Cultivation Is Like This

   Chapter 457 Excessive blood loss, some losses

  It's over.

  Lu Bei hugged She Hean and leaned against the water. The latter's blue silk was coiled on the back of his head, hanging down a few messy strands. His chin was on Lu Bei's shoulder.

   It was not a beautiful encounter, but now that I think about it, there is actually a little more sweetness.

  Shoot!

   The sound of flipping the book sounded, She Chang found a comfortable position in Lu Bei's arms and raised his eyes slightly.

  The unsightly books only made her eyes widen, and she could understand why everyone didn't have much knowledge and why Lu Bei knew so much. It turned out to be secretly making up lessons.

   "Bah, nasty." She Chang covered Lu Bei's eyes to prevent him from looking, and took the opportunity to sneak a few glances.

   "The benevolent sees benevolence, and the lustful sees lust. In Lu Mou's eyes, it is clearly the upper class."

  Lu Bei said righteously: "And the source is also very high-class, the royal family secret, the old Zhu family relies on this treasure to thrive."

   "Don't try to lie to me!"

  Shechang's face flushed, he raised his hand and put it under the water, grabbing the evidence that Lu Bei couldn't argue with.

   Still the same sentence, the grappling technique you just learned, can you suffer this grievance?

  …

  The tide of the Spring River flows to Hangu, and the clouds and clouds are flying and the mist is rising. Tiangong seemed to have thunderous anger, and he was in a state of stunned sleepless nights.

  Suddenly, a lone sail came to ride the wind, and Bailian raced the waves to step on Qianchuan. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains have changed in color, and the moon is invited to turn the clouds and see the blue sky.

  …

   In the past few days, there has been some unrest on Sanqing Peak.

  What is the three poles in the sun, prosperous, and lying on the side of the couch, how can others be snoring and sleeping... The original meaning can be extended here, and the originally scarce spiritual energy has also been infected with the smell of dog food, which is sweet and sweet.

  Elder She is nourished by love, and his beautiful appearance is better than before. Anywhere is good, but the master is suffering, day and night to subdue demons and subdue demons, and when I look at it suddenly, I am only a little thin.

  Lu Bei is also very helpless. He is good at everything, especially with a good heart and does not understand what rejection is.

   It wasn't until the Golden Scale Snake woke up that he forcibly interjected and beat Elder She aside.

  The little golden snake was coiled on top of Lu Bei's head. Whenever She Hen approached, he raised his head and hissed, ready to pounce.

   The reason why she occupied Lu Bei was to persuade the sect master not to indulge in the beauty of the demon girl, and secondly, to use the congenital Qi to refine Qi for her own use.

   Innate Yiqi can refine Qi Luck. This is the first time Lu Bei heard about it. Because it is the innate supernatural power of the Golden Scale Snake, he tried several times without success.

The golden-scaled snake got the Qi Yun Dragon Vein, and it was still that little snake. It had never mutated in the direction of the Divine Dragon, but she refined the Spirit Vein, which greatly reduced the transformation process, refining Qi Yun for her own use. A cloud of celebration will emerge.

   is an auspicious snake.

   To put it bluntly, luck suppresses a teaching, it can be used as a mascot for protecting the mountain, and the luck is on the watch. If you walk and fall in the secret realm, you can knock out a magic weapon.

  Because She and She are indistinguishable from each other, the refined spiritual energy and Qingyun can be shared, which promotes She Hean's practice to speed up.

  Lu Beiju and She Yanshuangxiu shared some of the spiritual energy and pushed the main practice to operate on its own. Qing Yun should not think about it, the luck attribute is unstoppable, he can only put the golden scale snake on top of his head and pretend that he is lucky.

  The golden-scaled snake is very protective of food, and She Hen couldn't find a chance to entangle anyone, so he calmed down after two days. The idea of ​​love between men and women moved aside, remembering that he was still a monk, and decided to retreat tomorrow, and cook goose for Lu Bei again today.

