Chapter 107 The real forbidden word
“Sir!”
Zhong Xiu saw a black figure on the edge of the square above in a trance. He was startled at first, and then Fu Zhi realized in his heart that it was Rong Qing who was back.
Rong Qing stood up, her slender and tall figure becoming increasingly ethereal in the mist that filled the valley.
He raised his hand and waved, and after giving the signal, he flew directly down from the square, like a white bird, with a smooth and natural trajectory.
Hong Fei, on the other hand, did what he had been doing for the past three years, quietly hiding in an attic on the rock wall, not letting anyone know.
"Getting fat." Rong Qing looked at Zhong Xiu and couldn't help pinching his face.
Zhong Xiu took a small breath when he heard this and wanted to touch his face. Because one hand was holding the basin, the only hand that could be raised happened to be covering the back of Rong Qing's hand.
The warm palm touched the back of Rong Qing's slightly cold hand.
"It's sir who has lost weight." Zhong Xiu whispered.
Three years have passed, and perhaps mortal memory will be slightly biased. But Rong Qing's changes are visible to the naked eye.
Whether it was the mist or thunder in the Forest of Ten Thousand Dharma Steles, her physical body changed greatly after being tempered. Not only has his body grown almost two inches taller, but his almost stable weight has also increased by sixty kilograms.
But in terms of appearance, the weight gain is even more unbelievable. Because Rong Qing has no excess fat on her body, her body lines are tight, and her muscles under the strong skin are strong.
Different from the martial arts in the world, Rong Qing's power is more restrained, but once it explodes, fists, legs, elbows, knees, everything can be used as a weapon.
On the rooftop, those people all wanted to try Rong Qing's close combat, and it was right to think so. Because she focuses on restraint, her physical body has always been a weakness. But now... even if she is really approached, Rong Qing is confident that she can withstand their attacks with her physical body alone.
Of course, high-level magic is relatively more lethal, and Rong Qing would not be stupid enough to resist.
Zhong Xiu carefully rubbed the back of his hand before taking Rong Qing's hand and moving it away from his face.
With the dim light, Zhong Xiu looked at the palm of his hand and then took a good look at Rong Qing before confirming that Rong Qing was back safe and sound.
"Are you going to fetch water?" Rong Qing said with a smile, "I'll accompany you."
After Zhong Xiuying recovered, the two went to the back of the house together.
With Rong Qing here, this matter is of course easy. When the two of them came back from the back of the house, they found Rong Qing holding a wooden basin in one hand and a bucket in the other, both filled with water.
Such undisguised movement. Finally attracted the attention of others in the valley.
Especially mountain walks and peaks.
Rong Qing and Hong Fei were both half-stepping into gods, but they couldn't find it. But this time, when Rong Qing and Zhong Xiu were together, they finally discovered it.
Therefore, I hurried over to pay my respects.
"Her cultivation is even more unfathomable!!"
This idea appeared in both of their minds at the same time.
In the end, cultivating the world is based on strength. Originally, Rong Qing was just a golden elixir, and they would inevitably feel dissatisfied after living together for a long time, not to mention the existence of a quiet room at the bottom of the lake.
How could such a good thing happen when Yun Tong was still the master of the temple!
Take turns to go to retreat to practice. Over the past three years, Shanxing and Fengcong feel that they have made considerable progress.
Especially mountain hiking...
"Yes, the golden elixir is in the middle stage." Rong Qing nodded.
Despite the support of spiritual energy resources, it takes three years to reach the middle stage of the golden elixir. Obviously it is inseparable from Shanxing's own hard work.
"The small achievements of Shanxing are not worth mentioning. Compared with the temple master, they are like the light of a grain of rice and a firefly. With the temple master here, no one dares to easily attack our White Rock Temple."
The little complacency he had originally felt was suppressed when he felt Rong Qing's tyrannical pressure.
More than Jin Dan, at least Nascent Soul. Even Nascent Soul is definitely an extremely powerful one!
Shan Xing did not dare to be disrespectful, he even bent down lower...
He even said continuously: "In the past three years, fortunately, I have lived up to the trust of the temple master. In addition to taking care of Zhong's mother, daughter and others, we have also tried our best to improve our cultivation. I only hope that the temple master will be satisfied when he comes back to see you." ”
"Satisfied." Rong Qing smiled indifferently at Shan Xing's flattery.
Once you reach the golden elixir, you can barely count as having the power to protect yourself in the world of cultivation.
"Get ready and tidy up." Rong Qing looked at Dugu Zhi, who was coming in his wheelchair, and she said, "Tomorrow, we will leave Cangliuzhou and go to Jing Country. From then on, Baishi Temple will be stationed in Jing Country. "
Hearing this, not only the people around Rong Qing were shocked, but also Lin Tian, who came from afar, was stunned.
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Arctic Flowing Light Sword Sect.
It is the most unattainable existence in the world of cultivation.
Black buildings are scattered across the snow-capped mountains. Cold and lonely.
At the foot of the mountain, Rong Qing slowly passed through the soft tundra. It looks like I have stepped on a piece of dark green vegetation, but in fact I have not stepped on it firmly. Otherwise, its weight would definitely crush these fragile plants.
Rong Qing brought the Baishiguan group to Jingguo, and after asking Dugu Zhi to help them settle down, they stopped stopping and rushed to the Liuguang Sword Sect.
