Cultivation: From the Inauguration of Druid

For the next few decades, Lingqing will continue to cycle like this.

Emperor Miaofa refines treasures, while Lingqing transforms swords and magic weapons into chaotic embryos.

Although the speed at which he transforms into a chaotic embryo has been greatly improved now.

However, decades of time were not enough for him to transform a thousand swords into qualified profound embryos.

Not to mention making him survive the emperor's calamity.

But he wasn't in a hurry either.

After being promoted to Celestial Immortal, Ling Qing found that her retreat time was getting longer and longer.

Not to mention that he had retreated in Laoshan for a hundred years before, and now he has retreated in Yuwudongtian for decades.

On the contrary, He Xiangu went out several times in the past few decades.

However, according to her, after the first attainment of a celestial being, before the three calamities, it is common to go into seclusion.

On the contrary, those who have not passed the Three Tribulations and often travel around outside must have a shallow background or no background.

Ling Qing thought it was true.

I have laid a solid foundation in Laoshan, left Laoshan, went to Luzhou in Beiju, and experienced a lot of twists and turns.

It didn't cause him any big loss, but instead greatly improved his practice progress.

After this retreat, he is sure that he will survive the first three calamities of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

Although it is definitely not 100%, but 40% to 50% is still there.

On this day, after Lingqing successfully turned the sword in her hand into a mysterious fetus, she suddenly became very still and thought of moving.

He had been obsessed with it before, and never thought about it.

At this time, he suddenly lost his mind and walked out of that closed-door mentality.

He turned his head and looked out at the Yuwudongtian outside the tall building.

It is still a natural scene, but the power of the stars permeating the cave has long been thinned out, and there is no vision of condensing into a starry sky.

Lingqing put down the sword in her hand, got up and left the tall building, and walked around the cave.

Apart from seeing a few flower fairies and helpers, He Xiangu was not in the cave.

After asking, he said that he felt something in his heart a few years ago and went out for a walk.

Seeing that he was contemplating devoutly, he didn't bother him.

Ling Qing, who wanted to talk to He Xiangu before continuing to practice, suddenly felt disappointed for a while, but had no intention of going back to retreat.

Then he gave an order and walked out of the cave.

After leaving the cave, he pinched the earth escape technique and went up to the square stone cave in the waterfall.

The rushing waterfall outside blocked the stone cave, and then escaped from the waterfall with the trick of avoiding water, and came to the bank of the secluded pool on the top of Xianglu Peak.

Lushan is adjacent to Poyang Lake in the east and the Yangtze River in the north. Although there are mountains around, it is a strange peak isolated from the plain.

Although the incense burner peak is not the highest, it is definitely the most beautiful.

In addition, the cave under the peak was turned into a cave by He Xiangu, which can be said to be the aura of Lushan Mountain.

The scenery of the mountains is indeed different from that in Yuwu Cave.

Lingqing looked left and right for a while, but didn't use the escaping technique, just jumped vertically and horizontally on top of the strange rocks on the top of the mountain.

Every time he is chic and elegant, even the gray-blue Taoist robe on his body can't hide it at all.

There is a poem praising Mount Lu, saying: Looking horizontally, it is a mountain and a side is a peak. The distance and height are different.

It has already summed up the appearance of Lushan Mountain. It is a mountain when viewed horizontally, but this mountain is very single. From the side, only one mountain peak can be seen, and the rest is covered by it.

Looking at the strange peaks and waterfalls in the mountains, Lingqing felt the giant peaks rising above the clouds, thick and ethereal.

Sweeping away all his anger just now.

After jumping in the mountains for a while, I saw the narrow and vast Poyang Lake with sparkling water and full of aura.

Then he jumped down, and the hunting wind poured into the sleeve robe, making him float from the peak to the lake like a gray-blue cloud.

The people at the foot of the mountain didn't seem to see it when they saw it, but he used a blindfold to cover it up so as not to disturb the world.

