Heavenly practice

It was night, Shen Zhuo fell asleep after tossing and turning for a long time after returning from the medicine house, he completely ignored Qin Huang's voice molesting Xue Junmi, his mind was full of Long Xiang's situation this afternoon.

There are always a few important nodes in the plot of every novel, which connect the transitions between the plot and the plot, and also promote the progress of the plot. It makes the plot seem logical, but actually hides a mystery. "There are also several important nodes in "Qinglin Grand Meeting" is one of them, and it can even be said to be the most important node in the early stage.

Only he knows that the Qinglin Festival is not just the Qinglin Festival, if there is no Qinglin Festival, there will be no subsequent plots, and the protagonist may not even be able to embark on the road of cultivating immortals, and will lose many opportunities. is the main character.

That's why Shen Zhuo doubted Chang Ming's real motive for attacking Long Xiang at this moment. It's impossible to be jealous. That man didn't come to where he is today by force alone. Every monk who has reached the pinnacle of cultivation is an extraordinary counselor. , he suspected that Chang Ming had already counted the heaven's secrets, so he suddenly seriously injured Long Xiang, but he didn't kill him completely to avoid the punishment of heaven.

He doesn't want to think this way, emotionally he is more inclined to Changming because he is unwilling, even if it is just unwillingness to prefer the Son of Destiny, at least Shen Zhuo is the incarnation of Tiandao now, but intellectually he knows clearly whether Changming is emotional That man, who has lived for ten thousand years, is ten thousand times calmer and calmer than Shen Zhuo. If he didn't have the status of Tiandao, plus the strange power before, he would have died in the hands of the other party long ago.

"Heh—" Shen Zhuo sneered.

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A sudden sneer at night startled the two people who were sleeping on the ground. They looked at each other and then turned to look at the bed.

"Madam usually sleeps and talks in her dreams?"

"Do not……"

Shen Zhuo: "..."

Turning over silently, Shen Zhuo closed his eyes and began to stab the villain in his heart.

In the early morning of the second day, Shen Zhuo was called by Xue Junmi to pack up his things. In fact, he didn't have much luggage, except for the sword that suppressed Tianmen, and a piece of clothing that someone came to leave in the middle of the night the day before yesterday.

There was no one in the room, Shen Zhuo looked at the familiar silver-patterned black robe in his hand and couldn't help wondering, didn't Su Tianxing say that there were only three of these clothes in the world, and this one didn't look like the one Qin Huang brought back, could it be Is it new?

To actually make several sets of the same style of clothes, all of which have strange hobbies, can you tell which one is clean and which one is replaced?

To complain, Shen Zhuo still folded it and put it in the package. The original broken one was still in the package, because it was already Chunhu's royal nest, so he never threw it away.

Shen Zhuo suddenly felt that his feelings for Changming were the same as this robe. At first, it was brand new, and he didn't take it seriously. Later, he cherished it more and more, and finally decided to abandon it cruelly. In the blink of an eye, a new one came back. Put it away with great care, even if nothing has changed.

Xue Junmi's shout came from outside the door, and Shen Zhuo picked up the package on his back and walked out with the long sword.

He didn't go to the medicine house, but went directly to Bafang Terrace with Xue Junmi, there were already several people standing there, Elder Mingxin, Jiang Li, Ning Feiyue, Jiu Yuan, Zhao Kongyuan, Ying Tianbai, Su Tianming, and a A girl named Hong Yue.

Seeing Shen Zhuo approaching, Jiang Liyun glanced behind him, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, "Okay, all stand here."

"Uncle, there is one more person." Su Tianming said suddenly.

"That boy Long Xiang is alright?"

Elder Ming Xin's eyes, which were blocked by folds, widened a little, and subconsciously looked at Shen Zhuo.

"Ah."

Shen Zhuo responded, Xue Junmi looked at him in surprise, but didn't say much.

"It's really great." Ning Feiyue said with a smile.

Zhao Kongyuan snorted softly, with a look of disdain.

