Chapter eight hundred and fortieth blood feeding back
Late at night, a ray of light hung between the snowy Tianchi and the sky, and Wei Huarou ascended and returned to the upper realm.
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The next morning, I woke up early.
In the early morning, the mountain top garden was filled with mist and looked very fairy-like. Lin Zhao went up the mountain early and took his two children, Zhang Luobai and Zhuang Yirong, to attend a morning class belonging to Lin Zhao.
"Master!"
Zhang Luobai held Liu Cheng in his hand and said, "Let me see how your newly practiced sword looks like!"
As he said that, the naughty kid pointed his sword at the cloudy sky in front of him, and a wisp of sword energy poured out, disturbing the clouds, which was a bit like killing an immortal with one sword.
"Um?"
Lin Zhao, who was opening his fists, couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "This move is quite interesting, who did you learn it from?"
"Secretly learn Master's moves."
Zhang Luobai stood up straight, grinned, and said: "Master didn't teach me, so I had to learn it secretly. But Lord Zhi Zhi said that I only learned a superficial knowledge, which has its form but not its spirit, so it can't be regarded as a true master."
Peak sword move."
“It’s already pretty good.”
Lin Zhao smiled: "In a few years, I'm afraid this move will become popular. Practice it hard and warm up this sword intent."
"Yes, Master!"
Zhang Luobai's body sank, he set up a sword stake and continued practicing.
Zhuang Yirong opened a pair of big eyes that flashed and flickered. He watched Lin Zhao perform the nine farmer's fists and felt that Lin Zhao's boxing was very beautiful. He had to be powerful and graceful. His boxing intention was even greater than that of his master Chu Yu.
Because of the difference, he smiled and said: "Mountain Master, can you teach me this set of boxing of yours?"
"cannot."
"ah?"
The little girl was a little disappointed.
Lin Zhao stepped forward with a smile, rubbed her little head, and said: "It's not that I am too precious and unwilling to teach you, but the military boxing technique that Chu Yu taught you is not weak in itself. Chu Shuai, the previous master of our Snowy Tianchi,
If I try to teach you the self-created boxing techniques, the boxing techniques you learn will easily become complicated and not good at all."
"Oh..." The little girl seemed to understand.
Lin Zhao continued: "Although there are different levels of boxing skills, the state of mind of every martial artist when practicing boxing is always the same. If you practice Chu Yu's military horse boxing, you can also practice boxing like me. In the end,
The truth is the same, using Rongma Boxing to lay the foundation will benefit you throughout your life, so don't slack off, you should give yourself extra tasks according to the number of tasks Chu Yu gives you every day."
"good!"
The little girl stood up straight and said extremely seriously: "Master wants me to practice boxing a hundred times a day. I listen to the mountain master. From now on, I will practice boxing a hundred and fifty times a day to develop a boxing intention like the mountain master."
Come."
"Well, it shouldn't be difficult."
Lin Zhao smiled slightly. In fact, it is not too difficult. Zhuang Yirong has a good talent in boxing. It is not too difficult to surpass his fifth level. And his sword cultivation level is now Nascent Soul, the top of the mountain.
Tong Yu among the younger generation in Bieyuan is already a golden elixir. I believe it won’t be long before Tong Yu can enter Yuanying. By then, he, Lin Zhao’s brother, will really be able to strategize. Fighting matters will be left to the younger generation.
Lin Zhao felt dissatisfied, this is not good, the level cannot be too low, otherwise it would be a small thing to be unable to convince the public, and a big thing to be embarrassed.
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"Son."
A figure floated up the mountain, dressed in a red skirt, holding a folding fan in her hand, and her whole body was full of light. She was Liu Liying, the folding fan goddess. Liu Liying was like a fish in water in the villa on the top of the mountain. There was a place of water and soil with strong spiritual energy to nourish her spiritual body, so
He became more and more dewy and delicate. He narrowed his beautiful eyes and looked at Lin Zhao who was practicing boxing. He liked it very much and said with a smile: "Sister Dongzang asked me to invite you to eat. The noodles are ready."