   Tomorrow after tomorrow, under the urging of Lu Bei, they both retreated that night.

  Lu Bei took the opportunity to follow up, desperately rubbing his spiritual energy.

  The purified aura can be directly used for the advancement of the exercises, which is similar to the experience of the top furnace ding Zhao Shiran. He can fly with him while lying still.

   Don't say it, and I won't stop until She Hean and the golden-scaled snake are bald.

   It's impossible to be bald, Lu Bei's small world still has half a dragon vein buried in it, and when the golden-scaled snake is finished refining, the other half will be filled for her.

   In the black and white world, She Hean sits cross-legged with a golden-scaled snake in his hands. The retreat has no effect on the outside world, and his breath gradually increases. He is not sure when he can leave the retreat.

  Bai Jin's upgrade relies on epiphany, Zhu Qilan relies on fate, and She Heng relies on his own blood, coupled with the Bei-brand dual-cultivation accelerator, the speed of progress is far beyond that of ordinary monks.

   "Then the question is, why does the old man practice so fast?"

Lu Bei raised his brows and remembered his cheap master, Mo Buxiu. With the clues he had at hand, he was very sure that Mo Buxiu didn't die. Not only was he alive, he was also an extremely powerful monk, and he was very likely to pass the tribulation. Period Thunder Punishment, soaring away...

   went to the place where the deserted scriptures went.

   The riddlers explained too little, Lu Bei couldn't guess where the two were, and he could only be sure that it was definitely not a fairyland.

The secret realm containing the congenital golden essence, the secret realm of the Four Gods Lake, and even the mysterious fairyland opened by Zhu Qilan with the big seal were all labeled by Lu Bei as the wreckage of the fairyland. In addition to the knowledge of the snake mysterious realm and the broken heaven book, he deduced that there are nine out of ten fairyland. is gone.

  The gods have fallen?

  Impossible, there must be a few Xun Yu still alive, perhaps the world they live in is the height of abandonment and cultivating.

  The high mountains stopped, Lu Bei looked up at the sky, and found that the road ahead was very long.

   "Idle is also idle, just practice it."

   He took out the jasper gourd and got close to the innate golden spirit once a day, regardless of whether the latter could stand it or not, when he opened the seal, he shouted:

   "Please turn around baby!"

After    more than ten times, Lu Bei felt comfortable, put away the jasper gourd, took out the golden bell and started refining.

   A few magic weapons during the calamity period, the lotus platform filial piety to Hu Er, the flying sword was given to Qin Fangtian, the battle flag was given to Zhu Qilan, and the long spear named 'Qianzheng' was picked up by She Hean.

   is very good, it is too unlucky to send the clock, it is all his own, he will not play the homophonic stalk, and keep it for himself.

  The golden bell has no owner for thousands of years, and was only held by Wang Hu for a short period of time.

   With Wang Hu's realm, he obviously couldn't completely refine the golden bell, he was just passing by, and he didn't even leave his own imprint, let alone turning the golden bell into his shape.

  Lu Bei is not the case, although there is no such violent fire as Shexiang, but the realm of the fusion stage is enough to easily refine this unowned thing and turn it into his own shape.

  The name of the bell is the old cicada with dry clothes.

The new official took office three fires, the new county magistrate took office cleverly, and the new owner entered the magic treasure. Naturally, he wanted to cut off the traces left by his predecessor. The more Lu Beiyu thought about it, the more reasonable it was. In addition, he disliked the long name of the golden bell, canceled half of the front shake, and renamed it again. The golden bell is a cicada.

  Cicada Clock.

  The taste of Zen is not diminished, and it is easier to shout than the old cicada in dry clothes, which makes Lu Bei more confident in his ability to name names.

   "I'm exhausted, and my practice is over."

  Lu Bei raised his hand to wipe off the cold sweat that didn't exist on his head. After counting the days, he was going to change into Lin Buyan's vest and go to the Western Sanzhou to make some noise.

