Lingquan sachet
Lingquan Festival, 8 am.
There were many green buses parked on the spacious road, and many people were getting on and off, coming in and out.
"Ping'an Community Building 8, Unit 1 is here. License plate: 80001. Hurry up and catch up. The bus leaves at 8:30!"
"Hey, why is there one more person?"
The ticket seller looked puzzled. She looked at the strange girl in front of her, then turned to look at Wang Wenxiu: "Don't you have a daughter in your family?"
Wang Wenxiu said apologetically, "I'm sorry, this is my distant cousin's daughter, Liu Shuyu. She happened to enter the teleportation array by mistake a few days ago and came to us."
"You said she is a little girl, all alone outside, so we, as elders, naturally have to help her." Wang Wenxiu calmly stuffed a bottle of pills into her hand, and pulled her daughter and Xiao Luo into the car. Wang Wutong behind her gave her a simple smile.
The ticket seller secretly opened it and saw that it was a second-grade spiritual elixir. He smiled so hard that his mouth broke: "No problem, no problem."
"Since you are a monk and your relative, come on board. We don't have enough room in this car, so one more person will do."
She had never expected the Wang family to be so powerful that they had snatched up a second-grade elixir! She had gone to the Treasure Pavilion many times but hadn't been able to buy any. As soon as the second-grade elixir was put on the shelves, it was bought up by those crazy parents, so she had never bought any for her own daughter.
She quietly noticed the strange girl in the back seat, and when she met her cold and indifferent eyes, her heart tightened. This aura... was a bit like that of a school principal.
No! He's even scarier than the principal of Qiuyu Academy!
I didn't expect that a foreigner from the Wang family would have such a powerful relative. You can't judge a book by its cover. Fortunately, she had never said anything bad about the Wang family before.
People gathered one after another and the car set off.
"Ah... I'm so sleepy." Wang Siyu yawned, "Sister Qianluo, I want to sleep a little longer..."
Qianluo and Wang Siyu went to bed last night. The little girl was excited all night, chattering for most of the night. Finally, she said she was sleepy and fell asleep. Her little face was flushed, and she was holding Qianluo's hand. Qianluo covered her with a quilt, closed her eyes and went to sleep, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
Although cultivation is a kind of rest for her, she hasn't slept peacefully for a long time.
I had a dreamless night and felt very comfortable.
Wang Wenxiu, who was sitting in the back, was furious when she saw her daughter. She muttered quietly, "This girl is not only greedy but also sleepy. I don't know who she took it from!"
If there weren't a lot of people on the bus, she would have slapped her on the back of the head. She didn't care about such an important day at all! She slept when she was full and ate when she woke up. What's the difference between her and a pig?
Facing his wife's hint, Wang Wutong smiled innocently and pretended not to care: "My daughter follows me, haha..."
The corner of Wang Wenxiu's mouth twitched: "...Hehe!"
One is silly and the other is lazy! Look at Xiao Luo, she is young but has a high level of cultivation. You can tell she has a bright future! Xiao Luo has only five spiritual roots and her aptitude is even worse than Si Yu, so how can she be so amazing!
Siyu is still lazy!
After arriving in District 7, Wang Wenxiu really became a pushover. She couldn't help but donate! Qiuyu Academy had so many students with three spiritual roots. Wang Siyu wasn't special. She was just number one in the class, not the grade. Why was she so proud?
The bus ride up the mountain took another hour, which was boring. The people on the bus were all residents of Building 1, and they knew each other well, so they started chatting and gossiping to pass the time.
Just then, Aunt Zhao from Room 802 pulled Wang Wenxiu aside and muttered, "Wenxiu! I just saw you give the conductor the elixir! You're finally generous for once! Normally, Siyu wouldn't even ask for a large beast leg!"
Wang Wenxiu chuckled, "Really? Siyu doesn't have a promising future like your son. She's still young and needs to grow. As a mother, I can only urge her to change her bad habits and not waste food and spirit stones."
Aunt Zhao's eyelids drooped, and the corners of her mouth twisted, looking somewhat unhappy. This was because Wang Wenxiu's words were implicitly referring to her son. Everyone knew that her son worked in the palace and his expenses were very high. She and the old man worked hard to save spirit stones, and they also hoped that he would marry a good wife.
Even if he became a monk, he still had to have a wife! Otherwise, how could she become a mother-in-law and have grandchildren?
However, the biggest problem was the house and the people. That brat Zhao Zheng! He didn't even care about a single girl. He spent every day drinking and eating with his friends, eating and drinking to excess, and his little salary was completely wasted.
