The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

The appointment is for a one-month period.

After Li Lang took Lingran out of the palace, he asked him what his next step was.Lingran said, little monk, I have to go back to get the magic weapon first, and I have to ask one or two helpers.

The two made an appointment to meet again in Yongzhou Mansion three days later.

After resigning from General Li Lang, Lingran leisurely went to Dongshi.

The first thing to do is naturally not to find the whereabouts of the grieving ghosts, nor to find the so-called helpers, but to wander from the East Market to the West Market.

He made a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and bought some good stewed vegetables. He ate and drank enough, and was glad that he was released from prison.

This time around, I am actually addicted to shopping.

Taking advantage of the misty morning light, Lingran bought a lot of ingredients, carried a series of oiled paper bags, and walked to Dong'an Temple at a leisurely pace.

The rainwater pattered on the light head, and the rhythm was very beautiful.

He has already greeted General Li Lang, and from now on, at least every three days, he will go to Wei Wangfu to meet him.At other times, if the prince has something to do with him, Li Lang will come to Dong'an Temple to pick him up.

After everything was arranged properly, Li Langjiang was still worried, so he repeatedly told him to prepare more helpers.

General Li Lang went to search for clues, and by the way, recruited a group of Jianghu people with high martial arts skills.

In order not to lose the reputation of Wei Wangfu, Li Lang said.

...Little monk, where can I get help?Lingran laughed as he walked, thinking to himself that General Li Lang was a master who lied to others.When King Wei pressed him, he softened.

Ling Ran bared her teeth.

When he returned to Dong'an Temple, the sky was already bright, and the pattering rain gradually stopped.Beads of ticks hang on the blades of grass.

The old monk Mingxi had already woken up, and was sitting awkwardly on the head of the bed. When he raised his eyes and saw Lingran coming in, he was obviously relieved.There was a little smile on the aging face. "Little friend, you are back!"

"It was windy and rainy last night. Little monk, I went out for a walk. Big monk, did you sleep well?" Lingran smiled happily, put all the food on the table, and pulled the only one in the room. Chair, sit down.Complacently, he crossed one leg and let out a mouthful of snow-white glutinous rice teeth.

"Old monk, I am dying, so why worry? Last night, many officials broke in. I was so anxious, old monk, that I was unable to help you because of my weakness." Ming Xi sighed.

"Oh, I knew I couldn't hide it from you!" Lingran grinned.

Afterwards, he briefly told Mingxi what happened last night, only concealing the details of the next month's birth and death in the Tang Palace.

Mingxi frowned after hearing this, and said, "Although today is a man of natural choice, and China is also a country of natural choice, the fortune has not yet fully shined. Create disasters and alienate the hearts of the people. What do you care about?"

"No!" Lingran answered simply.

He got up and brought a copper basin of water, took a spoonful and poured it on a soft cloth in his hands, and said with a smile: "Old monk, eat something first, and we will discuss it slowly. Now, wash your face and body first!"

Mingxi was embarrassed and stopped him. "Little friend, you have no experience in fighting grudges, old monk, let me go with you!"

Lingran's eyes fell on the lower half of Mingxi that turned into a tree stump, with a smile on his lips.cool.

Mingxi smiled awkwardly, her long snow-white eyebrows trembling. "Even if the old man can't walk, he may be able to help with the Zhongfu."

"Forget it, forget it," Lingran waved her hands again and again, "You just need to tell me where that place is, and I will naturally find a way to find it, little monk."

Mingxi still insisted on persuading her, but she couldn't bear the inconvenience, so she asked Lingran to rub her body and change clothes with her arms crossed.During the conversation between the two of them, "Give way", "raise your arm", "Lean back", after wiping, Lingran threw the soft cloth into the copper basin and said with a smile: "Next, let's eat !"

As he spoke, he took out a few warm white flour steamed buns from the Qiankun bag in his bosom like a magic trick, and handed them to Mingxi.

