"Mandrill? I didn't expect to look like this. If it weren't for being so ugly, why would I be so embarrassed to see people and hide in this dark cave?" Jiang Ling curled his lips and said.
When Princess Qingyan heard this, she didn't know what to say. She always felt that there was a generation gap in the communication between the two, and Jiang Ling's attention was always focused on some strange things.
"This mandrill has reached the Golden Core stage. If it is not eradicated, it will be a disaster for the people nearby." Princess Qingyan said.
After saying that, she took action and chased the mandrill for dozens of rounds.
Jiang Ling stood there watching the show, while information about the mandrill appeared in his mind.
The mandrill is a special kind of creature, but strictly speaking it cannot be regarded as a monster because it does not have the inner elixir of a monster. If I had to describe it, it would be a spirit.
Spirits and monks both practice cultivation. Monks absorb the aura of heaven and earth, while monsters absorb the essence of the sun and moon.
Of course, spirits are not so honest and eat vegetarian food every day. They also like spirits, so the corpses of so many evil spirits are probably eaten by them.
"This blood pool..."
…
"Qinglian Sword Technique!"
Princess Qingyan gave a sweet shout, and then there were heavy sword shadows. Mandrill couldn't avoid it, and was seriously injured on the spot.
Then, the mandrill suddenly fled towards the blood pool!
"Don't run!"
Princess Qingyan was about to chase her, but Jiang Ling, who was next to the blood pool, kicked her over.
"Fuck you, don't bother me!"
Perhaps because the mandrill was injured and was not that fast, Jiang Ling's kick was strong and he was kicked to death on the spot.
"this……"
Princess Qingyan always felt that the scene was a bit strange. The dignified mandrill was kicked to death like a dog.
Then, she saw Jiang Ling staring at the blood pool and couldn't help but wonder: "Is there anything wrong with this blood pool?"
"The source of Yin Qi is down there, but I have mysophobia, can you go down and have a look." Jiang Ling showed a bright smile.
When Princess Qingyan heard this, she immediately pouted her lips with an unhappy look on her face.
The two of them looked at me, and I looked at you, their eyes wide open, and for a moment, no one wanted to go down.
"Forget it, let me go."
Jiang Ling was defeated by Princess Qingyan's appearance as a little girl. He covered his whole body with spiritual power, pinched his nose and jumped into the blood pool.
After a while, he jumped out and dropped a bloody bead on the ground.
"It's actually a Yin Blood Bead. No wonder the Yin Qi here is so strong!" Princess Qingyan exclaimed.
"Holy shit, is this the Yin Blood Bead? A treasure that was born and raised by the earth?"
Jiang Ling's eyes widened. He didn't expect that this blood-colored bead was actually an incredible treasure.
"The Yin Blood Beads can gather Yin Qi and Blood Qi. Seeing that the Yin Blood Beads are dark in color, they should have gathered a large amount of Yin Qi and Blood Qi. If the mandrill refines the Yin Blood Beads, it is very likely to break through.
Nascent Soul Stage." Princess Qingyan thought deeply.
"so smart?"
Jiang Ling immediately picked up the Yin Blood Bead that he had thrown away like trash just now and took it back into his hand.
They didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but now they feel it carefully, it seems that there is quite a huge amount of energy in this small bead.
What he needs most now is energy!
I used 600,000 demonic beast inner elixirs before but could not break through to the middle stage of the golden elixir. Now this Yin Blood Bead is delivered to my door at just the right time. It is such a wonderful opportunity!
Thanks to him for keeping an eye on it, and of course, thanks to Yan Shiwu for telling the secret.
"At that time, the mandrill was probably sleeping at the bottom of the blood pool, so no one found him." Princess Qingyan said.
"Hmm...Princess Qingyan, can you give me this Yin Blood Bead, because I can't afford it." Jiang Lingqiong said confidently.
"You killed the mandrill, and you fished out this Yin Blood Bead, so I gave it to you."
Princess Qingyan looked generous, and then said: "We are already acquaintances. We have fought side by side. Don't call me Princess Qingyan. Just call me Qingyan. How about I call you by your name too?"
"Ok, Ok."
Jiang Ling answered casually, with his whole heart placed on this Yin Blood Bead.
A flash of anger flashed in Qingyan's eyes. She was a beautiful woman standing here without looking, staring at a broken bead. This bead was not as beautiful as her.
Jiang Ling: Not as beautiful as you, but more fragrant than you.
Jiang Ling felt that he had to find time to refine it and improve his strength. After all, he could only rely on himself when traveling far this time.
"Qingyan, let's go."
Um."
…
This incident in the Ten Thousand Underworld Cave was just an interlude. The two of them immediately re-corrected their route and flew towards Ziyun County.
The two counties are adjacent to each other, and Yingzhou is considered a junction.
Therefore, there are often exchanges of interests between the two counties, and the relationship is considered to be good.
Adjacent to Yingzhou is a state in Ziyun County called Yuzhou.
"I heard that the scenery in Yuzhou is very good, and many literati like to gather here." Qingyan said with a smile.
"Qingyan, as a monk, you still like those chess, calligraphy and painting?" Jiang Ling asked curiously.
"Can't monks do something good of their own? Cultivating the mind is also practice."
"That makes sense."
Jiang Ling felt that he was indeed a little too depressed a while ago. Maybe this time he came to Ziyun County, he could relax his mood and state of mind, which was very important.
"Can you compose poetry?" Qingyan asked.
"A little while."
Jiang Ling was unusually humble. He had been familiar with three hundred Tang poems since he was a child, so he could just memorize them.
"There is a bamboo forest ahead, why not use bamboo as the theme?" Qingyan asked.
"Bamboo as the theme? Great."
Jiang Ling showed what he thought was a very deep expression, took a deep breath and said: "Stay firm on the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They are still strong despite being struck hard by the winds from east to west, north and south!"
Qingyan glanced at Jiang Ling in surprise. She didn't expect that his poems were so good and had deep meanings. There was not a single word "bamboo" in the whole text, but the quality of bamboo was vividly reflected!
Just as she was about to say something, a voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"What a poem, fellow Taoist, what a poem!"
When the two of them turned around, they saw that they were an oily young boy, but his whole body exuded the aura of the innate stage.
"I don't know what to call this fellow Taoist, but he actually knows how to appreciate it so well?" Jiang Ling looked familiar.
"Your Excellency, Du Ziteng, is here to attend a poetry and painting conference, and so should you two."
Calligraphy and painting conference?
Jiang Ling and Qingyan looked at each other in confusion. They were just passing by and recited a poem...