Now, Juanbu just hopes that she will quickly cultivate her spiritual consciousness and discover its secrets as soon as possible.
Think about how ironic it is, how many people wanted to get it before it hid, but now it no longer hides and chases someone to find it. Its fate has completely changed.
Hu Qing stumbled and read the jade slips, and found that she didn't understand some of the meanings in them. This was the disadvantage of not having a master and a sect. Moreover, there was no punctuation mark in the content of this classical Chinese text, and she was frightened to break the sentences.
, one sentence can have several meanings.
How can you practice cultivation like this? You are completely obsessed with it.
Seeing her timid and helpless look, Silk Bu wished he could become a spirit and become a human being to tell her the story.
Hu Qing had no choice but to give Hu Nuan paper cranes: "Come back, mom misses you."
Hu Nuan replied: "The sect leader and my uncle won't give me leave. Huh, I'm angry."
Hu Qing had no choice but to let her concentrate on practicing, while he was so anxious that he scratched his head.
What should I do? What should I do? She can't rely on her daughter for everything. It will delay her cultivation too much.
In fact, she can ask others, such as Manager Jiang.
Based on the friendship between the two of them, there is no need for Manager Jiang not to help her solve this little trouble, because he can still get a favor without giving anything.
But, how to explain?
It is impossible for Hu Qing to ask these questions about cultivation to his daughter, who is an inner disciple of a large sect. Who is he asking about? Of course it is herself.
Then why does she need to ask these questions? Tell Guanshi Jiang that she can practice and she is also a monk?
Regardless of whether Manager Jiang believed it or not, Hu Qing instinctively did not want others to know this.
So far, no one except Shui Xin can tell that she has spiritual roots. She remembers clearly that Shui Xin said that his eyes were cultivated. It must be some kind of Buddhist magical power.
The world of cultivation is ruthless. Under the iron rule that she is not allowed to kill mortals, she can be killed by a monk for ten low-grade spiritual stones. If her identity as a monk is revealed, wouldn't it open the door to people with evil intentions?
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Suffer until you have no strength. This is Hu Qing's way of survival.
Therefore, it can be hidden for a while.
Don't ask acquaintances, what if you go to the mission hall to announce a mission? Are you using an unfounded favorite as a banner? But others are not fools. If you meet someone who is very curious, you will not expose yourself easily?
Hu Qing was so confused that she unconsciously entered the refining room, took out all the ores in the storage bag, and arranged them neatly on the wall one by one. She bought these according to the volume of the storage bag, and they filled half the room.
In terms of quantity, I spent ten pieces of mid-grade spiritual stones, the worst of which were at the level of blue dust steel, and there were a few very expensive ones.
The size of the ground fire outlet can be adjusted. Use a small hand to adjust the smallest flame. Use thin chopsticks to get a piece of gold spar without using a refining furnace. Gold spar is a better refining material. The ore is orange-red in color and can be refined after refining.
When it came out, it was a transparent golden color. The stone was shaped like a bridge and stood just above the flames. Hu Qing sat next to it, hugging his knees and staring at the flames in a daze.
The earth fire here is far better than the lowest level earth fire in the refining room. Although there is only a thin beam, the air quickly becomes hot. However, Hu Qing has adapted to this temperature now and does not feel any discomfort.
Hu Qing watched as the darker orange-red on the ore became cleaner and brighter little by little under the licking of the flames. Her mind was empty, and she was only thinking: What is spiritual consciousness? What is spiritual consciousness?
The orange-red color in her eyes became brighter and softer. Perhaps the too bright color dazzled her thoughts. Hu Qing had a fragment for an unknown amount of time. When she blinked and recovered her thoughts, her sight
It has fallen on the flames that enveloped the stone.
How can such a thin flame burn such hard stone?
She couldn't help but sit forward and looked down where the flames came from. Of course she couldn't see anything. The thin flames had no substance and looked weak, but actually contained terrifying energy. The beautiful and agile red and blue flames.
, twisting from time to time, reminded Hu Qing unexpectedly of the snake letter whose head was broken by her sword.
Is there a giant flame python dormant under this snake-like flame? Or, far underground, sleeps a giant molten dragon. These earthly fires are all the body temperature emitted by the giant dragon? What about the giant dragon?
Existence, how shocking and brilliant it must be.
Hu Qing stared at the mouth of the fire, as if possessed by a demon. Gradually, she seemed to "see" the raging flames surging in the rough rock passage under the mouth of the fire. Going down, the blue-red flames turned into red.
, the red heat wave is overwhelming, and as you go down, the red becomes thicker, and it is so thick that it feels like bleeding...blood? It hurts!
His forehead hurt and was hot, as if there was some danger very close to him. Hu Qing, who was still in a daze, subconsciously raised his left hand to cover his forehead.
"ah--"
Silk cloth: Right now!
Hu Nuan fell backward and pressed her left wrist firmly on her forehead. A large white light flooded into her soul, and the huge impact caused her to faint on the spot.
Hu Huahua, who was playing with her eggs outside, heard Hu Qing's screams, formed propellers with her two forelimbs, and rushed in quickly.
"Woo-"
He saw Hu Qing lying motionless on the ground, a red-hot stone rolling on the other side, and a beam of ground fire standing high in the air and sweeping around.
Hu Huahua was anxious and rushed towards Hu Qing with her forelimbs. She saw that her face was covered with her arms, and there was a burning smell coming from her head, and she was unconscious.
He whined twice, but unable to wake anyone up, he stepped forward and bit her clothes on her shoulders, trying to pull them out.
How could he pull such a big person with such little strength?
He was so anxious that he was running around in circles, and he didn't know where he would turn or what he would encounter. Suddenly, the fire mouth enlarged and flames erupted. They rushed to the top like fireworks and were bounced away. Suddenly, there was a rain of flames in the room, and there were flames everywhere.
, the fire spirit power exploded in the small room.
Silk cloth: Good job, Gouzi!
The flames fell on Hu Huahua and immediately scorched his khaki hair. Hu Huahua couldn't care about herself and hit Hu Qing hard with her head, but Hu Qing still had no reaction. When he got anxious, he bit her face with a grunt.
Hu Qing was unaware of the outside world, but her consciousness was clear. It was as if there was a miniature version of her standing in her body, watching the flood of meridians in her body erupt, and she was dumbfounded.
No, it's not a flood, it's a fire. The fire is burning in her meridians, running rampant.
She thought, this is the spiritual power of fire.
But where did so much fire spiritual power come from?
Under the huge fire spirit power, my thin meridians are like ditches, unable to contain them at all.
No! You won’t explode and die, right?
At the same moment, Silk Bu: Could she have exploded and died? She didn't notice such a small amount of spiritual power, but for her, a newbie in cultivation, it was too huge. Her current body simply couldn't bear it.
Silk cloth was anxious: Gouzi, come on, get her out!
Hu Qing watched as the raging fire inside her body was being destroyed, but she was helpless. In fact, there was another disaster raging in her body.
A mysterious white light rushed into her body and into her head, like a sharp blade, splitting Hu Qing into two halves. Half of Hu Qing was watching her body being destroyed outside the white light. Half of Hu Qing was inside.
Inside Bai Guang, he endured the torture of being cut into pieces with thousands of knives.