Although houses are being distributed for free now, it is only limited to this generation. Once the new houses are built, because the land is small and the population is large, there are too few houses, and you still need to draw lots and queue up to buy a house. School district houses are in great demand!
I don’t want my future grandson to be unable to go to school!
Aunt Zhao smiled wryly, her eyes fixed on the young girl beside her: "Is this little girl really your distant cousin?"
Wang Wenxiu rolled her eyes: "Of course, this is not true, I grew up watching it!"
Although Wang Wenxiu didn't know why Qianluo changed her name to Liu Shuyu, she did as she was told and said that Liu Shuyu was her distant cousin.
Aunt Zhao chuckled twice, expressing her strong disbelief, but did not say anything else.
The road is flat, the scenery is beautiful, the mountains are high, the water is deep, and the sky is clear. Today's Lingquan Festival has just begun.
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"You want to serve me?"
Chen Ziqiu slowly put on his new green clothes while glancing at the woman next to him. Even the beautiful and cold-hearted Sun Rushuang would have to bow her head one day.
Sun Rushuang lowered her head to help him dress, carefully saying, "District Chief, I should have thought this through earlier. I have no one to rely on, and you are the only one who treats me well as always."
"Without the District Chief's help, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to reach the first level of Qi training. I've figured it out these days. From now on, Rushuang is willing to accompany the District Chief for the rest of her life."
The woman raised her beautiful eyes, with a hint of shyness: "I am willing to lend a hand to the District Chief and strive for the Core Formation Stage."
Chen Ziqiu had no doubts about it. He believed that he was of noble status, handsome, and his cultivation was above everyone else. A little woman who came to seek his protection must have fallen under his charm.
Besides, the last sentence hit the nail on the head.
Forming the elixir is his only goal.
For this, he is willing to pay any price!
Chen Ziqiu's eyes flashed with a green light, and his throat moved: "Okay, you wait in the hot spring tonight."
In his heart, Sun Rushuang is pretty. Compared with other women, she has a proud personality and a pure yin body, which can help him cultivate. How could he not like her?
Treating them like kittens and puppies is also liking them.
Sun Rushuang's face lit up with an excited smile. She quickly knelt down to express her gratitude, as respectfully as a concubine serving the emperor. She was extremely surprised and said, "Thank you, District Chief!"
The woman lowered her head, a gleam of light in her eyes. Her messy hair obscured her expression, revealing her eyes hidden in the darkness.
Chen Ziqiu, tonight is the day you die!
She tightly grasped the eye mask sewn into her sleeve, her eyes gloomy.
Mom, I will definitely avenge you!
——
"A-choo!"
"Has the cold not healed yet?"
Ye Zi handed Li Yuanyuan a tissue. Li Yuanyuan took it and blew her nose: "Hey, ever since we got caught in the rain last time, I always have a runny nose and sneeze, and taking medicine doesn't help."
"A body at the fifth level of Qi training is so fragile!" Li Yuanyuan rolled the tissue into a ball and threw it away, while pulling Ye Zi to talk. "Tell me, what happened? The last time we woke up, we were outside! And Meng Ming said I went to look for Sun Rushuang, how is that possible!"
"I don't even remember! No one will turn out like me!"
Ye Zi glanced at her and said, "Then why don't you tell Meng Ming?"
Li Yuanyuan rubbed her face. "This... feels strange and a little dangerous. What if my life is in danger because of this? I'd better hide..."
If others found out that someone disguised themselves as her to find Sun Rushuang, it would mean that something big would happen to Sun Rushuang, and it would eventually lead to her being the one responsible. She was only in her twenties and didn't want to lose her life because of this.
"Ye Zi, you and I are good friends, so I just told you this. Please don't tell Meng Ming and the others!"
Ye Zi patted her hands and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell Meng Ming. You and I have been good friends for so many years. If I find out about you, I will find out about me. We are in this together."
"But don't you admire the district chief? Why didn't you go to Lingquan this time?" Ye Zi wondered, "Is it because of this matter?"
Li Yuanyuan pouted: "I don't know what's wrong, I'm a little scared of seeing the district chief. I don't seem to like him as much as before..."
Ye Zi was silent for a while: "Really? I feel the same way..."
Ever since the last dream about Qin Dong asking for her life, the two of them were caught in the rain all night and fell seriously ill. They found that their mood was very different. They no longer targeted Sun Rushuang all day long, nor did they say bad things about Sun Rushuang behind her back. When they saw the district chief being as gentle as water, they felt only fear and terror in their hearts, and no shyness at all.
"Forget it, forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore!" Li Yuanyuan pulled back the quilt and lay down. "They're going to the Lingquan Festival to worship. We'll just sleep here. I'm so tired."