After waiting for about half an hour, Zhao Kongyuan frowned and asked, "Shen Zhuo, is Long Xiang really healed?"

Although they didn't see how Long Xiang was injured that day, they knew that Long Xiang's injury was serious after seeing Shen Zhuo running to the medicine house every day during this time. It was not found out who did it, and some people even suspected that the demon king hadn't left Zhentianmen at all, but was still lurking beside them. People were panicked for a while, and even he was annoyed.

The second-rate sect is the second-rate sect, and it can finally go down the mountain. When Zhao Kongyuan was secretly complacent, he caught a glimpse of someone approaching not far away from the corner of his eye.

He raised his eyes and saw that the other party was getting closer and closer, and his face turned dark immediately.

"Here we come!" Ning Feiyue shouted.

Several people turned their heads to look over, and the boy in white walked over with a package and a long sword in his eyes calmly.

The corner of Shen Zhuo's mouth curled up, there were 11 people, just right, except for the addition of Ying Tianbai, the plot was the same as the original one.

"The disciple is late." Long Xiang bowed his head and cupped his fists.

Jiang Li glanced at him, and did not find anything wrong, so he added, "Long Xiang, the purpose of going down the mountain this time is to win the ranking for my sect in the Qinglin Festival, if you are ill, you will be delayed of."

"The disciple understands."

Long Xiang raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were full of light, his spiritual sense was extremely strong, Jiang Li was taken aback, thinking that he had gained some benefit from Huang Lingyu again.

Naturally, Ming Xin wouldn't ask too many questions, and for Shen Zhuo's sake, he wouldn't ask too many questions, so he waved his hands and started talking about business.

"A total of 11 people participated in the Qinglin event—"

As soon as this remark came out, apart from Jiang Li, Xue Junmi, Ning Feiyue and Shen Zhuo who knew about it, several newcomers showed expressions of surprise at the right time. They always thought that Xue Junmi, Ning Feiyue and Jiang Li were just responsible for leading the team. Unexpectedly, they would also participate in the Qinglin event.

As for Su Tianming, since it was not the first time for him to participate in the Qinglin Grand Meeting, he naturally knew about it.

"You don't really think that Zhentianmen depends on you guys to build foundations...and go to the Qinglin Grand Meeting with the newcomers who refine Qi?"

Seeing their expressions, Jiang Li smirked, "It's just that every time you really have to bring a few new disciples, it's another kind of competition."

"Yes, that's what it means. The Qinglin Festival has been around for a long time, and the comparisons are different every time. It's not limited to refining Qi or building a foundation, or Nascent Soul, even me..."

Elder Mingxin pointed at himself, "I want to participate too."

It was also the first time Zhao Kongyuan heard about it, so he immediately asked, "Then can we still win!"

"Not always."

Mingxin raised his heavy eyelids, and said lazily, "I can't tell what Qinglinsheng will be like in a few words. You will know what it really is like when you see it, but you have to remember one thing, winning may not be Even if you win or lose, it doesn't necessarily mean you lost, but if you discard the sword in your hand, you really lost, do you understand?"

"Understood." Everyone replied in unison.

"Well, let's go then."

As soon as Mingxin finished speaking, Xue Junmi and Ning Feiyue in front of him all sacrificed their magical weapons, a long sword with diagonal stripes, and a ten-foot red silk, and the two of them flew to step on their magic weapons , suspended in mid-air.

"You don't have enough aura, so ride the red crane with me."

Jiang Li raised his hand and summoned three red cranes, stepped on the back of one of them, and said to the people on the ground, "You can fly in groups of two...then who, Long Xiang, you take Sinking and scorching."

Long Xiang nodded and looked at Shen Zhuo.

On the side, Jiu Yuan suddenly stepped forward and said hesitatingly to Shen Zhuo, "I... I have learned a little bit of beast control..."

Before Shen Zhuo could speak, Jiang Li yelled angrily above his head, "Jiu Yuan, you and Hong Yue are on the same team! Riding a red crane and using the imperial beast? Promise!"

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