   A few days ago, I was busy subduing the enchantress, and the way of slaying demons caused the belt to become wider, but at this moment, I couldn't delay any longer.

   "That's not right, using Lin Buyan's vest to sneak attack on Qinggan, wouldn't it give him a face?"

   "No, change one..."

   "Ji Yue is not bad. If the water is a little muddy, he can trick Qing Gan and Qi Yan into turning their backs on him and make them bite the dog."

   The **** stick quickly finalized the battle plan, and did what he said, ready to go to Guanzhou overnight.

   Before leaving the Double Profound Treasure Map, Lu Bei routinely went to the small room where Zhao Shiran was to harvest a wave of experience. It’s okay not to look at it, but I was shocked when I saw it. The head of Zhao was growing gratifyingly.

   is too gratifying, but it scares people.

   "Bad thing, I was promoted to fit together some time ago, and she caught up with her."

   Zhao Shiran, due to his personal physique, has the most cost-effective among Lu Bei's dual-cultivator companions, with less effort and more feedback, so much that Lu Bei subconsciously thinks he is picking and repairing the cauldron.

   Considering that the head of Zhao has lived in the small black house for almost half a year, and the daily hard work feedback Lu Bei a lot of yin and aura, it is not bad to say that she is a furnace.

   But if you look at her gains, Lu Bei is more like a furnace. As long as Lu Bei advances, she will break through the current state. Before moving into the small single room, Sect Leader Zhao only had cultivation in the Spirit Transformation Realm. He had achieved success in refining the virtual world in four and a half months.

  Cultivation of immortals is not the sooner the better, you have to stop and slow down.

  Lu Bei raised his hand to wake up Zhao Shiran. The realm of refinement is very important, especially the condensing of the small world. Mo Buxiu's letter explained that only with a solid foundation in the Void Refinement Realm can one break through the fusion, and one must not be greedy for merit and fast, otherwise it will be too late to regret it.

   His fingertips touched the shirt, and Lu Bei hesitated for a while. Judging from the performance of himself, Zhu Qilan and She Heng, the monks today may have gone the wrong way.

  What should I do, should I wake people up?

   After a while, Lu Bei crossed his knees and called Yuanshen in a double cultivation way, chanting the other party's name.

   Speculation is just speculation after all, that he is a strange person, Zhu Qilan has a destiny, and She Hean has the blood of the snake god, which cannot be used as an argument case, for fear of delaying Zhao Shiran's future, he still decided to wake him up and follow the current practice method step by step.

   Eyelashes trembled slightly, Zhao Shiran breathed cold light from his mouth and nose, opened his eyes, saw Lu Bei's face approaching, and jumped up in fright.

   I haven’t moved my hands and feet for a while, and my realm has soared, so I couldn’t get used to it for a while. This step was so high that I almost hit the roof of the small single room.

  Lu Bei grabbed his ankle and pulled the person from the air: "Sect Master Zhao, it's me, wake up."

   "Lu Zhang... Lu Bei."

   Zhao Shiran's face turned red, knowing that he was making a joke, and hurriedly changed the subject: "I haven't seen you for a few days, you...you are thin, and you are more..."

   looks better.

   "There's no way, after all, you're from a well-known family, and it's hard to blame for subduing demons and subduing demons."

Lu Bei scratched his nose, and said shamelessly: "These days, I have encountered a big monster with good methods, and I have been fighting for several days. It took a lot of effort to suppress him. It is inevitable that this body will lose too much blood and lose some money. ."

   "I know some medicated foods, let's make some snacks for you!"

   "Ah this..."

  Lu Bei raised his brows, thinking that there are no snakes and no foxes on the Sanqing Peak, and nodded: "In this case, Lu will not refuse, and I will trouble the head of Zhao."

  No trouble, actually…

  伱 Just call me Shiran directly.

   Don’t talk nonsense, I don’t draw cakes, I really write poetry and burn my brain. It’s too hard to drive these days, and I’m not good at this, so I’m stuck.

   (end of this chapter)