[Sword Three] Photosynthesis of Brother Hua

Wanjing retreat, Qianlin's day.

Mao Shi.

Opening his eyes, he saw that the sky outside had just dawned, and the sound of birds could be faintly heard, and it was icy cold again, and there was no one around him.

Qian Lin suddenly lost her sleepiness, got up to wash up, changed into light clothes, and started a day of morning exercises.

Although his current cultivation base does not need to absorb spiritual energy anymore, he only needs to wait slowly until the time comes, but daily practice is necessary, not only can gradually make the body stronger, but also can not lose weight. As for the feeling of losing the fight.

If it was normal, his little flower should still be sleeping soundly at this time.

As for him, he would usually give him a kiss in his sleep before going out to exercise.

time.

After an hour of training, Qian Lin returned to her residence, changed her clothes, kicked open the door of another room, and brought out Luo Bai and Pea Pao who were sleeping soundly. Sleeping on the bed, after sneering, he waved his hands to condense two streams of water up, which immediately brought a chill to his heart.

Chenshi is their standard wake-up time, and Qian Lin usually coaxes and half-threats Wan Jing off the bed, then hugs his little flower to get dressed, and after washing, slowly combs her long ink-like hair .

Afterwards, the two of them would sit down and taste the first meal of the day. Wanjing is actually very picky eater, not only the taste but also the appearance, so he always finds good-looking and delicious food in different ways. Although cultivators no longer need to take in food from the outside world, Wan Jing still has the habit of eating three meals a day, and Qian Lin also feels that there are always many benefits when eating.

But today—

Looking at the two dumplings who finally woke up, Qian Lin said something coolly.

"Go out and find something to eat."

Then, in the already quiet room, he frowned and studied—recipe.

time.

Things like recipes are really more complicated than calculus reasoning.

After studying for an hour, Qian Lin rubbed his forehead heavily to relieve the confusion in his brain, and then glanced at the so-called "appropriate amount", "evenly" and "warm enough" words on the menu, and felt that My head hurts again.

At this time in the past, Wanjing usually had already gone to the lecture hall, and he would tell Wanjing that he had gone out to exercise, but in fact, he would hide his body, follow behind Wanjing, and look at his little flower. Face sneaked out of the lecture hall slyly, and then watched with interest as he wandered around with sparkling eyes.

Finally, back home before Man-kyung returns.

How boring.

Qian Lin burned the annoying recipe in front of her to ashes, holding her sword and wanted to go out to vent, but remembered what Wan Jing said before retreating, so she had to stop, turned a corner, and went shopping in the street.

noon.

In the restaurant, Qian Lin was sitting bored, and the conversations of the people around came to his ears. After listening to a few words, he felt that they were not nutritious, so he simply filtered them out. Seeing that the time was almost up, he simply ordered a few dishes.

It was only when all the dishes were served that he realized that all the dishes he ordered were of good color and good taste.

In other words, it was what Wanjing liked to eat when he came here.

The dishes are all served, but you should sit next to him, and from time to time, with a slight smile, you can raise your head and ask him if he can not eat, or the people in the cultivation world are simply reckless, and they just cook the people who are served in this way. , is currently closed.

I don't know the time of exit.

I don't know how long it will take for him to live a life of two stupid gangsters with nothing to do outside.

Qian Rin closed her eyes heavily, and when she opened them again, inside——

Nothing but boring.

Shen time.

In the center of Qianyuan City, there are several very bustling streets.

On weekdays, if there was no preaching class, Wan Jing would lie on the table, face sideways, and ask him expectantly if he wanted to go out for a stroll.

Qian Lin was walking on this road, looking at the shops and roadside stalls around him, spiritual stones, elixir, exercises and some low-end spiritual weapons, these things really couldn't catch his eyes.

He shook his head, thinking that there seems to be an auction today, and when he was about to go and have a look, the little girl selling spirit flowers in front came over.

Almost every time Qian Lin and Wan Jing walked this road together, they would buy one, so the little girl was very familiar with them after going back and forth.

Qian Lin thought about it, and simply bought all the flowers.

The purple-gold flowers in that vase are almost all withered, there is no replenishment, the flowers are less and less day by day, just yesterday, the last one also withered, this kind of thing itself is very delicate, and it is nourished and maintained with spiritual power every day Not long.

Then from today on, buy a bunch of flower buds every day and go home, so that one day when Wanjing is out of customs, you can get a vase of purple-gold flowers.

Xu time.

Auction is over.

Qian Lin bought a pen made of sunken leaf wood. Although the pen is not made of rare materials, it is superior in its craftsmanship and looks very exquisite.

