How to Be a Successful Ghost Cultivator

Isn't what Luocha Haizhu is holding in his hand the secret record of the other half of ghost cultivation that Lian Wu has been thinking about?

Lian Wu's mood was agitated, and he almost rushed towards the book. Fortunately, Ling Rao was quick-sighted, grabbed his shoulders, and glanced at the Ghost Cultivation Secret Record, and saw that there was no word on the page. Then I understood why Lian Wu was so excited.

After being stopped by Lingraccoon, Lian Wu finally calmed down, coughed dryly, thought for a while, fumbled in the storage bag for a while, and finally picked out a pen from a pile of collections, which was the pen that defeated Master Wuxu that day. Afterwards, the cheap ones Lian Wu picked up from his treasure house were of good quality, and he could barely afford them.

It was a good time to take it out today, and the gift of books and pens complemented each other. It seemed very elegant. Although it was not the case, both parties were happy, and it was barely a good thing.

After the Rakshahai sea master received the money, he was very happy, and kept saying that he wanted to drink a few cups with Lingraccoon, but when he picked up the wine glass, he found that there was not a drop of wine left. Bring wine.

Lian Wu hurriedly stopped him, and confessed: "It's enough to drink for a few days, the two of us have important things to do, so we dare not stay any longer."

The sea master of Luochahai was just rising, so he was naturally not happy to hear this, but it was inconvenient to stop him, so he had to ask casually: "What is there to be so anxious about? Maybe I can help, I don't know."

What I was waiting for was this sentence, Lian Wu smiled, and then said: "To be honest, I was once entrusted by someone to bring something to a dragon, and now more than half of the time has passed, but I don't even have the shadow of that dragon." See you, it’s really a burden.”

Hearing this, the Raksha Sea Lord pondered for a moment, as if he was deliberating, and then said: "What kind of dragon are you looking for? Maybe I have seen it before, but I don't know."

Lian Wu replied politely: "I've never seen it before, but according to my friend's description, that dragon has a peculiarity, it's different from ordinary dragons, and it's very recognizable."

Hearing this, Raksha Haizhu coughed twice, waved his hands and said: "No need to say, I know which one you are talking about."

"The Lord of the Sea knows him?"

Luocha Haizhu laughed loudly and said: "Naturally, you don't have to call me Haizhu, you can just call me Brother Yuan. I not only know that Jiao, but also have a very good friendship."

"Not only is it good? I really wish I could hold them up like eyeballs, eat and sleep together, just hang out every day, and forget to do business." A cold young voice broke in.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Raksha Haizhu suddenly coughed violently, whether it was frightened or a cover-up.

The one who was leaning against the pillar was the Young Sea Lord Yuan Jin, who was looking at him with a sneer at this moment, and said, "Why are you guilty? What did I say wrong?"

Luocha Haizhu didn't dare to make a sound, and secretly winked at Lianwu, but unfortunately he didn't seem to understand, Lianwu didn't understand what he meant after watching for a long time, so he had to pretend that his eyes were cramped.

Yuan Jin glanced at him, folded his arms, glanced up and down at Lian Wu and the two, and said, "I don't know what your plan is, but looking for that dragon probably has nothing to do with us, so it's okay to tell you guys." , he lives in the Hundred Thousand Monster Mountains, there is a mountain stream named Sorrowful Stream, that dragon looks weird, and has a weird temper, if you are not afraid of death, go yourself."

Rakshahai Lord waved his hands while persuading: "I can't go, I can't go, recently he has a bad temper and doesn't listen to what he says, if you go, I'm afraid you will offend him, and then I can't do anything about it."

Yuan Jin sneered when he heard the words, and said coldly: "I said, why are you willing to go back to Luochahai? It turns out that you don't want to come back. I will take over the position of sea lord in a few hundred years. At that time, Whether Luochahai still has a third of an acre of your land is still unknown, if I can't wait, I will sweep you out first, and no one will dare to say anything."

Raksha Haizhu got angry, slapped the table and stood up, met Shang Yuanjin's eyes, and immediately sat down again, nana said: "Speak well, why do you have to do this?" He thought for a while, then changed the topic and said: " By the way, I heard that monsters appeared in Dinghai, and colluded with Dinghai eel monster to kill Dinghai Haizhu, you have to be careful."

Yuan Jin snorted coldly, and dropped a sentence: "Do you need to tell me this? I'm afraid I've been eaten by monsters long ago." After he finished speaking, he jumped into the sea and disappeared instantly. gone.

Raksha Haizhu watched him go, then shook his head and sighed: "The birth of a child is all due to debt."

Lian Wu: "..."

He thought for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Has the monster come to the East China Sea now?"