Rough calculation shows that she has not been back for twelve or thirteen years.
The mountain gate in front of you...
Rong Qing looked complicated.
It was exactly where Hong Fei stopped her when she insisted on leaving.
A decade or so is too short a time for cultivating the world's buildings. Shanmen has not changed much from what Rong Qing remembers.
She jumped up and flew straight up. Because the mountain gate is connected to the sect formation, her breath can be sensed, so there will be no attacks. Within the Liuguang Sword Sect, as always, the disciples of the Sword Sect are few and far between. If they met from a distance, given Rong Qing's seniority, they would all be greeted with respect.
Rong Qing had her own purpose when she came back this time.
She wasn't sure she would have all the answers. But she needed an explanation.
Landing in front of his own house, he raised his hand to brush away the restrictions. The spiritual power had penetrated into the house through the door panel before she took a step.
The paper figures stuck behind the door panel moved their little hands and feet, and quickly jumped to the ground one by one.
Some consciously began to clean up the dust floating in the air. And some opened the door faster, swarmed out, and gathered around Rong Qing.
Rong Qing patted their raised little hands one by one, and then she coaxed them to be satisfied and went to work obediently.
After all, this is the place where she has lived for hundreds of years. It is impossible to say that she does not miss it at all. She looked around. The deserted room looked extremely desolate due to the lack of furnishings and popularity.
Rong Qing simply sat on the table and watched the paper figures busy around, feeling quite as happy as a landlord overseeing work.
Soft quilts were spread on the wooden couch, and black gauze was hung on the pole. The three little paper figures worked together to put the incense burner back to its original position, and there was another little paper figure on the top of the stove stuffing incense cubes inside. Suddenly a flame burst out, scaring it so much that it somersaulted backwards, and then a thin wisp of smoke slowly rose from the carvings.
Little by little, the empty room returned to its former appearance.
Exquisite, even luxurious. During these years in the Sword Sect, Rong Qing has always enjoyed the top resources in the cultivation world.
Even the incense that is randomly lit in the furnace, used to calm the mind, is a good thing priced at the upper-grade spiritual stone.
Judging from the resources, the sword masters seemed to have always favored her.
If this is not considered pampering, then what is considered pampering... Rong Qing couldn't help but smile bitterly. Sweet words and so on are indeed not as tempting as the actual benefits.
It was dusk, and the wind and snow outside the window became even stronger.
The turbulent snow and strong wind mixed together, causing the fluorite stones covered by the Tang grass-patterned gauze to roll uneasily in the lotus stone terraces in front of the door.
As if sensing something, Rong Qing said "open the door".
A bolder paper man quietly floated out from under the eaves and opened the door for the boy in white standing outside. It was almost blown far away by the sudden strong wind.
A gentle force enveloped it, and then it was placed back under the eaves, huddled together with its companions.
The door slowly closed, covering up all the sounds of wind and snow, leaving only a little silence in the room.
The aroma in the stove burned for a long time, seeming to wash away the dust on Rong Qing's body.
"Did the sword master ask you to come? Is he unhappy that I didn't come back with you?"
Rong Qing turned to look at Chu Yuan. He took off his hood and took off his coat as he approached.
Her overly beautiful face made the whole room shine.
Rong Qing asked this because the wind and snow tonight were a bit too much. The sword master controls the celestial phenomena here, and sometimes Rong Qing will guess their mood and anger by looking at the weather... quite accurately.
"Who are you asking about?"
"Who else," Rong Qing was about to say, "isn't it your master who respects Sword Master Yu?" Suddenly there was a pause.
Which sword master? There are only three sword masters in the Liuguang Sword Sect.
Chongyu, Chongji, and...Ji Ming.
No way... Rong Qing froze when she thought of that person.
Sword Master Ji Ming should be in seclusion. Is he out of seclusion? Or is he really unwilling to wait any longer and wants to intervene in this matter?
In Cangliu Continent, although she mentioned the name of Sword Master Ji Ming, the inspectors were frightened, as if Master Ji Ming doted on her. In fact...Rong Qing herself was very scared.
Sword Master Ji Ming is different from Chongyu and the others, especially in their methods of doing things.
"I thought you had made your decision when you came back." Zhu Yuan said lightly.
"Then did you 'see' my answer?" Rong Qing sneered.
Saw it.
Chu Yuan didn't make a sound, but got closer to Rong Qing.
"Stop." She said coldly.
Three difficult word bans appeared at the same time. Countless golden threads suddenly erupted, trying to bind Zhiyuan in place.
Rong Qing never thought that the trapped word ban could completely block Chu Yuan... However, she did not expect that the trapped word ban was as fragile as spider silk, and was regarded as nothing by Chu Yuan, without any stopping power.
"The forbidden word is not used like this."
Rong Qing's eyes widened suddenly. Countless golden threads appeared in her meridians, forming in the complex veins and outlining the word "sleepy".
More than that, in the sea of consciousness, in the mind...
Physical body, spiritual consciousness, and mind. It turns out that these three forbidden words are the real forbidden words!
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On the slightly illuminated window screen, the two figures gradually merged into one.
The final paper will be prepared in the next two weeks, and there may be interruptions in updates. All I can say is try to keep it updated. Um.
(End of this chapter)