Thinking of the pen that Wanjing hangs around his waist every day, he should like this.

Do you want to engrave something on it?

Thinking this way in her heart, Qian Lin walked back slowly.

Hai time.

The two dumplings who had been crazy outside for a day also came back.

Qian Lin placed a tracking formation on them, and used a secret method to hide Bai Tuanzi's true identity. After threatening the two of them not to make trouble, he let them go.

Wandoupao Xinxing is a child, and Luo Bai is a child. It is not safe to let them stay in the house quietly, but it is very comfortable for them to go out to play in some forests where few monks set foot. safe.

The pea cannon turned into many green balls again, one on the head, two on the shoulders, a lot got into the pockets, and the rest jumped and lined up behind the white balls.

It's like dragging a string of small tails.

Seeing that they came back, Qian Lin didn't bother too much, found a bottle and moistened it with spiritual power, and put the Lingling Flower in it.

Then, he took out the pen he bought, took a sharp knife, and carefully carved a few words on it.

This small knife is specially used for marking after refining, and it contains special power, which can make the carved things last for a long time.

What Qian Lin engraves is - Wanjing.

Originally, I thought this was for Wan Jing, so I helped him engrave his name on it first.

After looking at it, I found it a bit monotonous, so I added three more words in front of it—Qian Lin's.

So, Qian Lin put the engraved pen in a jade box with satisfaction, and put it away carefully after packing it.

child time.

After taking a bath, Qian Rin lay down on the bed.

The two regiments went crazy during the day, and they couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep. The room was so quiet, it was as if he was the only one.

The truth is, there really was only him.

Qian Lin felt the emptiness beside her, and her heart seemed to be emptied too. She swiped the luminous stone on the wall dark, and the room was pitch black.

It is not uncommon for cultivators to stay up for several days and nights. Even if they don't have to do something, they will spend the night in meditation.

Qian Lin didn't need to practice, while Wan Jing seemed to be able to practice even in sleep as long as he lay on his side, so the two of them formed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early every day.

For Qian Lin, this is a very good thing.

Not only can he hold his little flower to sleep all night, but every time Wanjing just wakes up from sleep, his eyes are full of misty and wet eyes that are not yet awake, and sometimes he will mutter and hug him. He doesn't let go.

It was just too foul.

Qian Lin thought about this with a serious face, the more she recalled, the more she felt that these days are definitely tormented, and finally she used her spiritual power full of regrets, allowing herself to settle down slowly.

The above is Chirin's day in Wanjing retreat.

Also known as, The Empty and Lonely Day of a Dissatisfied Man.

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Wanjing is finally out.

The reason for this retreat is not for cultivation, but for realizing the method that can break through the shackles of skills that I realized in the midst of life and death, and then apply it to my other abilities. Afterwards, Apply it to actual combat.

Overall, the results are pretty good.

The quiet room he used for retreat was not far from the Bureau, and as soon as he came out, he couldn't wait to set up the Great Lightness Kung Fu and rushed back, but before he could take a step, he was hugged by someone.

It is full of familiar atmosphere.

Wan Jing looked at the person in front of him in surprise: "Qian Lin!"

He really didn't expect that Qian Lin would come so quickly, he had just stepped out for a moment, and he had already come over.

No way, I have been observing the quiet room.

"Well," Qian Lin relieved the aggravated illness of "Wan Jing is not uncomfortable" during this period, feeling the familiar feeling in her arms, and smiled, "How do you feel?"

"It's okay," Wan Jing's eyes lit up, "Let's have a fight and see."

At first, Qian Lin thought that his little flower had finally left the customs, or when it was almost noon, he should reflect the skill of "patiently" pondering the recipes during the following period of time.

That's right, after many experiments, Qian Lin is very confident in her cooking skills.

"Just left the customs, do you need to rest for a while?" He held Wanjing's hand, and the two of them walked back slowly, "That——Actually, you can try—"

"I don't need to rest. I didn't do much activity in the quiet room. I rested very well." Wan Jing was obviously a little too energetic. It just so happened that there was an open space next to the quiet room. No, he moved his body a little bit, looked at Qian Lin, "Come and try."

Qian Lin. Be a little careful. It’s nothing. If you fight, just fight. Smiled: "...well, it just so happens that I haven't exercised much in the past few days."

So, they competed in this open space.

This time, Qian Lin clearly felt the change in Wanjing.

Wanjing's ability is not weak at all, it can attack and defend, and even heal. It can be used in single-player battles, but it is even more indispensable in groups.

After retreating this time, Wan Jing's control over various abilities has completely improved to a higher level, and Qian Lin is both distressed and proud of his progress.