Falling into the lake, pointing the toes, the heart lake and the waves meet, as if they are integrated into one, without the slightest ripple.

He walked on it, and in his heart, besides the giant peak and Lingyun, he added the meaning of misty waves.

Feel the color of the mountains and rivers, the water light washes the soul, the mountains suppress the aftertaste, and the mood is relaxed for a while.

Poyang Lake, also known as Pengze Lake, is connected to the Yangtze River in the north, and it is difficult to connect to the Ganjiang River and Xinjiang River. It is one of the four major lakes in Nanfangbuzhou.

Most dragon kings in the world belong to the water dragon family, and the dragon king of Poyang Lake is no exception.

Originally, Lingqing was just visiting the lake and had nothing to do with Long Jun.

It just so happened that a black python came to trouble the Dragon Lord of Poyang Lake today, and a fight broke out when there was a disagreement, and Lingqing, who was comprehending the meaning of mountains and rivers, was swept in by the monstrous water waves.

Ling Qing rushed out of the water, turned her head to look, but saw a black dragon and a black python fighting desperately in the lake.

It seems to be surrounded by the Poyang Lake navy, but they only dare to look at it from a distance.

All the shrimp soldiers and crab generals who came forward were all sucked into the water waves and turned into powder.

At this moment, several monks flew over from Mount Lu.

In the east, several monks also flew from Jiuhua Mountain and Huangshan Mountain, all of whom have the cultivation base of heavenly immortals.

But everyone seems to be familiar with it, and set up an enchantment around the shore of Poyang Lake to calm the raging water waves and prevent it from flooding the shore.

Ling Qing took a look, and flew to a monk who lived on Mount Lu, first helped everyone to stop the water waves, and then asked: This fellow Taoist is polite, poor Taoist Qing Lingzi.

I came to Lushan Mountain for the first time because of visiting friends. I don't know what's going on?

Qinglingzi's Taoist friends are well, and Fuyazi, a poor Taoist, practices at Fuyunya on Lushan Mountain. Fuyazi cast spells to resist the waves, while pointing at the black dragon and black python in the lake.

This is the family affair of Mr. Poyang Lake, it happens almost every year at this time, and we are all used to it.

The black dragon is Lord Poyang Lake, and the black python is his son, but the reason why the mother is an ordinary anaconda is the concubine that Lord Poyang Lake found on a whim.

And the black python failed to inherit the blood of the Dragon Lord, so it has been ignored.

Unexpectedly, he got the chance and cultivated to the point of being a celestial being.

Due to previous encounters, he held a grudge against Dragon Lord, so he always wanted to take the position of Poyang Lake Dragon Lord to avenge his mother.

It's just that the Dragon Lord is finally sealed by the heavenly court, and he is not invincible.

And he was unwilling, so he came to compete once a year.

After that battle, Lingqing learned about the Six Heavens Demon King, Jiao Demon King, and Peng Demon King from He Xiangu.

Hearing this story at this time, he couldn't help but feel a little familiar, and then he remembered, isn't this just like the Flood Demon King?

It's just that one is eyeing the blood of the dragon in the Dragon Cave, and the other is eyeing the position of Dragon Lord of Poyang Lake.

Just looking at the Shui family who retreated from Poyang Lake and was frightened by the shore, Lingqing couldn't help asking: Don't all fellow Taoists just protect the shore of the lake and never stop them?

If things go on like this, wouldn't the people around you have to worry about it every year?

Fellow Daoist's words are reasonable, but it's hard for an honest official to decide on family affairs, and it's not easy for us to intervene in the affairs between their father and son.

Besides, Mr. Poyang Lake is also a generous and benevolent person, and he has made many apologies and invited me to support him, so we don't have much to say.

Afterwards, I also compensated the surrounding fishermen a lot.

For fishermen, although there is a moment of fear, it can be exchanged for a rich catch.

I don't have any complaints.