My magic weapon is the computer

Bei Zhushu died unbelievably, because of the spiritual pet contract, she didn't have time to make even the slightest act of resistance before she died.

Bei Zhushu didn't understand why this happened until she died. Lin Zhuowen gave her so many spirit stone elixirs. Lin Zhuowen valued her ability very much and wanted to train her to be her helper, but she didn't know that Lin Zhuowen She pays more attention to her bloodline. After obtaining the magical ability to penetrate wood by taking the demon red refined from Teng Jiu's blood, Lin Zhuowen has already decided on Bei Zhushu's final destination, or in other words, Lin Zhuowen has been waiting for this day for a long time up.

Mirage shells are not uncommon in the Crystal Palace, but they are extremely rare in the world of cultivating immortals outside. At least Lin Zhuowen has never seen other mirage shells except Bei Zhushu, and mirage shells have existed tens of millions of years ago, but It is said to be a very ancient and long-standing species. Although it has the characteristics of "refinement and incomprehensibility", it must have its own merits to be considered as a spiritual pet by the No. 1 Xuanji in the world of cultivating immortals at that time.

Although I still don't know what I can get from Mirage Bei's blood, but these are enough for Lin Zhuowen to gamble. What's rare is that this Bei Zhushu is still a five-line full spiritual root, which is just right for Lin Zhuowen now. For the fourth level of cultivation, Lin Zhuowen also thought about whether the little demon shell should be used as a reserve resource for future cultivation of the fifth and sixth levels, but after thinking about it, he gave up this idea, because all five systems It is too expensive to cultivate spiritual roots, not only resources, but also time. It is not known how long it will take for Bei Zhushu to advance to the fifth-level monster. Lin Zhuowen doesn't think the investment is worthwhile.

In short.With Bei Zhushu's blood, Lin Zhuowen can continue to practice again, but he doesn't know where to find the monster blood needed for the next level. You must know that the level of monsters needed in the future will be higher, and high-level monsters will need more blood. Beasts with spiritual roots of five lines are extremely rare. After the restoration of the fairy net, the task of buying fresh corpses of high-level monsters with all attributes of five lines at a high price has been pending. Beasts are so rare.

Well.Don't say anything unbearable.From Lin Zhuowen's point of view, he didn't have any psychological burden to attack Bei Zhushu. If he hadn't been lucky enough at the beginning, his body would have been completely controlled by Bei Zhushu now.She can only become a prisoner imprisoned in her body.Or she will be directly made into a lunatic and fool.Compared with the methods that Bei Zhushu once wanted to use on him, Lin Zhuowen felt that he was very kind to let her die so happily.

Although having Mirage Shell Demon Red can improve his strength a little bit, he still hasn't thought of any solution to the problem that he has few spirit stones left.I was restless and bored in the cave, so I simply moved a deck chair to bask in the sun at the entrance of the cave. It was the rising sun at this time, and the sun was shining on my body with a hint of warmth, which made people feel very comfortable.

A few early birds were looking for food, and the birds in this mountain were not afraid of strangers, and one even fell directly on Lin Zhuowen's head, wanting to see if there was something edible hidden in his hair, Lin Zhuo Wen laughed in his heart, what a stupid bird, for some reason, his mood suddenly improved a lot, he took out a bamboo flute and played it, this bamboo flute was made when he was just out of the stormy sea area with the stupid girl Zhu'er.

The sound of the flute is as clear as birdsong. In the morning when the dew is not yet dry, it ripples around like invisible ripples, awakening the low-hanging grass leaves and the hazy mountains, making the spring water jingle like The bell makes the trees stretch against the wind, and everything seems to be different in the sound of the flute, and even the stubborn stone that has not changed for thousands of years is dyed with a pleasant luster. [

Is the sound of the flute making the world different, or is the world already so lively, and the sound of the flute just lifted the layer of tulle in front of my eyes?

Lin Zhuowen was in a depressed mood and wanted to play a soothing song, but he didn't want the sound of the flute to lead him into another world. Lin Zhuowen thought all this was beautiful, so he simply closed his eyes and let the melody under his lips rippling at will. Then it melts into this living world, and the sound of the flute seems to become its own language, a universal language. Lin Zhuowen uses the sound of the flute to connect with the world to communicate with all things, share their joy, share their sorrow, or listen to their stories, remembering their experiences.

It's just that no matter which one, it seems that it can become a clear spring, flowing through Lin Zhuowen's heart, and taking away Lin Zhuowen's irritability and depression. While sharing their mood, they also share their own depression. Continuing, Lin Zhuowen's heart gradually became calmer, and his state of mind became more and more pure, as if a clear lake could penetrate the bottom at a glance.

At some point, the sound of the flute stopped, Lin Zhuowen slowly put down the flute, and slowly opened his eyes, as if he had just gone through a magical journey, and there was something unclear in his heart, but it was very comfortable.

I felt like I was back in my body again, everything around me was quiet, but there were dozens of birds staying on my body and around me, and they flapped their wings and flew away after my music ended.

Lin Zhuowen, who was in a good mood, didn't bother to distinguish whether these birds stopped here because they admired his flute, or were tricked by the bird-like sound in his flute. When he lowered his head, he saw the ground not far in front of him. There was one person sitting cross-legged, an old man.

Generally, words like gray hair and beard are used to describe old people, but the old man in front of Lin Zhuowen has white hair and beard. Yes, it is snow white. A kind of white that exudes silvery luster, each strand seems to be full of energy and vitality, which is completely different from the whiteness of the old man's hair and beard because of the loss of vitality.

The first impression the old man gave Lin Zhuowen was that he was an old man with a big white beard, because the old man's beard was extremely long, and when he sat cross-legged, it spread directly on the ground, like a snow-colored waterfall flowing down from a peak.

The complexion of the old man with the big white beard was rosy and smooth, without the slightest wrinkle, just like a newborn baby. If his hair and beard were hung clean, he would definitely be regarded as a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old or even younger.

Lin Zhuowen didn't disturb the old man, but got up gently and returned to the cave, because the old man was practicing. Although he didn't know why the old man suddenly ran to his cave to practice, but he thought it should be the same as the one he had just done. The sound of the flute has something to do with it.

Lin Zhuowen didn't dare to disturb the old man, let alone drive him away, because Lin Zhuowen knew that the old man was not an ordinary person only because of the aura that emanated from the old man. According to Lin Zhuowen's knowledge, even a cultivator at the Jindan stage would never reach this height. Lin Zhuowen is [-]% sure that this old man should be a monk at the Nascent Soul stage, perhaps not just at the Nascent Soul stage.

ps: Don't wait, everyone, I can only update again today... I'm really sorry