"Who says it's not?" Raksha Haizhu touched the wine glass boredly, made a jingling sound, and said lazily: "They are all things that are not too tiring, and you don't have to think about them. They are monsters." So what about unifying the four continents? Life is always going to happen. Besides, since ancient times, evil has always been victorious, and monsters are not tolerated by the heavens. Why don't you stay in that corner of the ground for a while, maybe you will get a chance to cultivate the 33-day Wuxiang Tianma, and you don't know?"

What he said was very pertinent, Lian Wu said with a smile: "Brother Yuan is also right, keep your heart and cultivate your own way."

Raksha Haizhu laughed loudly and said: "I don't like to think too much. My son often says I have no brains, but what's wrong with having no brains? I am happy every day, why bother to worry about trivial things Distracted?"

Lian Wu suppressed a smile, and said: "Brother Yuan is happy, Shao Haizhu is also very courageous and resourceful."

The Rakshahai Lord was very proud.

Since it is impossible to find the Jiaolong right now, and because the Rakshahai Lord kindly persuaded him to stay, Lian Wu and the two had no choice but to stay on the island for a few days. He is still busy, besides daily sword practice, he also has to be dragged to drink by Luochahaizhu. Lian Wu was extremely ashamed.

Lian Wu asked Ling Lai curiously: "Brother, how can you drink like this? I don't see you drinking before."

Ling raccoon was cleaning the blade of his sword. After hearing this, he thought for a while and said slowly, "Qin Chuan used to like to make some elixir with weak effects, and sold them everywhere, lying to people that it was some kind of panacea, which could improve his cultivation. Category."

Lian Wu was inexplicable, how did it involve Qin Chuan?

Ling raccoon was still slowly wiping the blade of the sword. The morning light fell on the blade of Xiao Kunwu's sword, and instantly aroused a cold light, which was reflected on his face, which seemed to bring a little light to that quiet face. The meaning of sharpness.

He thought for a moment, as if hesitating whether he should say the next words or not. After a while, he said truthfully: "Qin Chuan once practiced a kind of elixir, which can relieve the hangover. According to him, dozens of Within a year, I won’t get drunk with a thousand cups, and I won’t pour ten thousand cups, and I was given a bottle.”

Lian Wu: "..." Fortunately, Lord Rakshasa didn't know about it.

Ling raccoon thought about it again, and felt that his actions might be the behavior of a villain in Lian Wu's mind. He tried to make amends, looked up at him seriously and said: "I only took one, and I can really drink it. It’s just that I’m afraid of making a mistake.”

Lian Wu: "..." Brother, I believe it!

This day, the sky was gloomy and it was raining lightly. The island was like a spring day due to the magic formation. The Rakshahai Lord seemed to be busy with some affairs these few days. When he is not busy, he still has to drink a lot, don't leave, and Lian Wu doesn't want to offend him, so he has no choice but to agree, so he hasn't come these few days, the two of them are much quieter, which is also very good .

The raindrops in the courtyard are fine, falling on the grass leaves, making a soft rustling sound, which makes people sleep well, and the viburnum flowers in the courtyard are competing to bloom, and the fragrance is lingering.

A bamboo mat was spread under the corridor, and looking across a clump of viburnum, two figures were vaguely seen sitting side by side in the gap, and the thinner one was leaning against them, the two chatted leisurely, and laughed low from time to time .

There is a long sword slanted beside the porch pillar, and another bow like white jade, clinging to each other, some raindrops were blown away by the wind, and sprinkled on it, with little drops of water.

As if suddenly shaken by something, the long sword that was leaning quietly against the pillar of the porch slid down suddenly, making a low muffled sound, which was inconspicuous in this not-so-quiet courtyard, and at the same time, the white jade bow also followed suit. After falling down, they are still clinging to each other, inseparable.

The rain gradually grew bigger and fell on the viburnum, making a delicate and subtle sound, like spring eating mulberry, and like paper rubbing, gentle and quiet.

There was a faint voice coming from the corridor, it was a young boy's voice, slightly disturbed: "Master, brother—"

After a while, someone responded in a low voice: "Well, I'm here."

The young man was silent for a while, and then said hastily: "Someone will come..."

"No." The man's quiet voice sounded.

"Yes, there is a voice!"

The man heard the words, listened quietly for a while, and then said: "Shh - that's your voice."

The young man was sad and indignant: "Brother, at least you should create an enchantment—"

"Ah."

After a while, the voice of the person quieted down, and there was no sound, but behind the Qionghua, there was a misty green veil hanging down the corridor, and there was a vague figure entangled in it, just like the long sword and the white jade bow beside the pillar of the corridor, inseparable.

In the sea of ​​Rakshasa, at this time the Lord of the Sea of ​​Rakshasa was propping his chin up boredly behind the table, while the audience monsters were complaining in one go, complaining to Yuan Jin. I can't help thinking, it's very boring, why don't I go to Lingraccoon for a drink?Also tell about the suffering of these monsters?