"Okay, let's eat!"
Lin Zhao smiled and put away his fist.
On the side, Zhang Luobai shouted: "Eat, eat, first come, first served, late comers don't get to choose."
With that said, the brat rushed down the mountain with his sword in hand, and Zhuang Yirong, wrapped in a touch of fist spirit, flew down the mountain with Zhang Luobai, saying the same thing: "I will definitely eat a bowl of eel today."
noodle!"
Lin Zhao took a breath and went down the mountain with his sword. Although the noodles under Dong Zang were all delicious, everyone had different tastes, so the owner of the mountain chose first. As a result, the fallen leaves were swirling on the top of the mountain, and in the blink of an eye, there were only
Liu Liying stood there blankly alone. Liu Liying did not expect that this group of people would react so loudly when they heard that they were eating.
She couldn't help but smile, and followed her down the mountain to eat~~
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At the foot of the mountain, you live naturally.
Su Qingjiu held two bowls of noodles, both of which were eel noodles. He squinted at the figure coming down the mountain and said with a smile: "Brother Lin Zhao, I have already helped you get a bowl of eel noodles. Do you want to get another one?"
A bowl of lobster noodles?”
"No, one bowl is enough!"
Lin Zhao floated down, and Su Qingjiu and Su Qingjiu each had a bowl of noodles. They sat in the pavilion in the lake and ate the noodles. After a while, Lin Zhao, a martial artist in the fifth realm, finished the bowl of noodles. He still had some unfinished feelings.
, felt that he could eat another bowl, but he still suppressed the urge. After all, he was also a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, and he could not really regard himself as a pure martial artist.
He put the noodle bowl aside and looked at the peach wood hairpin on Xiaojiuer's head that had lost its spiritual energy. Peace and happiness were gone. Now the peach wood hairpin was really just a piece of peach wood, and it had been burned.
It was obvious that the traces were no longer worthy of Xiao Jiu'er, a peak swordsman in the twelfth realm, so Lin Zhao said: "After you finish eating, I will make you a new hairpin."
Su Qingjiu narrowed her beautiful eyes: "Yeah, thank you, brother Lin Zhao!"
Soon after, the two of them raised their swords and went down the mountain together, and established themselves in the peach grove at the back of the mountain. Su Qingjiu picked up some dry peach branches and set up a bonfire in the peach grove, while Lin Zhao took out the ten pieces of peach tree given by Wei Huarou.
The lightning strike wood of the third realm was not too small. It was as thick as an adult's arm, so Lin Zhao used the flying sword firewood and cut off a suitable size from the lightning strike wood.
Flying swords are as sharp as firewood, and lightning strikes wood like iron.
Immediately, Lin Zhao summoned the flying sword Mingyue. The moon was the most suitable for carving hairpins because the moon was very small and the tip of the sword was not as sharp as firewood, so it would not be broken if it was carved with too much force. After that, Lin Zhao buried his head in it.
He started carving conscientiously. Since the material used was lightning strike wood, he was even more careful, for fear of wasting such high-quality materials.
This moment was enough to mark the evening. When night fell, a small piece of lightning-struck wood had turned into a very delicate hairpin. Then, Lin Zhao sacrificed Feijian Haoran. At this time, the tip of Feijian Haoran's sword
There was still a scene of golden cultural luck lingering on the sword, but there were already quite a few cracks on the sword, which made Su Qingjiu feel a little distressed. This must be the backlash caused by his consumption of "Shunyi" in the East China Sea.
"Brother Lin Zhao..."
She frowned: "Let's use the bright moon to engrave words... I just want brother Lin Zhao's calligraphy. It doesn't matter if he has Confucian supernatural powers. From now on, Xiao Jiuer will definitely learn from brother Lin Zhao and seek stability in everything.
