneered.

He stopped throwing apples.

I didn't intend to use this thing to practice.

In the past, people practiced against birds in the sky.

But Qianye refused to strike, as if on purpose, and the accuracy rate was extremely low.

He had no choice but to switch to this ordinary spirit fruit.

The strange wind rolled a piece of paper and struck Qianye.

"Whoosh-"

The sound of breaking air came.

Qianye focused his attention and concentrated on shooting the last throwing knife.

The wind stopped.

"Cha-"

"Ding."

This is not the sound of Apple being pierced.

The last ding should be the sound of the flying knife falling.

Did she fail?

Qianye took off the blindfold and looked with a sullen face.

At her feet lay a throwing knife... and a piece of paper.

Qianye didn't pick up the flying knife immediately, but picked up the piece of paper first.

Seeing this, Jiang Kai sneered: "Qianye, you can't even poke a piece of paper, what kind of throwing knife are you learning?"

Having said that, he was actually very satisfied in his heart.

He just dictated to Qianye how to identify the position by listening to the sound, and apart from Qianye's lack of cooperation with the practice with living animals at the beginning, he was almost perfect after that.

Even the wind that contained Dao rhyme just now caused her to hit the eye of the wind with one blow, stopping the wind.

Qianye looked at the paper, and a few wisps of pink crept up to the tips of her ears.

That is a poem.

The handwriting on the paper is handsome and unrestrained, but with a reassuring magnanimity and righteousness.

The face of Pleiades was immediately reflected in her mind.

Strangely, the voice of the Pleiades came next to her ears.

The boy said to her with a smile——

"Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches come out in spring."

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

**
Su Xing saw that Qianye seemed to be able to hear, so he happily chatted with her one-sidedly.

"Qianye, this is the first time I've seen you wearing women's clothes. I have to say that women's clothes are more suitable for you than men's clothes. You are very beautiful."

"How was your life there? Your talent and strength are very strong. If someone bullies you and you can fight well, then you will be taught a lesson on the spot."

"If you can't beat it, you can write it down and tell me after the next meeting, and I will teach them a lesson for you."

"I have worshiped Sect Master Qingyun as my teacher in Tianfu Sect, and I am currently in class. I just wrote this poem."

"Well... for you."

"I also thought of many ways to cook red beans, but unfortunately I can't share them with you."

On the bright side, immortals and demons are still opposing each other, and the suzerain is right next to them, so it is not easy for Pleiades to point out Qianye's location directly.

When Sect Master Qingyun heard Su Xing's last words, his suspicions surfaced again.

Cooking...red beans?
Isn't this a poem about missing friends, why does it involve cooking.

Qianye in the picture quietly listened to Su Xing's chanting, and his tense little face had long since relaxed.

She responded subconsciously: "I... fine."

**
She still hasn't picked up the throwing knife on the ground.

The corners of her lips turned up slightly unconsciously, and all her confused and chaotic mood calmed down in the young man's warm voice.

Someone... is thinking about her.

He also wrote a poem for her.

She thought she had no literary talent, but when she saw this poem, she easily understood its meaning.

Pleiades... thinking about her.

And praised her.

Just perceiving these points, she couldn't restrain the joy in her heart.

Qianye gripped the paper tightly, noticed a tiny hole on it, and felt annoyed.

Her throwing knife should have hit, but it was bounced off by the paper after hitting.

Fortunately...the writing on it was not damaged.

Qianye's fingers lightly brushed the boy's handwriting, and he was suddenly taken aback.

The deep black color seemed to have suddenly dimmed a layer and became much lighter.

The boy's voice also disappeared.

Jiang Kai looked cold, and directly snatched the paper from Qianye's hand.

That shitty disciple of Tianfu Sect has come to mess with his disciple's Taoism again!

"Look stupid? You don't want the knife? Why did I tell you before, you are farting, right?"

Qianye picked up the flying knife on the ground, and then, he pressed his lips together and looked at him.

"Give me back the paper..." Her tone no longer hesitated and flinched, it was cold, as if ordering.

She naturally carried a chill when she spoke, but now she became tough again, matching her cold gaze, it was really hard to resist.

Jiang Kai snorted coldly.

Good guy, all the things you have learned are used to deal with the teacher, right?
He pinched the girl's chin and looked at the coldness in her eyes.

"He just wrote a broken poem, and he messed up your mood like this?"

"Do you still want to cultivate demons, compete for gold medals, and... survive."

Qianye turned his face away and broke free from his restraint.

Silent.

Sulk.

Jiang Kai endured and endured, so he didn't tear up the torn paper in his hand.

"If you catch up to his realm before releasing the gold list, I will give you this thing, and as a teacher, I will also offer you a few Wanli Sound Transmission Talismans, allowing you to communicate with him."

Qianye has only now reached Condensation Yuan, which is the foundation-building realm for immortal cultivators.

That kid wants a golden core.

He didn't believe that in just six days, Qianye could really catch up to him? !
Qianye glanced at him coldly, and responded directly without fear.

"it is good."

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