At the beginning, I accepted the Empress as a disciple, but she turned out to be a rebel disciple.

In the middle of the night, there were a few sparse stars scrawled on the gray sky, and even the moon could not bear to disturb this extremely quiet world.

There was silence, but this bamboo house of the Xingyue Sect was still brightly lit, and the reflection of the pen passed through the window and reflected obliquely on the ground.

"Damn, I already knew not to say any door rules, but in the end it was myself who suffered." And what kind of broken table, so short. Luo

Qian was tall, and the bamboo table in front of him was no more than waist high, and he could only write on the table if he was bent over his knees, similar to walking on a horse.

There was a blank piece of paper on the table, and he held the pen, the tip of which hung in the air, and it did not fall for a long time.

On a one-size-sized bed on the side, a large white bird lay there with its paws facing the sky, occasionally humming in its mouth, as if it had eaten a roast leg of lamb that had been remembered for a long time in a dream.

This scene has been going on for half an hour, and before that, Luo Qian spent a lot of effort to coax Yiyi to the southeast, northwest, and inadvertently dunked a pot for her by the way.

After coaxing her to sleep, Luo Qian enthusiastically found paper and pen, intending to make up a so-called door rule.

First, as he said, the state has national laws, the family has family rules, and the sect naturally has to have rules. Now it is better to say that an apprentice is good, and when there are more apprentices in the future, the door rules are needed to restrain it.

Second, the water spilled out of the words he said, he has just established his image, he can't hit his face the next day. This is not okay, Taluo Qian has always been a person of promises.

Isn't it just a door rule, with his profound literary literacy and lofty spiritual realm, is it not done in minutes? Luo Qian thought so confidently.

However, half an hour later, the white paper on the table was still not stained with ink, and he did not write a word. After thinking for a long time, he finally realized that he was really not suitable for compiling articles.

It is not necessary to seek the pen to produce flowers, but to seek literary and logical understanding. Luo Qian sighed, and only then began to put down his pen and write on the paper.

Soon the white paper was overflowing, and a thousand-word door rule came out.

When he put the pen away, Luo Qian yawned and looked up at the window, only to find that the sky was getting white.

As soon as the sky broke, the morning mist like a rising tide put a layer of gray veil on the bamboo house, the clear bamboo leaves were covered with ice crystal-like frost, and the ink on the white paper was also wrung out by this coldness.

Luo Qian touched the side of the bed, intending to sleep for a while, but saw the stiff and peculiar sleeping posture of the bird, the wings were crossed, and the two paws were pedaling the sky, as if they were holding some kind of ceremony, and they lost their sleep when they boarded, and simply sat down and took out the reward of the system.

He took out the Emperor-level Essence Cleansing Pill and swallowed it directly, and the pill melted into his throat, melted into a ball of clear liquid and poured into his stomach, and then a steady stream of energy spread to the limbs and bones like spring water.

Different from other pills, it was originally created for the realm of refining qi, unlike some pills, the higher the order, the greater the restriction on the cultivation of the person taking the medicine.

Luo Qian closed his eyes and looked inward, guiding the energy of the Essence Cleansing Pill to wash his muscles and bones, unblock the blocked meridians, and the heat continued to escape from his body, he seemed to be in a Ding Alchemy Furnace at the moment, burned by thousands of degrees of Dan Fire, but an ethereal feeling rose in his heart, and the induction of Spiritual Qi seemed to be stronger.

This is the Emperor-level Essence Cleansing Pill, and it is really terrifying! Luo Qian gritted his teeth and endured the medicinal power of the Cleansing Pill painfully and happily.

Soon, the burning sensation in his whole body faded, Luo Qian slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a turbid breath, seemed to drain the accumulation in his body, and the spiritual energy continued to flow into his body, his realm was like a bamboo shoot that broke the ground in winter, and it continued to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye, climbing step by step.

Refining gas quadruple.

Refining gas fivefold.

Refining gas sixfold.

......

Practicing Qi Ninefold.

It was not until Luo Qian's breath reached the ninefold perfection of Qi cultivation that it stopped, and this was only the incidental effect of the Emperor-level Essence Cleansing Pill, what really made him care was that his whole body meridians were not only completely unblocked, but also expanded for several rounds, and the road to cultivating immortals was already open-minded.

If it is said that the spiritual energy is like a sea that cannot be measured, at this moment, Luo Qian's meridians already have some qualifications to weigh it.

After adapting to the skyrocketing realm, Luo Qian took out the White Tibetan Sutra and began to cultivate.

Legend has it that Bai Zang is one of the four divine beasts of the Desolate Age, the original ruler, and controls the authority of gold and earth in the world.

The White Tibetan Sutra is the main attack, and after cultivation, the power of attack will be greatly improved, and on the contrary, the defense will be greatly reduced.

Luo Qian followed the scriptures and practiced step by step.

......

Su Yingmo had a dream, and she had forgotten what happened in the dream when she woke up, but vaguely remembered that it was a very warm dream, so that she was a little reluctant to wake up.

She simply stretched her waist, rolled over from the bed, walked barefoot to the window, felt the arrival of the early morning, and let her slightly messy hair fall and be swept up by the breeze and slide down her cheeks.

The mist stained the mountains, the dawn broke, and the droplets of melted autumn frost dripped down from the bamboo leaves, hitting the gravel on the ground crisply.

There was no birds chirping and insects chirping, only an extreme tranquility, and Su Yingmo suddenly gave birth to a sense of the quiet and good of the years.

She has seen more beautiful scenery than this, whether it is the fairy mountain with the sea of clouds, such as the plane tree in the purple twilight, or the snow mountain that is difficult for ten thousand years, she has been there, seen, and never experienced the peace of this moment.

The girl watched quietly, and Ting's figure seemed to merge with this morning mist, until the mist was pierced by the light and dispersed by the wind, and then came back to her senses.

She gathers the dew of the mountains, washes her smooth body with the dew, and the spring and morning light leak together, or the most beautiful scenery in the world.

After drying his body, Su Yingmo changed into a clean white dress and walked to the opposite hall.

On the way, a large white bird stopped on the bamboo forest, shaking its head, as if observing the girl approaching.

"Tsk~"

After the girl walked in, the big white bird fluttered its wings, jumped down, and its claws and claws were very naturally and skillfully padded on the girl's shoulders, retracted its wings, and rubbed the girl's cheeks with its head.

The fluff on the top of Yiyi's head was extremely soft, and the face of the girl who rubbed was itchy, and she giggled and took the great white bird in her arms, gently kneading its body.

"Ding, tsk~"

Yiyi enjoyed the treatment of this envious person very much, and her head arched into the girl's arms, only feeling that it was full of elasticity, softer than a cushion.

"Bah, satyr."

Su Yingmo now believed that the cold silk stockings were sent by the big white bird in his arms.

The girl's hand passed through the thick white feathers of the bird, groped inside, and after a while, she exclaimed: "Yiyi, it turns out that you are a mother bird."

"Huh?"

The big white bird has no waves, and the eyes are disdainful, as if to say, you know?

Yiyi spread her wings and left this gentle valley without any nostalgia like a scumbag.

"Huh?"

Su Yingmo was stunned, and she hummed: "I don't know how to be a villain, and I will stew you next time."

After finishing the cruel words, the girl continued to walk towards the main hall.