Ye Zi frowned: "Will this be disrespectful to Lingquan? What if something goes wrong in the future?"
Li Yuanyuan grumbled a few words, "I'm an immortal cultivator, I don't care about feudal superstitions. Those things were done on purpose to show mortals, to make them fear and respect the Lingquan Festival, so that they can rule them for a long time. Anyone who does such things is either an elder or a district chief."
The secret was revealed in one sentence. Ye Zi had never expected her sister to become more and more bold in her words: "You..."
Li Yuanyuan patted the bedside, her eyes curved. "Ye Zi, come up and take a nap with me. What's the point of us, a little shrimp at the fifth level of Qi training, thinking about these things? Just continue to lie down and do nothing."
"You..." Ye Zi shook her head helplessly.
Li Yuanyuan: "Are Meng Ming, Zhang Su, and Zhao Zheng no longer looking after Sun Rushuang? Or did the four of them go to Lingquan Mountain together?"
Ye Zi: "It seems that four people went up the mountain together. Sun Rushuang surrendered, and Meng Ming and the other two were responsible for Sun Rushuang's safety."
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Lingquan Mountain, shrouded in clouds and mist, is a mountain range of peaks, with deep blue and light green hidden in the mist, like a pipa half-hidden in the air, a breathtaking beauty. At this moment, a long, melodious sound of bells and chimes rang out from the mountain, the sound so grand and solemn that it involuntarily filled one with respect.
"Spirit Spring Festival begins!"
"The believers wore green clothes, drank from the spiritual spring, and hiked up the mountain!"
Men, women, old and young, dressed in new green clothes lined up along the hillside, like a winding stream, swaying and gurgling, from the middle of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, one after another.
There were several men wearing green clothes and with long hair, with handsome features and fair skin. They handed the mortal a cup of spiritual spring water, and the mortal took it with both hands, drank it all, and then walked up the mountain without staying.
Qian Luo was in the middle of the team, frowning at the cult-like behavior: This Lingquan Festival was becoming more and more bizarre. She was only a third-grade alchemist and couldn't tell what was added to it.
This water is definitely not drinkable!
Wang Wenxiu seemed to see the girl's confusion. She turned around and carefully warned, "Xiao Luo, when in Rome, do as the Romans do! We drink this spiritual spring every year, and there's no harm in it. On the contrary, it strengthens our bodies and cures all our old ailments! Don't refuse, or you'll upset the Spirit Spring Messenger!"
Spirit Spring Messenger?
Qian Luo glanced at the cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training and smiled perfunctorily.
Wang Wenxiu, Wang Wutong, and Wang Siyu all drank the spiritual spring water. When it was Qianluo's turn, she also pretended to drink it. In fact, it was just a trick. The monks did not see it and let her go.
As we ascended the mountain, the air became fresher and the spiritual energy gradually became richer. This place was comparable to the Daoist Mountain. It seemed that Lingquan Mountain lived up to its name! I just didn't know what was added to it!
"What are we going to do next?"
Wang Siyu excitedly said, "Next up are Qiuyu Academy and Dongshuang Academy! I heard that Qiuyu Academy has six people at the tenth level of Qi training this year! So it's not like previous years where there were only three!"
"We female cultivators are no worse than male cultivators. The highest-level male cultivator this year is only at the eighth level of Qi training. There's a world of difference!"
Wang Wenxiu saw the girl's frivolous look and scolded her with a smile, "Don't talk about others! I'll be thankful when you can participate in the Lingquan Festival and become the representative of Qiuyu Academy!"
"There's no rush for this. I'm only 13 years old, and I still have 12 years to go before graduation! Besides, I'm already at the fifth level of Qi training. Don't underestimate me!"
Wang Siyu said this with a proud look on her face, and then she pulled Qianluo up the mountain, fearing that her mother would beat her: "Sister Qianluo, hurry up, let's get a good spot!"
Qianluo was puzzled: "Taking up a seat?"
"Yes! We'll be standing by the Spiritual Spring in a moment as the District Chief equips nine monks with Spiritual Spring sachets. This spot is very tight, and I'm short, so I have to stand in front to watch carefully!"
After all, he was a child, young and energetic, and ran ahead in a hurry.
Qianluo followed closely behind, feeling even more confused about the Lingquan Festival. What was going on with this Lingquan sachet?
Given Chen Ziqiu's practice of replenishing his yin and yang, would he let these six female monks go? Was there something else behind this spiritual spring sachet?
With a lot of questions in her mind, Qianluo stood at the edge of the spiritual spring.
