Immortal Journey

Chapter 33 The Secret of the Xuanbing Needle
After leaving Tongbaozhai, Ren Ling quickly boarded the Feiyunzhou and returned to the low cliff of Lanxiu Peak, then slipped into the Moyu Stream.
The stream is quiet, and since the eggs laid by Moyu have recently become chrysalis, she has been guarding them all the time, and by the way, the group of butterflies who respect Moyu are also much lazy, and most of the time they just take a pair of eggs. Chi Chi is by Mo Yu's side, waiting for the day when the little butterflies break out of their chrysalis.
Ren Ling looked at the side of the stream with concern, saw that it was the same as usual, then turned and entered the wooden house.
Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Ren Ling first calmed down and calmed down. After about a quarter of an hour, he slowly opened the wooden box in front of him, looked calmly at the Xuanbing needle in the fleece, and calmly opened the gift The velvet bag, picked up the jade slip in the bag and put it between the eyebrows, read it with a ray of spiritual consciousness.
At the beginning of the jade slip, it introduced the ins and outs of the Xuanbing Needle. Sure enough, as the disciple said, the Xuanbing Needle was refined from Xuanbing by a monk in the alchemy stage. The achievement of the high-grade spiritual weapon was destroyed into a middle-grade magic weapon. The monk felt very sorry for this, and he did not hide his regret in his words. Ren Ling laughed when he saw this. She did feel lucky.
The alchemy cultivator expressed his great admiration for the Xuanbing Jing between the lines, so he did not completely abandon the useless Xuanbing Needle. Needle researched a lot, so recorded 28 sets of formations in the Jade Slips.
The first nineteen sets of formations are the easiest for monks in the Qi training period. After reading carefully, Ren Ling found that most of the formations have been included in it, and the remaining small parts should have similar effects at first glance.
The next nine sets of formations were created by the alchemy cultivator himself. The formations are relatively more complicated than one level, and the requirements for spiritual power control are also quite high, but in this way, their power is far from the previous nineteen sets of formations. The method can be compared. After carefully describing the key points of the formation of the nine sets of formations, the monk said that the nine sets of formations require a strong spiritual consciousness to a certain level to be able to use them. It is normal for disciples to have limited cultivation during the Qi training period.
At the end, the monk recorded a short sentence: If you can find the Wannian Spiritual Milk or the Tears of the Divine Bird to soak this set of Xuanbing Needles, it may be able to advance back to the flow of spiritual weapons.
"Ten thousand years of spiritual milk, tears of gods and birds?" Ren Ling shook her head, she had never heard of these two things, thought for a moment, put away the jade slips, and prepared to start refining the Xuanbing needle.
Driven a wave of spiritual power and rolled one of the black ice needles into the air, Ren Ling closed his eyes tightly, separated a ray of spiritual consciousness to surround the needle, and then continuously converted the water spiritual power into ice spiritual power, pouring it into it bit by bit. Go to the Xuanbing Needle for refining.
Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.
Ren Ling, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, suddenly opened his eyes, took out a jade box, withdrew his spiritual power and placed the Xuanbing needle in it, only to see that the originally obscure Xuanbing needle looked completely black against the pure white jade box , the front half of the needle is faintly surrounded by a layer of light blue light.
After putting away the Xuanbing needle, Ren Ling relaxed and softened his body, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and sighed in a low voice, "The refinement of this Xuanbing needle is not easy!"

Even when all the spiritual power in her body is exhausted, she can only refine about [-]% of one needle. It will take some effort to refine this set of needles.
"It's almost time for herbal medicine class." Ren Ling gathered his spirits and hugged him together, "I'll recover my spiritual power first, it's not good to be late."

Two quarters of an hour later, Ren Ling rushed to the docking platform where the Feiyun boat was docked, and quickly boarded the Feiyun boat that was about to fly away. Before he had time to rejoice that he had caught up, his mind was filled with frustration.
She silently settled her body, and gently, very gently, trying to hold back all her breath, she moved towards the stern of the boat, one step, two steps, three steps...

"Senior Sister Ling!"

Qingyue's pleasant voice stopped her in her tracks, Ren Ling's whole face was wrinkled into a ball, her desire to be ignored was broken again, and after sighing sadly from the bottom of her heart, she turned around, smiled stiffly and waved her hand. Waving his hand, "Junior Brother Zhong, what a coincidence, hehe..."

"Of course it's a coincidence." Zhong Yu threw off the dozen or so female disciples who surrounded him, and walked quickly to Ren Ling's side, looking at Ren Ling intently with his deep and charming black eyes, "Junior brother has been waiting for senior sister here for a long time."

Waiting...? Ren Ling gritted his teeth, and grinned open the snow-white braided shell with a smirk, "That's really helpful, Junior Brother, why don't we go to the stern of the boat to blow some air?"

Zhong Yu looked at the white jade-like teeth reflecting the glint of light amusedly, and replied kindly, "It's better to obey orders than to be respectful!"

The two walked away slowly, Ren Ling endured the discomfort of being killed by dozens of eyes on his back, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice,
"Didn't you tell me to pretend you didn't see me?"

Zhong Yu shrugged his shoulders, hooked the corner of his mouth, and showed a harmless smile, "It's those teachers and sisters who yelled when they saw you. I think I can't do anything if I pretend."

"You!" Ren Ling continued to grit his teeth, and could almost hear the rattling sound between his teeth, "Forget it." It was because she came late today, otherwise Zhong Yu would be so lazy that he would have to take the last Feiyun boat character, it is not difficult for her to avoid it, just pay more attention next time.
Zhong Yu's popularity among the female disciples was increasing day by day, so much so that both Ren Ling and Huang Hetian were quite afraid of going with Zhong Yu, Huang Hetian was better, at most it was when Zhong Yu was surrounded by Yingying Yanyan. Ren Ling was not so lucky. The female disciples who were infatuated with Zhong Yu all had inexplicable hostility towards her. They would often use spiritual power to hurt her while surrounding Zhong Yu, and some even directly He greeted her with the attack talisman, causing her first reaction to hide when she saw Zhong Yu.
"Ugh…"

A resentful sigh drifted past his ears, Ren Ling turned his head to look at Zhong Yu strangely, and asked, "Junior Brother Zhong, why are you sighing?"

"Isn't it that you and He Tian disliked me?" Zhong Yu looked melancholy, holding his heart in his hands and staring at Ren Ling mournfully, "You all abandoned me and let me be suffocated to death by those stinky powder."

Ren Ling was tongue-tied and patted his arms to shake off countless goosebumps. Junior brother Zhong had a weird temper when we first met, and it became even more... weird when we got acquainted. She often couldn't tell whether he was close to her or alienated. , Is it annoying, or is it a habit, in short, he seems to have many different faces, and it is often difficult for Ren Ling to adapt, just like the expression of this abandoned woman now, she doesn't know how to deal with it.
Thinking that he thought of the word "abandoned woman" in his mind, Ren Ling couldn't help but chuckled, and joked, "Junior Brother Zhong, first, it's not me and Junior Brother Huang who abandoned you, it's because you are so popular. It's not the stinky powdery smell, it's the unique fragrance after practicing Yin-Yang Kung Fu."

"Xiang?" Zhong Yu made an unbearable expression, then leaned down and sniffed Ren Ling's shoulder, "Senior Sister Ling, you are called Qingxiang, they are really vulgar."

(End of this chapter)