19 Go one step ahead

When it comes to soul, she is indeed different from others.

Although 001 said that her soul would not be rejected by this world, it was still clearly different from other people in essence. The world of immortal cultivation was different from what she had known for the previous twenty years, and she was at risk of being exposed at any time.

Hua Lang tried his best to suppress his uneasiness.

Mo Jinghong was so drunk at the time that he was unconscious. Just by touching her forehead, his fingertips poked into empty air several times. It was possible that he didn't even notice the bean-sized soul core in the lamp.

Moreover, the formation of the lamp cave where the soul lamp is placed is very strict, and no one is allowed to approach. Her soul lamp hidden among these tens of thousands of lamps is actually safer than if she stole it and placed it on Qijing Peak.

Thinking of this, Hua Lang calmed down a lot and walked towards Yan Rong who had been waiting for a long time.

When her fingertips touched Yan Rong's forehead, she felt as if her spiritual consciousness was entering a swamp.

Swimming was extremely strenuous, completely different from Xie Hanjing's situation.

When the outer soul was finally taken out, Hua Lang's attention was quickly attracted by Yan Rong's soul lamp.

Compared with the others, this light was so dim that it seemed like it would go out at any moment.

Her heart tightened. Yan Rong had been infected with the cold poison for only a short time, but her spirit was already obviously weakened. These were details not mentioned in the original book.

When all the soul lamps of everyone were lit, He Wenzhou activated the formation, and green lamps floated up from everyone's palms, flew out of the temple door staggeringly, and the flickering green light gradually faded away.

*

The unusual movements of the demon clan kept the inner and outer gates extremely busy, and the discussion meeting was postponed. Naturally, the task of entertaining Wu Tingque fell on the idle Hua Lang.

Mo Jinghong asked Wu Tingque to teach Hua Lang some flute techniques. Every day, apart from admiring flowers and playing with birds, the two of them would sit under the pavilion and play the flute to each other.

Ever since Hua Lang started using the Jingxu Talisman sent by Ming Jinshu, his sleep quality has improved dramatically. When he wakes up, he only vaguely remembers having a dream at night, but he can't quite recall the content of the dream. He has never woken up in the middle of the night again.

When people are in high spirits, they play the flute with much more energy. The flute sounds mournful and makes those who hear it heartbroken.

The song is over——

Outside the pavilion, the birds have flown away, and the flowers have withered;

Inside the pavilion, Wu Tingque turned around and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Hua Lang felt that he had made great progress and said shamelessly: "Master Wu, what do you think of my song "High Mountains and Flowing Water"?

Wu Tingque's hand, which was clutching the handkerchief, had white knuckles and was trembling slightly.

He tried to praise her, "...Junior sister, you are extremely talented and your song is extremely powerful. In time, you will surely become famous throughout the world."

"Ahem, it's just that the music requires a coherent rhythm. Junior Sister, you've already spent a lot of time studying today. Why don't we continue another day?"

Hua Lang nodded and took back Tianshu with a lingering feeling.

I have to say that Wu Tingque is indeed an excellent teacher.

With his guidance, Hua Lang's control and integration of spiritual energy have been further improved in recent days, and he has also slowly figured out some techniques to fight against the enemy.

When the attendants who were standing a few hundred steps outside the pavilion saw Hua Lang stand up, they hurried over, pushed Wu Tingque, and the group strolled in the pine forest outside the pavilion.

The forest was full of green, with dense leaves of different heights, giving off a faint sheen. The wheelchair kept rolling over pine cones, making sporadic rustling sounds.

Even when Wu Tingque was extremely tired, his back was straight when he sat in the wheelchair.

Accompanied by the rustling sound of broken leaves, he suddenly spoke, "These past few days, Junior Sister has played music without even once using the basic mental method, yet she's been able to directly condense spiritual energy, and each move is miraculous. I wonder where Junior Sister has been practicing since she was young?"

Hua Lang said cautiously, "Before I entered Qinglai, I was just a casual cultivator without any sect or school. I picked up any techniques and learned a few stages, but I unconsciously missed the basic techniques."

Wu Tingque pondered, "So that's the case. However, being a casual cultivator isn't necessarily inferior to being in a higher position. The freedom and ease of a casual cultivator is a life I've always longed for."

Hua Lang had never been to any place in her previous life. After hearing what Wu Tingque said, she couldn't help but feel a little yearning. When she completed her mission and was resurrected, she would go and see more of the scenery she had never seen.

The next day, Hua Lang went to find Wu Tingque again with the flute.

The guard outside the door looked embarrassed and hesitantly said, "The eldest master has caught a cold today and I'm afraid it's inconvenient for him to go out. Junior Master Hua, please go back."

Hua Lang was a little disappointed. "In that case, I'll come back another day. Please tell Master Wu to take good care of himself and there's no rush to practice the flute."