The spiritual spring is huge, surrounded by green railings to prevent mortals from falling into the water.
The spring water is still bubbling, the clear water is rippling, and you can see the bottom. It is rich in spiritual energy and is definitely not ordinary. I think the lush vegetation on the mountain grows so well because of the nourishment of the spiritual spring.
In front of the Lingquan is an elegant pavilion in the water. About ten meters away from the Lingquan, there is an open space. Nine monks are standing on the open space. They are wearing green clothes and have plain faces. The women are beautiful and the men are handsome. They are all excitedly waiting for the head of District 7 to put the Lingquan sachets on them.
This is a symbol of honor and the first step to power.
"Yuan Xiang, are you nervous?"
"I was so nervous! My heart started pounding when I thought about seeing the district chief again!"
Two young girls were whispering to each other. They were female cultivators at the tenth level of Qi training, the best of Qiuyu Academy. But at this moment, they were as shy as girls in the boudoir.
"Zheng Zheng, don't worry. My brother said the district chief is a very nice person." Meng Yuanxiang smiled slightly. She had a dignified appearance, and her smile made her look even more dignified, generous, beautiful and elegant.
"It's great that Brother Meng Ming works in the palace. I wish I could go to work in the palace someday!" Chu Zhengzheng was full of envy. Brother Yuanxiang worked as a guard in the palace, unlike her family who were all mortals.
Meng Yuanxiang's eyelashes trembled slightly: "We both have a chance." The thought of getting one step closer to the person she likes made her excited. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to work with the district chief...
"Please nine monks come forward!"
"Please wear the Lingquan sachet, District Head!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a young man in a green shirt with a smile on his face, walking towards him slowly. He was as gentle as jade, a true gentleman, and made people feel like they were in the spring breeze, and they couldn't help but let down their guard.
The first person to wear the Lingquan sachet was Meng Yuanxiang. Although her cultivation was the same as other girls, she practiced diligently and studied basic techniques seriously. She was praised by many teachers and was undoubtedly the first.
Before the young man came close, she smelled a refreshing scent.
It might be the smell of the sachet, or it might be the smell of his body, but in any case, Meng Yuanxiang's face was as red as a peach blossom, which made her originally snow-white skin look even more outstanding, adding a touch of brightness and charm, like a delicate and beautiful flower waiting to be picked.
Chen Ziqiu's eyes flickered as he smiled softly, "Meng Yuanxiang."
The girl whispered: "Yes, District Chief..."
The young man took the Lingquan sachet, hooked it around the girl's belt, and moved his fingertips lightly, as if hooking her slender waist. An ambiguous feeling flowed, and Meng Yuanxiang was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to look up and look at the young man.
She could only smell the fragrance and hear the young man's low laugh. Because she was so close, she could also feel the warmth and generosity of his shaking chest.
"This is your Lingquan sachet, don't lose it."
The young man almost brushed her ear, his thin lips brushing against the blood-red earlobe, bringing a trembling electric current that made her whole body go limp, and she fell straight down, leaning backwards.
She thought she was going to be embarrassed in front of everyone, but she didn't expect the young man to hook her belt and hold her soft waist with one hand. Just as he imagined, he was affectionate and helpless: "Stand still."
Although they were ordinary words, they made her feel tingling in her ears. Her eyes seemed to be glued to the young man, and she was reluctant to leave him for a moment.
Even after all the monks had obtained the spiritual spring sachets, she still stared blankly, trying to make eye contact with the young man. However, the young man did not even glance at her, and her heart was hanging in the air, neither rising nor falling.
Why do these people compete with her!
The one who should be remembered by everyone is the first place, not the second or third place!
Why is Zheng Zheng trying to compete with her?! Her family is clearly just ordinary people, not worthy of the District Chief's special attention! Why is he looking at Zheng Zheng?! Why is he looking at everyone else?!
When she saw him being gentle to other girls, she couldn't help but feel jealous, twisted, and resentful.
As she wished, the young man finally looked at her.
Just one glance, and she was like a reckless moth, throwing herself into the sea of fire of love.
…
Qian Luo, who watched the whole process, frowned: Is this the district chief choosing a concubine?
Qian Luo's heart trembled when she saw Wang Siyu, who was envious of the female cultivator. Could it be that in a dozen years, even if Siyu stood there, she would be chosen by someone?
That won’t do!
Just as she was complaining, something unexpected happened!
A figure hidden in the grass and trees jumped out: "Chen Ziqiu, prepare to die!"
Glancing at that cold look, Qianluo's heart trembled. Could it be Sun Rushuang?
What? Change of plans?
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