Counterattack Xiaoxian

Chapter 171 The man who hangs his tail

Returning to the old house, Ji Lingchu wrote something in his room: A body of hundreds of curves, a forehead of fighting stars, a fleeting shadow of a flying giant, and a floating canal.

This is the text he excerpted from the "Ancient Yaowen". This text is most likely to talk about the hiding place of the Zhenyuan Pillar.

But after pondering for a long time, he couldn't see any connection between the four sentences, let alone understand the meaning. At this time, he began to miss the Dog Saint, thinking that if the Dog Saint was here, it would be much easier.

Really unable to guess the truth, he put the matter aside for the time being and concentrated on practicing.

...The little man began a long journey again, going through fire and water, and finally ended his tragic life with his body broken into pieces, and then turned into purple mist and was divided up by various forces. Of course, Ji Lingchu's work was not in vain, he was assigned to nourish the physical body. particles of light.

But this time there is something different. After absorbing the purple mist, the mysterious blood droplets in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly throw out a ray of yellow light and rotate counter-clockwise between the eyebrows.

Ji Lingchu suddenly felt as if he had smoked a longevity cigarette, full of energy and high spirits.

This is the first ray of complete spiritual consciousness he has gained. Usually monks have to cultivate to the late stage of Tongxuan realm to achieve it, but he got it from the blessing of others.

Ji Lingchu didn't know it. Just as he was about to exit the inner view, he suddenly heard a distant voice: "Brother, come here."

Huh......! Who called me?

With his consciousness greatly increased, he immediately scanned all the internal organs, going back and forth several times, but found nothing.

"Hey, I'm here." The voice came again.

It’s evil!

Ji Lingchu looked carefully and finally found a black shadow in the gap between the tail vertebrae, commonly known as the "root of the tail."

Oh my god! Nothing could have surprised him more than this discovery.

The black shadow was squirming, and at first glance it was the clone of the turtle swordsman from Turtle City in Turtle Yuan who said, "The world is so big, I want to see it." It seemed to be stuck, and it was in a dilemma.

He recalled that he seemed to have been hit for a moment, and his butt hurt for several days.

I didn't expect that this guy would suffer a disaster if he failed to make a sneak attack, but... maybe he deserved it, but the tail bone was his own.

Ji Lingchu wanted to cover his face. What should he do in this situation?

But I heard the clone say: "Little brother, give me a hand."

Being able to find him has reached Ji Lingchu's limit, and it is absolutely impossible to drag him out.

Ji Lingchu said: "This...I can't do it."

"It's very simple to restrain your divine light, why can't you do it?"

"I haven't been practicing for long and I really can't do it. You make it so easy, why don't you come out on your own."

"You don't know something. The farther away I am from that guy, the less capable I am."

Ji Lingchu knew that he was talking about the Turtle Swordsman, and felt a little pity for him. He secretly thought that his heart was as high as the sky, and his life was as thin as paper!

What should I do? I still have to find a way to help him, so he said: "Otherwise, you can teach me how to restrain your divine light, and I can save you from trouble after you master it."

The clone said pitifully: "This is the only way."

At that moment, he told the mantra of "containing the divine light" and said, "You must save me."

"Don't worry, I'm not someone who doesn't keep my word. By the way, what's your name?"

"He has always been the master outside, and I have been the master inside. He didn't give me a name." The clone said with a sad face.

Ji Lingchu became more sympathetic when he heard this, and thought about it and said, "He is the eldest brother, and his name is Gui Swordsman. You are the second eldest brother, so call him Gui Er."

"Gu Er? Yes, this name is wonderful. From now on, I will be Gu Er."

"Okay, then I'm leaving. Just hold on."

"Remember to save me!"

"rest assured."

...After Ji Lingchu completed the exercise, he recited the magic formula silently in his heart. He felt that it was unfathomable and did not seem like something that could be practiced in the induction realm.

When he is in doubt, he must ask Master Sang for his opinion.

It was still early, so he went to the kitchen to make breakfast and waited for Master Sang to get up to eat it.

The old man's appetite has changed now. Basically, if Ji Lingchu doesn't do anything, he can just stop eating and deal with it all with wine.

After waiting for a long time, Master Sang didn't show up. I went into the house to look for him, but no one was there.

At this time, he found a ray of light coming from the darkroom, and when he took a closer look, he saw Master Sang showing a strange smile, holding a corpse in his hands, and a long shadow was cast on the wall, very slender...

Ji Lingchu's eyes were twitching wildly, and he accidentally fell in. However, the lights suddenly turned on, and everything returned to normal. The old man's smile was normal, and the thing in his hand was also normal, but it was a pair of ingenious bamboo products.

He knew the bamboo, it was bitter bamboo, something he had never seen before, and it looked like a complete human skeleton.

"Why are you so impatient?" Master Sang was unhappy. He picked up the wine bottle next to him and took a sip. It seemed that he was not really unhappy.

This is a huge misunderstanding!

Ji Lingchu blushed and said, "Teacher, breakfast is ready."

Master Sang said "hmm" and still fiddled with the things in his hands. Ji Lingchu asked curiously: "What is this?"

Master Sang sighed and said: "There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. I will be leaving soon. Let's get to know each other and help you create a personal spiritual weapon."

ah......?

As for the spiritual weapon, Ji Ling initially dreamed of owning it, but the old man's words were too abrupt, making it difficult for him to accept them for a while.

Master Sang said again: "Look!"

As he spoke, he exerted force on his hand, and the thing turned into a backpack, nearly as long as the body, with dense grids on it. This thing is quite popular among medical practitioners, and has a name called "back basket"

"Look, these small boxes can be used to store daily necessities. You have to hide important items in hidden compartments."

"You can place an oil lamp or a charcoal fire here."

"And here, after stretching, it is used to protect against rain."

His hand shook again, and the basket immediately changed its shape and seemed to be a recliner.

"This is the seat made according to what you said, see if it is like this?"

"Haha! You said that you have many tricks in your mind, but they are indeed clever. But according to me, this thing is useless for lying down, so it is best to use it as little as possible."

Just as Ji Lingchu was about to open his mouth, Master Sang applied force again, and the recliner returned to its original state. He said with a serious face: "This is the most important thing. This thing is still the Eight-foot Whistling Wind Armor and has not been completed yet. I hope you can use it to save your life."

"The old man has traveled to many places in his life and has met countless people, but a casual person like you has only seen them. I don't know what environment caused him to live. I hope you live longer."

"And you are too impulsive. Remember, nothing is worth your life. Do you understand?"

At this time, Ji Lingchu had tears in his eyes and shouted: "Where are you going, teacher? Can't I go with you?"

Master Sang stroked the top of his head in a rare gesture and said, "Idiot! We each have our own way to go, and I also have my own mission."

"Hahaha!" Master Sang laughed suddenly, regained his joking expression, and said, "Are you very touched? I'm not leaving right away."

"Old man, I haven't had enough of your cooking yet. Let's go and forget about this. It will take some time to make it."