The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 22 White Turtle Mountain (Part [-])
After leaving Rongshitang, Lin Yang didn't delay, and got on the bus to Baiguishan in the suburbs with his medicine bag on his back.

You can see the majestic Baigui Mountain on the map, and he suspects that if he doesn't go there sooner, he may not be able to find the best place for cultivation today.

After all, it is different from the previous life, the body cultivation base is sparse, without the ability to ride the clouds and fly with the sword, and walk completely on two legs, it will take a lot of time.

The green hills are winding, and the emerald greens are connected into one piece.This is Baigui Mountain, which is said to have dragon veins in the population of Los Angeles.

After getting off the car at the mountain pass, Lin Yang plunged into the mountain.

There is no shortage of people in this deep mountain where it is said that stone turtles have been infested for thousands of years. There are even concrete roads in some places, and a few small houses are hidden among the greenery, which adds a bit of popularity.

Carefully feeling the flow of aura in the air, followed and walked, I don't know how many bends in the mountain, how many miles to walk, spent a few hours, and finally arrived at the gathering place of the aura of the whole mountain before the sun set.

A deep pool with a radius of three miles, a vigorous and thick purple bamboo forest, and a winding concrete road leading to the distance, it seems that it is not unheard of.

The winding paths lead to secluded places here, it is quiet and peaceful, and it is most suitable for recuperation, relaxation and relaxation.

Lin Yang took a deep look at the pool of water, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. After hesitating for a while, he turned and walked into the purple bamboo forest swaying in the wind, found a clean boulder and sat cross-legged on it.

After closing his eyes for a moment, he opened his eyes, took apart all the medicinal materials he bought today, and dumped them in an open space on the boulder in front of him.

Then the tip of the thumb lightly stroked the belly of the index finger, and blood spilled out.

Lin Yang didn't hesitate, and pointed like a sword, drawing bloodshots, and quickly drew complex and complicated runes around the medicinal materials, with a sense of mystery.

After drawing the rune, he focused his eyes, and pointed to a point, his tongue burst into thunder: "Blood refines soul."

This is also the only alchemy formation he can use now.

In fact, the Taoism and immortality in the depths of the starry sky is not something that everyone can perform as imagined. Even a reborn person like him with thousands of years of practice experience must follow the inevitable law of the Tao.

Just like a car and gasoline, if there is no gasoline, the car can't move, it's just a pile of rotten iron.The same is true for Taoism and spiritual power. If the meridians in your body do not have spiritual power as the driving force, no matter how proficient your spells are, you will not be able to exert the slightest power.

Fortunately, he quenched his body with air in the struggle forest, and cultivated copper-skinned iron bones. The skin and blood contained a small amount of spiritual power. Only in this way could the start-up and operation of the alchemy formation be guaranteed.

As the royal order fell, I saw that the medicinal materials surrounded by the formation collapsed instantly, turning into pale blue light spots, and gathered into a naughty little dragon. After turning around Lin Yang's body, Lin Yang opened his mouth and sucked it. , swallowed into the abdomen.

Not daring to be negligent, he hastened to activate the refining formula in the 'Star Refining Art' to refine the medicinal power.

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Rabbit falls and Wusheng rises, Lin Yang practiced all night and still hasn't woken up.But on that winding concrete path, three figures slowly appeared.

One of them was an old man with silver hair, sitting in a wheelchair, the corners of his mouth were a little crooked, and his left hand was uncontrollably, pinching Qi tremblingly, looking sick.

Walking side by side with the wheelchair was a middle-aged man in his 50s wearing a gray gown, and the one pushing the wheelchair was the girl surnamed Zhao whom Lin Yang met in Rongshitang.

"Grandpa, the air here is fresh and the environment is quiet. How do you feel?" The girl surnamed Zhao pushed the wheelchair and asked the old man in the wheelchair with a smile on her face.

"Not good. Feels very bad!"

The old man squinted his eyes and looked around, snorted coldly, and tried to break the pinch with his left hand with his normal hand, but he pinched it again just after breaking it, and he tried a few times, but he was very angry.

"Mr. Zhao. Don't waste your time. Your disease is a very common senile disease. Now medicine can't solve it. It's useless to get angry. You'd better relax. After you finish taking the medicine I prescribed, I, Wu Dong, will guarantee you I can walk on the ground." Seeing the old man's movements, the middle-aged man in the gray cloth robe shook his head helplessly and comforted him.

"Wu boy, you really think of me as dementia, even if I really fell to the ground, it's not called walking..."

Before the old man finished speaking, the girl surnamed Zhao interjected: "What do you call walking?"

"That means there are many lice all over the body, and you are limping and throwing your arms." The old man rolled his eyes, as if thinking of the patients he saw in the hospital, he replied angrily.

The girl surnamed Zhao smiled when she heard this.

Even the middle-aged Wu Donglai in the long gown twitched the corners of his mouth with a helpless expression on his face, but he also knew that no matter which lively person got hemiplegia, he couldn't accept it for a while.

The three walked and talked, and when they reached the wide pool, the girl surnamed Zhao suddenly turned her head and looked around, and exclaimed, "There is a person in the purple bamboo forest."

This exclamation also surprised the old man and Wu Donglai. At five or six o'clock in the morning, is there anyone who wakes up earlier than them?

Immediately, they turned their heads to look into the purple bamboo forest, and saw a figure shrouded in white mist on a boulder in the forest, and the shadow could be seen vaguely.

But this white mist is too strange, there is no fog in the mountains this morning.

Only on the boulder is like a dome, there are layers of white mist floating and flowing slowly, and even in the white mist, there are some purple auras that continue to swim like small snakes, which looks really strange.

Wu Donglai was not like the other two, he was staring at the white mist, his brows were tightly furrowed, the light in his eyes was flickering, as if he wanted to recall the origin of the white mist, but he couldn't understand it for a while.

call out!
At this moment, the white mist suddenly rolled up, and the purple gas that was swimming in the mist layer suddenly accelerated, as if shrinking, and gathered towards the mouth and nose of the figure.

Lin Yang's figure gradually appeared in the mist, and the woman surnamed Zhao was stunned when she saw it. Isn't this the little liar I met in Rongshitang?

And Wu Donglai, after seeing this scene, was completely shocked in his heart, and finally remembered that this is a phenomenon that can only appear when advanced martial artists practice kung fu—gathering qi into fog.

Only the silver-haired old man looked at this vision in astonishment, not knowing what it meant.

"What a liar, I didn't expect you to be lingering, and you found this place, and you used this trick to cheat, didn't you, that girl will catch you back to the trap, and let you eat porridge for a few days .”

The girl surnamed Zhao walked out from behind the wheelchair, her pretty face was cold, she regarded Lin Yang as a liar who wanted to lure them into the bait by any means.

After speaking, she started to run suddenly, her slender legs swung quickly, and approached Lin Yang.

Wu Donglai, who was next to the wheelchair, saw this scene, his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly said: "Lingling, come back quickly, she is a master, don't be reckless."

However, when the girl surnamed Zhao heard these words, she smiled coldly. At the age of a high school student, this little liar is a master?How high can it be?With Miss Ben's ability, beating him three times?
She has been learning military boxing from her grandfather since she was eight years old. She has been practicing hard all the time, and she has also learned grappling martial arts for several years. She is also a rare master in the police station. How could she not be the opponent of this little liar?Mr. Wu is too ambitious for others.

(End of this chapter)