Chapter 127 Wholesale White Moonlight

It is said that spring rain is as precious as oil, and the spiritual rain that falls on the second day of the second month of the lunar calendar is even more priceless.

Jiang Liang took out a large iron basin and put it on the ground under Lin Du's strange eyes.

This is also a good material for soup. He will use it to boil medicine for Lin Du. The original soup will be transformed into the original food, and the wool will come from the sheep.

Lin Du, who was spread out on the ground, took a long time to shovel himself up. He obediently let Jiang Liang check his pulse. He endured his hunger and swam a circle in Luoze. He went ashore to change his clothes and found that he had grown taller again. The bottom of his robe had reached his ankles, which was a bit tight.

Lin Du dried his hair, and then braided it into a Taoist bun on top of his head. He planned to go down the mountain to treat a few nephews to a meal and buy new robes. Jiang

Liang glanced at Yan Ye, who had withdrawn his consciousness. He wanted to say something, but felt it was inappropriate. He took the basin and went back to find his own apprentice.

The child is growing up, but Yan Ye, this fool, probably doesn't understand.

The rain has stopped, and the sky is full of rosy clouds. You can vaguely see the flow of Taoism. Wherever there is a calamity cloud, there is the auspicious cloud representing a good omen.

But I don't know if it's because Lin Du jumped too fast, or it's almost dusk. The entire Wushang Sect mountain range is covered with rosy clouds, and Dingjiu City is bathed in golden light.

When one reaches the third stage of cultivation, one can live for thousands of years, fly freely, and soar through the clouds.

Lin Du finally no longer needs to fly, but she still has to use her magic weapon. She walks among the clouds, sends a message to her nephews, and then lands on the main peak to report to the headmaster that she is fine. She also kidnaps Ni Jinxuan, and the group goes down the mountain in a mighty manner.

The sunset glows like honey on the shoulders of the young men, their robes flutter, the sound of bronze bells is crisp and pleasant, wrapped in laughter, and dragged by the wind to create a happy atmosphere.

"Let's eat the roast duck at Fumanlou!"

"Let's eat the braised fish head at Haichanglou!"

"Let's eat the roasted lamb at Yanchun Pavilion!"

Lin Du was troubled by the quarrels of his three nephews. "Eat them all, eat them all, at most we can just move on to another one, it's not like we can't afford it."

A group of people went down the mountain and entered Fumanlou in a lively and noisy manner.

Lin Du had just survived the heavenly tribulation, and his aura was still there. He was young, so he would attract attention wherever he went.

It was still cold in the north even in February. Mo Lin was wearing a black fox fur coat. He was tall and looked like a thinner black bear that stole the monk's robe from a distance.

The remaining group of people were arguing with each other, and they were like more than a dozen people, which was particularly eye-catching along the way.

"Second floor, No. 1 private room, six distinguished guests." The waiter had just finished speaking when his eyes fell on the disciple tokens on the six people, and asked with a smile, "I wonder which Taoist priest in the sect has survived the heavenly tribulation today. Look at the auspicious clouds, it's so pleasing to see."

Lin Du smiled but said nothing. Ni Jinxuan looked at her expression and swallowed her boastful heart.

Yan Qing and Yuan Ye looked at each other and didn't say anything. Mo Lin smiled and held his sleeves, "It's one of my uncles."

There was indeed nothing wrong with what he said.

Lin Du secretly thought that this kid really grew up.

The waiter recognized Mo Lin. A low-level cultivator could not perceive the specific cultivation level of a cultivator stronger than himself, so he smiled and said, "Your uncle must be a person who can benefit the local area. This February is the second day of the second month when the dragon rises its head. What a great day."

The group walked up all the way, and the words spoken in the tavern fell into their ears.

"Someone from our Supreme Sect advanced today. Did you see it? The thunderstorm sounded for a long time."

"I counted, 39 heavenly tribulations, it seems like he advanced to the Tengyun Realm!"

"Wow, when I saw the glow when I came out, I thought he was at least a Huiyang Realm immortal."