After getting to know him for the past few days, she felt that Wu Tingque was quite easy to get along with.

Even Ming Jinshu, who always responded to requests, was unwilling to listen to her playing the flute, but Wu Tingque could listen for several hours without changing his expression.

Hua Lang walked out reluctantly, but stopped after taking a few steps.

There was something strange vaguely visible at the junction of the smooth floor.

Hua Lang leaned over, picked it up with two fingers and took a look.

It is a two-inch long white hair that feels extremely soft.

*

Outer gate.

In the boundless medicinal fields, there are medicine baskets filled to the brim and disciples bending over to harvest herbs everywhere.

Hua Lang looked around and found that Yan Rong didn't seem to be here today.

Two days ago, she discovered that those people did not dare to bully Yan Rong openly, so she deliberately assigned him more tasks.

Yan Rong was already weak, and when Hua Lang found him yesterday, he was about to faint in the medicinal field.

Hua Lang's eyes swept across the many busy disciples, and he stopped at the back of an extremely eye-catching young man.

Xie Han was shocked?

"Junior Master." Someone saw Hua Lang, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and greeted him with a smile.

When the sparse disciples in Tanaka heard the noise, they all straightened up and looked curiously at the young master who always ran to the outer gate.

Xie Hanjing turned around with everyone else. The wound on his face had mostly healed, leaving only a scar.

The scar was long and narrow, running across his beautiful face, like a piece of jade that had been broken into pieces and then crudely pieced together.

A shadow so fast that it could not be seen clearly shot out from under his collar and rushed straight towards Hua Lang——

Hua Lang brushed off the coal ball that hit his face, held it in his arms, and combed its fluffy fur with his fingers.

During this period, the coal ball lost the trimming of the flower lace, and its four sides, front, back, top and bottom, were restored to their identical appearance.

Hua Lang weighed it and found it was obviously much heavier. She sighed softly, "It's different following the hero. Yaoyao was eaten like a pig."

Xie Hanjing walked over. When Meiqiu saw him coming, she was afraid that she would be separated from Hua Lang, so she hid in Hua Lang's clothes, and the quilt that she had just tidied was messed up.

Xie Hanjing took out a small white porcelain bottle from his sleeve and said, "I heard that Junior Master has been having trouble sleeping recently. This is the sleeping incense I made. If you don't mind, you can place it by the bed to help you sleep."

Hua Lang was stunned.

The male protagonist can actually make incense?

Although she didn't know much about this, she knew that making incense required understanding the properties and flavors of each fragrant herb and constantly blending them. Different spices also had very different steps in preparation, grinding, and kneading, making it extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Outer disciples are required to study general education and basic introductory courses in the world of immortal cultivation for five hours every day. New disciples are often sent to do odd jobs that no one else wants to do.

In addition, Xie Hanjing would go to the library to practice hard every day.

With such a busy schedule, making incense would only be more troublesome.

Hua Lang reached out to take the bottle and gently removed the cork.

The incense pills in the bottle are brown-green in color, with a faint cool plum fragrance. The long-lasting musk and the diluted sweet pine fragrance do not cover each other, but are integrated into one.

It can be seen that the incense maker must have put a lot of effort into it.

Hua Lang, clutching the small porcelain bottle, suddenly felt like asking Xie Hanjing why he chose to cultivate the Way of Mercy. However, Xie Hanjing couldn't answer Hua Lang's question now, and Hua Lang wouldn't have the authority to stop him in the future.

Hua Lang could only lower his eyes and said, "...By the way, are you feeling better?"

Xie Han nodded in surprise. Hua Lang was just relieved when he suddenly whispered, "It hurts."

Hua Lang:?

Hua Lang thought she had misheard, so she bit her tongue to avoid blurting out rudely: Huh?

Xie Hanjing's cold and lonely eyes just stared at Hua Lang quietly, as if waiting for her reply.

Hua Lang felt inexplicably pressured, and she tightened her grip on the porcelain bottle slightly.

How could the male protagonist lie about such a thing? I guess there is something special about the magic weapon that can make the wounds of those who are hit by it extremely painful.

"That magical weapon isn't difficult to dodge. You should have let go and dodged it."

Xie Han shook his head in shock: "Junior Master has saved me several times, how can I just let go and abandon him?"

Hua Lang felt a little soft-hearted, and just as he was about to say something else, he suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his heart -

“Crack!”

There was a clear sound of shattering in my ears.

It’s that spirit storage stone!

Yan Rong is in danger!

Xie Hanjing noticed the change in her expression, "Junior Master?"

Hua Lang hurriedly took out two small boxes from the ring and stuffed them into Xie Hanjing's hands.

"This is a pill made by Senior Brother Gong. It has the effect of relieving pain and promoting tissue regeneration. Remember to take it. I have something else to do, so I have to leave first!"