Ming Xi's eyes landed on the white-faced steamed bun that he hadn't seen in ten years, his cloudy eyes trembled, and there were slight tears.

"Hey, old monk, that's what's wrong with you! You can tear up anything serious. With your current appearance, you should stay in the temple to retire!" Ling Ran was speechless.

"When I turn around, little monk, I have to discuss with General Li Lang carefully, how can I cleanse you of this crime!"

Mingxi choked on his words.

Lingran waited for Mingxi to have a full meal, and walked out with the copper basin in her hand, with a damp soft cloth on her wrist.

The sleeves were rolled up high, and she changed into a pair of clogs barefoot, looking like a mistress in a bathhouse.

Humming a tune in his mouth, he leisurely went to the next door to the west wing, and got a good night's sleep.

In his sleep, he actually saw that very tall building again.

In the dream, the rain is pattering.

The city lord with a huge dragon's head shook his hand and took the opportunity to entangle him.

...It turned out to be a continuation of the dream I had in the Jiange Abode of the Mietian Realm before coming to this world!

In the dream, he was eating delicious food in the restaurant, and the hands wrapped around his arms were cold and slippery, making him extremely uncomfortable.He shook his hand and raised his head in displeasure.

There was a huge aura in the eyes of the city lord.

The dragon's pupils were as big as a copper bell, but Lingran saw that the self inside the "copper bell" was more handsome than Su Shisan!

He couldn't describe himself in the dragon's pupils, like a person who was emitting jewels all over his body, shining beautifully.

The city lord held his hand, rubbed his fingertips for a moment, and said to him, "Baby, I have been looking for you for a thousand years. Although I made a mistake a thousand years ago, I am trapped in this world for a thousand years now, just to save you." Baby, you have a chance to turn around. This millennium prison life must be enough to overcome it? Don't be angry with me again, okay?"

Lingran sneered in his dream, with the corners of his mouth curled down, and said coldly, "It is said that the time you snatched the sword, the young master died. His body was broken into pieces, and a wisp of ghost wandered into the 21st century. Such pain, even if you sit on A ten-thousand-year prison is not enough to make up for it!"

After laughing at him, he couldn't help laughing.The eyes are curved, as pleasant as the spring breeze in February.Words are as sweet as honey.

In the dream, he stabbed the knife sweetly like that.

"City Lord, I'm just a strand of soul living here. The City Lord treats me so heartily... How dare I say no to what you want. Why come to beg me!"

What he said was that he didn't dare, not that he couldn't bear it.Not even a word about forgiveness.

In the words, everything that swishes past is bitter and frosty.

It's a pity that the dragon didn't understand.Wearing a dragon head and a red robe, the tall figure covered Lingran's face.

Candle shadows were shining on the wall, and the smell of wine and flowers was everywhere. The city lord seemed to be half-drunk, and after listening to Lingran's words, he hugged Lingran instead.

A heavy musky scent came over, and this scent permeated Lingran's body and mind layer by layer.The clothes are all dyed.

Lingran wanted to struggle, but the city lord hugged him even tighter instead. "Baby, can you just let me go for a while?"

The tone was quite earnest, even with a hint of pleading.

This kind of active showing of weakness from the strong, ordinary people will probably soften their hearts for a moment after hearing this.

However, Lingran struggled even harder, kicking the dragon's red robe with both feet.He shouted loudly: "Da Lang, you must know how to write the word 'shame'!"

The author has something to say:

Su Shisan: Dalang, you must know how to write the word 'shame'!

Dalang: ... I am illiterate, you are bullying me!

Su Shisan: Come on, young master, I will teach you.Congxin, Ersheng, you must know that you are ashamed when you pester me like this.

Dalang: No!No shame!I am proud of you, baby, you are the glory in my heart!

Su Shisan: ...mmp, I'm actually a little moved, how can I break it? !Waiting online, very urgent.