"For an ordinary person to reach the Tengyun Realm in his lifetime, it means that his inner alchemy skills have been cultivated to the point where they are perfect. The subsequent spiritual cultivation is not something that ordinary people can achieve." "

That's true. The Taoist priests in our Supreme Sect are all geniuses, and our Dingjiu City has become a great place with outstanding people and beautiful scenery." "

When you mentioned your Jindan, it reminded me of the headline in the Anecdotes of the Cultivation World a few days ago. Have you read it?"

"Which one?"

“He was the first disciple of Elder Pei Qin of Gui Yuan Sect. He was about to fail in the Jindan tribulation, but someone sacrificed himself to block it for him. Only then was he able to make it through and successfully formed the Jindan.” When

Lin Du heard this, he paused. Everyone who was going up the stairs stopped in unison, pricked up their ears, and waited attentively for what was to come.

"Wow, this heavenly tribulation was originally meant to attack only one person. It would be fine if you use a magic weapon to block it, but if another person rushes in, wouldn't that be provoking the way of heaven? Wouldn't he be struck twice as hard?" "

That's right. It is said that the golden elixir of the female cultivator who rushed in to save people was shattered on the spot. Tsk tsk, why bother? If the golden elixir fails once, there can always be a next time , right? As long as the person is not killed, there is still hope."

"I'm afraid it was a Taoist couple. How could they bear to see their lover suffer? It is said that the first disciple was about to be struck to death by lightning, but a white figure rushed into the heavenly thunder, threw himself on the first disciple, and blocked the remaining thunder for him."

Lin Du suddenly turned around and looked at Xia Tianwu and Mo Lin thoughtfully.

Today, Xia Tianwu was still wearing a dark embroidered white dress, but underneath it was a green Liuxian skirt, as tender as a new bud on a willow branch. The jade belt around her waist echoed the ice jade on her head and the emerald glass necklace on her chest.

She sighed, "Why are you all wearing white?"

Mo Lin:

"Little Master, why are you looking at me? I don't wear white."

Lin Du turned his head, "Nothing, I thought of Shao Fei."

Shao Fei was white, Xia Tianwu was white, and when it came to Xia Tianwu's favored white moonlight, it was still white. There

is only one moon, and white moonlight is everywhere, and it is sent away in batches.

Mo Lin sneered, "Young Master, are you slandering me?"

"They are short of spiritual bones to ascend, and they have set their sights on me. They dare not come to take them openly, and have to rely on a woman like that. It gives me a headache to hear about fate."

"Tell me, if you can't ascend, you can go to hell and become a ghost cultivator."

"You have prevented me from practicing martial arts for a year. My bones ache from lying down these few days."

"The bone pain is not caused by you lying down. Others need a hundred days to heal a bone, but you have injured bones all over your body." Xia Tianwuben was walking side by side with him. Hearing this complaint, he turned around and looked at him.

"With the strength of your usual body refining, you can break your bones three times a day now. Just be quiet."

Lin Du lowered his eyes and smiled, then continued to go upstairs.

Yuan Ye was thoughtful, "Is this first disciple the one who made an appointment with our junior master to compete in nine years? What's his name?"

Yan Qing continued, "Wu Xi, the one whose soul couldn't defeat the ghost of the Lanju Realm and was almost seized, and was pinched by the junior master and punched into a pig's head." When

he said this, Xia Tianwu also remembered, "The pig's head with a broken nose?"

Lin Du nodded, holding back his laughter, "Yes, that's it."

Mo Lin was suspicious, "Why does junior sister know, but I don't know."

"Didn't you miss the Lanju Secret Realm?"

The group went into the private room to order food, and Mo Lin ordered the food as usual. The others talked at once, while they divided the bowls and chopsticks and poured tea into the teacups at the door of each person's door. The whole room was filled with chatter.

"Wu Xi also said that our junior master can't form the golden elixir in nine years, but he has to rely on others to save him before he can form the golden elixir successfully. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it has to be our junior master."

Lin Du played with the Fu Sheng fan in his hand with a smile on his face the whole time. He didn't react until he heard Yuan Ye say this. "Don't gloat over other people's misfortunes. They are people and I am me. It's normal that he doesn't know your junior master's talent."

"Speaking of which, who was the one who protected him from the thunder and caused his golden elixir to be shattered?"