Longevity begins with Gu refining

Chapter 10 The Scholar and the Banshee

While thinking about it, a young man rushed in from outside, "Mr. Murong, the Baili family's baby is about to be born, the elder told you to hurry over and prepare for the delivery."

Hearing this, Murong Lang quickly stuffed the metal book in his hand into the bookshelf, "Let's go, we'll go there now."

Murong Lang spread out his hands, a cyan wind spirit butterfly spread its wings, and a gust of breeze blew in, making his steps as quick as riding the wind, one step at ten feet.

After a few traversals, he ran across the ridge covered in black glaze, heading towards the village below the mountain.

Among the villages full of black glazed caves, there was a wooden house. When Murong Lang arrived, the villagers who were anxiously waiting outside finally got their savior.

"Mr. Murong is here!"

"Mr. came too timely."

Murong Lang approached the wooden house, "Has it started yet?"

An old woman said, "It will start right away."

As the midwife walked into the wooden house, Murong Lang flew to the roof of the wooden house, concentrated on waiting for the thunderbolts to land, and directed them to other places.

After half an hour, he finally heard a baby crying from inside the cabin.

Murong Lang raised his hand and threw a Thunder Gu into the child's father's hand, "Quickly let the child contract Thunder Gu!"

The child's father responded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll go right away."

The black clouds in the sky changed for a while, and a thunderbolt as thick as a child's arm crashed towards the wooden house!

The thunder butterfly flapped its wings on Murong Lang's chest, catching that bolt of thunder, and then led it to the black glazed surface in the distance.

After more than ten breaths, another thunderbolt fell from the sky, attracted by the thunder butterfly again, and directed elsewhere.

As thunderbolts fell, the babies in the wooden house cried louder, like ghosts.

A total of more than a dozen thunderbolts were attracted, the sound of the baby's crying changed from violent to weak, and Murong Lang also had a bad guess in his heart.

Three more thunderbolts were attracted, and no more thunderbolts fell.

Murong Lang could no longer hear the sound of the baby crying, he looked at the father of the child who was slowly walking out of the wooden house, holding a ball of black charcoal curled up in his hand.

Murong Lang didn't have too many fluctuations in his heart, just a trace of helplessness.

He has seen too many things like this.

Murong Lang said softly, "I'm sorry."

The child's father seemed to have gotten used to all this, "Mr. Murong, you don't need to be sorry."

"It's because this child's fate is so poor that he can't bear the gift of the Nine Tribulations True Monarch."

Murong Lang sighed, "It's time to go back and apply for Shui Lingjing."

In the early morning, Chen Qing steamed two steamed buns, ate them with pickles, and prepared to go to Elder Lingzhi to get work.

There are many people there, so you can get some news.

Sure enough, when he came to the gate of Lingzhi Garden, several senior brothers and sisters were talking about what happened last night.

The three Wuyoushan senior brothers were blatantly chasing and killing the evil cultivators in the square city, and they couldn't hide it.

"Have you heard? An evil cultivator came to Shanxiafang City yesterday!"

"Is there another evil cultivator here? There is only one, and I am really not afraid of death."

"What do you know, this evil cultivator is an evil cultivator of the Aurora Sect!"

"Ah, Aurora Sect, did they catch it?"

"I heard he ran away."

"Then what kind of cultivation level is the evil cultivator, and he can run away?"

"Run away under the siege of three Qi-refining seventh-floor brothers, what cultivation level are you talking about?"

Chen Qing thought to himself, then it is not possible to refine Qi to the ninth level?
It should be impossible to establish a foundation. If it is, then that evil cultivator will run after the three Wuyoushan disciples.

It doesn't matter if he ran away, but that evil cultivator would not dare to go to the Wuyou Mountain again in a short time.

As for his coming again, he usually wouldn't come to the foot of the mountain. The brothers and sisters living outside who specialize in martial arts are enough for him to drink a pot.

Even if that evil cultivator is arrested again, Chen Qing doesn't care.

Can you believe the words of evil cultivators?

And last night there were so many disciples of Wuyou Mountain in Fangshi, how could he be sure it was him?

They didn't know that Xie Xiu had given him the bronze ghost mask.

Feeling that there should be no problem, Chen Qing went to work after receiving the job.

I don't know if Honglian and the scholar have tried what they said.

Don't worry, wait half a month to find out.

In order to ensure safety, Chen Qing didn't take over the work at the foot of the mountain for the past few days, so he just stayed here in Lingzhi Garden.

After working for seven days, there was still no news. Chen Qing guessed that the evil cultivator must have gone far, so he started to take over the work around the mountain.

However, I still didn't go to a place far away, so I picked up work within ten miles nearby.

After saving materials for a while, the treasure of grass can be turned into a butterfly. This is the first time he has turned into a butterfly, and he doesn't know what to pay attention to.

If something unexpected happened, it would be a big deal.

Now Cao Bao is his wealth and life!

So after the day's work, Chen Qing wandered to the Fang City at the foot of the mountain, planning to buy some books related to Gu insects turning into butterflies.

This kind of thing on the street stalls is generally not reliable, they are all transcribed.

Transcribing is error-prone, and sometimes a word difference can make a world of difference.

He invested so much for Cao Bao, so naturally he would not save money at such a critical time.

So I came to the store specially set up at the foot of the mountain in Wuyou Mountain.

As soon as he entered the store, a senior sister Wuyoushan called him enthusiastically, "This handsome junior, what do you want?"

Chen Qing was never afraid of such enthusiastic female monks, after all, the object of their enthusiasm was her own spirit stone, not him.

"Senior sister, I'm looking for some books related to the cultivation of Gu worms."

The senior sister asked enthusiastically, "What type?"

Chen Qing said: "It's related to the butterfly transformation."

Speaking of this, the senior sister of Wuyou Mountain looked at him with some surprise, "Is the younger brother preparing the butterfly for Gu worms at such a young age?"

Chen Qing said: "Just to understand."

The senior sister didn't ask any more questions, and led him to the book pavilion, "It's all here, junior brother, take your time."

Chen Qing glanced over:

"Sword Gu Cultivation Experience"

"Gu Insects Turning Butterflies with Hundred Solutions"

"Wild Gu Insect Capture Essentials"

"Butterfly Transformation Special Explanation"

"Sword Gu Use Essentials"

"The Cultivation and Daily Care of Gu Insects"

Well, which one is better to buy, "Explanation of Transforming Butterflies" or "Explanation of Gu Insects Transforming Butterflies"?
Pick it up and look at the introduction, and the content mentioned above is different.

Looking at the author's name, it's the same person!

Write two books with one piece of knowledge and earn two copies of money, right?
Yu Daoxiong, I remember you!
Wait a minute, it seems to be Elder Lingzhi's name!

Unexpectedly!

Chen Qing secretly scolded Elder Lingzhi for not being a son of man, and paid the bill with two books in pain.

Ten low-grade spirit stones for one book, and a full 20 yuan for two low-grade spirit stones!

Forget it, for Cao Bao, this is the money that must be spent.

Back in his cave, Chen Qing lit the lamp and began to read two books carefully.

After reading it for half an hour, Chen Qing finally got a general idea, "It's not a waste of time, and the writing is quite detailed."

"In this way, the confidence of the grass treasure turning into a butterfly is even greater."

(End of this chapter)