Early the next morning, Jin Zunzun came to play with Gu Beilei. Besides playing, there was another more important thing to do, which was to suck out the toxins from Gu Beilei.
Gu Beilei turned to look at Gu Qingxi: "Master, are your eyes really okay?"
Gu Qingxi smiled and nodded: "It's okay. Although I can't see my eyes temporarily, I can see things with my mind and it won't have any impact. You can go and have fun. There will be a dinner for you tonight."
After hearing Gu Qingxi's answer, Gu Beilei waved to Gu Qingxi with confidence and followed Jin Zunzun away.
Gu Qingxi walked out and stood in the corridor, enjoying the gentle breeze, when she heard footsteps coming from not far away.
Turning his head slightly, he saw the fourth senior brother walking over.
"Fourth Senior Brother." Gu Qingxi greeted with a smile.
When Baili Changfeng saw Gu Qingxi's unfocused eyes, his heart tightened.
"Little junior sister, are your eyes feeling better?" Baili Changfeng asked.
"It's much better. It doesn't hurt anymore. It will recover in a few days."
"That's good. However, try to open your spiritual eyes as little as possible in the future." Baili Changfeng warned.
Gu Qingxi hummed and agreed.
But Baili Changfeng knew that his junior sister had great ideas. Although she agreed now, she would still use her spiritual eyes when she needed them.
"By the way, little junior sister, Brother Evil Spirit Crystal, Pastor Brother, they didn't want anything from them, so I thought about giving them all the 'thank you gifts' from those monks, but Brother Pastor insisted on giving us two portions, and your share is also
In..." Baili Changfeng was interrupted by Gu Qingxi before he finished speaking.
"Then please help me keep my share, Fourth Senior Brother," Gu Qingxi said.
"Okay." Baili Changfeng responded directly. He had already saved a lot of money for his junior sister. It doesn't matter if he saves some more things.
Mu Ling and Qi Fengming also came over at this time. Mu Ling was waving to Gu Qingxi from afar: "Junior sister Gu, let's go and take you to pick spiritual fruits. A kind of spiritual fruit from the Holy Land. It tastes sweet. I'm sure you will like it."
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"Okay." When Gu Qingxi heard that there were delicious spiritual fruits, she stopped being polite to Mu Ling.
"Senior Brother Baili, let's come together." Mu Ling shouted to Baili Changfeng.
Baili Changfeng said calmly: "No, you go ahead, I'll go back to the house to make elixirs."
"Okay, then we will bring you the spiritual fruit." Mu Ling saw this and did not force it. He also knew that Senior Brother Baili didn't like to go out on weekdays, and most liked to stay in his yard and refine elixirs.
Gu Qingxi followed Mu Ling and Qi Fengming out of the palace and walked slowly along a road towards the valley of the Holy Land.
On the side of the road, a kid herding cows was saying hello to Shepherd and the others.
Gu Qingxi glanced at it, oh, this kid herding cows was actually at the eighth level of Qi Refining.
"The monks in the Holy Land have guarded this place for generations, and some of them fell in love and became Taoist companions. Most of the children in the Holy Land are descendants of these monks." The shepherd threw a bag of nuts to the child and walked away.
Later, he explained to Gu Qingxi, "These children basically have the qualifications to practice. The holy land is rich in spiritual energy, and the environment for their cultivation is also unique."
Gu Qingxi understood that this was the second generation Xiu who won at the starting line.
"However, they have been instilled in them since childhood that their absolute loyalty to the Holy Land is above all else, even their lives. This is how the inheritance of the Holy Land is passed down from generation to generation." Pastoral continued.
Gu Qingxi had actually vaguely noticed that the Holy Land and Wujiang were inseparable and seemed to be separate.
Qi Fengming couldn't help but ask first: "You mean, these monks in the Holy Land, when your father and Gu Beilei have a conflict, they will choose to beat your father?"
Mu Ling's face was complicated: "...Although the nature is like this, you don't need to give such an example."
Qi Fengming saw Mu Ling's complex expression and did not restrain himself. Instead, he continued to ask with great interest: "In a real fight, who is more powerful, your father or the monks here? Is it the Changling Palace combined or this place?
Are all the monks together powerful?"
"Your question is so boring. If you ask this kind of question again, I will take action." Mu Ling said angrily.
"Afraid of you?" Qi Fengming raised his beautiful long eyebrows and snorted coldly.
"You seem to have forgotten that I practice voodoo and witchcraft. I will not fight you head-on. My skills are all indefensible." Mu Ling also raised his eyebrows.
Qi Fengming was silent for a moment: "Forget it..."
Gu Qingxi looked at the interaction between the two and wanted to laugh for some reason.
Especially when I saw Qi Fengming's calm and timid look, I wanted to laugh even more.
Now Qi Fengming is more down-to-earth and more like a normal person. Of course, this kind of Qi Fengming seems to be more lovable.
She will no longer feel like beating her up when she sees it like before.
Gu Qingxi also got a message from Mu Ling's words:
Although the monks in Wujiang also respect Mu Qingyu, the master of Changling Palace, who is the master of Wujiang, they respect their ancestors in Wujiang even more.
This is their belief in the Holy Land and the value of their existence.
If there is really a conflict between Wujiang and the Holy Land, the monks in the Holy Land will really turn their swords against the Lord of Wujiang!
The place where Mu Ling took Gu Qingxi and Qi Fengming to pick spiritual fruits was not far from the exit. When they were picking spiritual fruits, the guards guarding the door greeted them.
"It tastes good." Gu Qingxi praised it after eating a spiritual fruit.
This spiritual fruit is sweet and fragrant, and is very hydrating. When you bite into it, it feels a bit like drinking juice.
"Really? Then pick more if you like." Mu Ling took a bite of the spiritual fruit, squinted his eyes and said, "When you get to the underground maze, look after me more."
Qi Fengming glanced sideways at Mu Ling and couldn't help but complain: "Do you think this is protection money? That's too cheap."
"Isn't this a bribe to Junior Sister Gu in advance?" Mu Ling said lazily.
While the two were bickering, Gu Qingxi saw someone coming at the entrance.
Mu Ling and Qi Fengming soon noticed.
When the shepherd saw clearly who was coming in, he frowned: "Why is he here?"
"Who?" Qi Fengming asked.
"Our Supreme Elder from Changling Palace, Yan Songqing," Mu Ling said in a low voice.
"I've heard that this man is said to be the strongest in Wujiang?" Qi Fengming asked curiously.
"Probably, right? That's what they say anyway. I don't usually care about worldly affairs, let alone come to the Holy Land. I always feel that the person who comes here is not good." After finishing this sentence, Mu Ling frowned and quickly took out the jade slip for sound transmission and started.
He called his father, and soon there was a voice on the other end of the jade slip.
"What's the matter?" came Mu Qingyu's voice.
"The Supreme Elder has come to the Holy Land. I think there is a problem." The pastor said directly.
"What?" Mu Qingyu was a little surprised, and then asked immediately, "Look at the two idiots from Dongling Palace and Shuiling Palace who came together?"
"It's true! Dad, why do you know things so well?" Mu Ling said with some admiration.