I won’t put myself in danger, so...even ordinary carvings are enough, and there is no need to use Mr. Qin’s sword tip anymore..."
"fine."
Lin Zhao smiled slightly: "How can everything in the world go as planned? Sometimes it's not that you want to step into danger, but that you have to take that step, so you still have to engrave words, and Xiaojiuer doesn't need to.
I'm too worried, Feijian Haoran's literary fortune is not enough, I will use my own blood and cultivation to support him, the same."
As he spoke, Lin Zhao raised his finger and gently brushed the tip of Feijian Haoran's sword. Suddenly, a drop of blood splashed on the hairpin. Immediately, the tip of Feijian Haoran's sword danced, and "Peace" was engraved on the spot where the blood fell.
The moment the word "peace" was completed, the golden luck on the tip of Feijian Haoran's sword became extremely dim, while Lin Zhao's whole body sank, and his life force seemed to be sucked dry at this moment.
My whole body felt like I couldn't muster any strength.
However, the "Peace Hairpin" in front of me has wisps of tiny purple thunder and lightning lingering all over its body. At the tail, the word "Peace" is glowing with golden brilliance and shining. It is made of lightning-struck wood. The tip of the sword is engraved with the words "Feed back to the forest"
A few drops of Zhao's blood, in fact, the moment the hairpin was made, it was already a treasure.
"alright."
Lin Zhao took a potion of life to replenish his blood, and sure enough, the bloody cut on his finger stopped bleeding immediately. He immediately replaced the hairpin for Xiaojiuer. For a moment, Xiaojiuer in front of him looked more like a fairy on the mountain. However, regardless of Xiaojiuer,
How beautiful and heartwarming her daughter was, in Lin Zhao's heart she was always the little girl in the small town who stood on the fence and opened her hands to him to hug her.
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after dinner.
Two senior sisters from Changming Mountain came to the mountain top garden. Although Su Qingjiu had eaten and drank enough, she was still greedy for a mouthful of the white fish soup cooked by Lin Zhao. When everyone put down their chopsticks, she still held a bowl
The hot fish soup, while holding the fish meat with bamboo chopsticks, smelling the aroma of the fish soup, I enjoyed it very much while standing by the lotus pond.
She looked at the two eleven realms of Changming Mountain in surprise: "Why are the two senior sisters here?"
"Junior sister in charge."
One of the senior sisters with a rather proud chest said: "The two Galaxy realm junior sisters are about to refine the flying sword. After refining, there is the possibility of impacting the upper five realms, but there are some dangers in it. We are afraid that they will be too
If you are obsessed with the way of swordsmanship, you will become obsessed with it, so... I came here to invite the master master to come back to the mountain. If you are here to protect me, you can ensure everything is safe."
"oh……"
Su Qingjiu pursed her red lips. She was so busy with worldly affairs that she couldn't even spend more time with Brother Lin Zhao.
"Two senior sisters!"
Lin Zhao lightly cupped his fists and said with a smile: "I will help Xiaojiuer pack his luggage."
"Uh-huh!"
The more proud senior sister smiled and nodded. No wonder so many people like this mountain master. He is indeed reasonable and polite. He is a Confucian, a swordsman, and a martial artist. He is not bad in appearance.
Wherever a young man goes, many women will like him.
Lin Zhao packed up everything and almost filled Xiao Jiu'er's storage bag with all kinds of food. Then he watched Xiao Jiu'er return to Changming Mountain with the two senior sisters.
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He glanced at the few bags of spiritual rice that had just been harvested. Well, he should give some to Xu Ming'an. Xiaoman and Xiaohan both grew older and advanced in cultivation. It's best not to break this spiritual rice. He looked at the distance again.
On the mountain road, Gu Yanshu, who was wearing a purple gown, was holding a broom and sweeping the floor very diligently. He looked up at Su Qingjiu and the two senior sisters with very unkind eyes, as if he wanted to draw a sword and chop them all down.
Lin Zhao frowned and said nothing, but made another note in his heart.