What is distressing is that in order to find that sliver of inspiration for progress, his little flower has suffered a lot. Since he planted the little flower carefully and took it to his cave to take good care of it, when did he suffer so much? hurt.

The proud thing is that it is indeed his flower. Even the four ancient clans can't catch up with such a speed.

Qian Lin never grudges her praise.

After the sparring was over, it was already past the usual lunch time, and the two returned to the residence. As soon as they entered the house, Wan Jing was thrown into his arms by the two regiments.

"grumble!"

"Big brother!"

Bai Tuanzi still seemed to be in the usual posture of burying their chests, but Pea Cannon was overly excited and split, and many green tuanzi were scattered all over the room, jumping up and down there, which was quite lively.

Although the retreat time passed in a flash, Wanjing, who hadn't seen anyone for a long time, liked the somewhat lively feeling at this time.

On the one hand, Qian Lin took a cool look at the two restless dumplings. Bai Tuanzi and Pea Pao froze for a moment, obediently, what should come down, what should be fused, and stand at least three meters away from Wanjing after everything is over. Blinking big watery eyes.

"What did you do to them?" Wan Jing looked at the culprit.

"Normal early childhood education." Qian Lin replied solemnly.

"You know how to educate children?" Wan Jing's face was full of doubts, "Didn't the cultivation world treat you as a threat to children for a while, saying "If you don't obey me again, Qian Lin will come and eat you" something like that?"

Chirin: "..."

Whoever passed it on dared to destroy his beautiful image.

"I know a lot of things, so what's the point? It's about reading a few books," Qian Lin said with a coquettish smile, "what's the difficulty in teaching disobedient children? I can still cook, do you want to—"

Turning around, Qian Lin finally changed the topic to where she wanted.

In his mind, he recalled the words and sentences in the book he read a few days ago, how to chase someone?Let him like your meal first.

Qian Lin felt that other things in that book were all nonsense, but this sentence still made some sense.

It seems that some things are the same everywhere.

"You can... cook?" Now, the suspicion on Wanjing's face was deeper than before.

Qian Lin smiled: "What is this, I—"

At this moment, Bai, the atmosphere destroyer, Tuanzi entered the stage again. He suddenly screamed, and then ran to Wanjing's side with a look of surprise and bewilderment on his face.

With difficulty, Wan Jing temporarily put aside Qian Lin who was covered in blackness, and comforted Bai Tuanzi who seemed to have received some shocking news.

"What happened?" he asked softly.

"I... I have received news from the suzerain!" Bai Tuanzi's words were full of joy that cannot be ignored.

metropolitan?Bi Yin?

How did you receive his news?

Wan Jing didn't understand, but Qian Lin realized it.

"He is a mixed blood of the Luoshan clan, and it is said that he has mutated the ability of the soul," he explained, "The Luoshan clan is good at perception, and the same is true for the soul. Presumably this Baituanzi has received the soul of Biyan. The news that came over."

There was one more thing he didn't say.

Generally, Bi Yin would not convey the news to Bai Tuanzi easily, mainly because he was still too young, and there was no one available in the Tianyao Sect, so it would not be of much use if he conveyed it.

Now it seems that Bi Yin knew that Bai Tuanzi was with him.

This news was undoubtedly told by Yi Huanzhi.

What is Yi Huanzhi's purpose in doing this?Can Bi Yan, who is in the Demon Sect, relax and stop worrying about the Tianyao Sect?

Qian Lin was thinking about it, but Bai Tuanzi broke some surprising news.

After Wan Jing asked him what news Bi Yan conveyed, Bai Tuanzi imitated the tone Bi Yan conveyed with some doubts, and said so.

"You're on Chirin's side now, aren't you?" This was the first sentence.

"Let Qian Lin contact Su Qi." This is the second sentence.

Qian Lin and Su Qi are brothers, it's not a secret, Bi Yan also knows, but he knows a little more than others, Su Qi has almost disappeared these years, but Bi Yan remembers that he should be the young fallen Send that amazing alchemist.

The third sentence is——

"Ask Su Qi if there is any medicine that can make people unable to lift! It is specially used for Moxiu!"

Hearing this, Wan Jing's expression can be summed up as——

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"I'm a little worried about Bi Yin, what should I do?" Wan Jing looked up at Qian Lin, "What happened that made him need to ask Su Qi for this kind of pill."

Qian Lin was also silent for a few seconds, and then said: "Since you still have the strength to transmit the sound of your soul, you can still speak in a calm manner, so there is no problem if you think about it, so don't worry about him."