Luo Xue turned her head and looked behind her. A lazy woman, drunk and disheveled, was leaning against the wall, holding a tattered gourd upside down in her hand.
She looked at Luo Xue with blurry eyes, but seemed to be smiling cunningly.
"Who are you... "
Luo Xue frowned slightly, but soon realized something and blinked.
"Master Sister's master?"
Ever since Luo Xue was picked up, the Lord of Luohuatian Peak has been in seclusion and only exists in legends.
Even the senior sister rarely mentioned it, and every time she mentioned it, she looked a little sad.
There aren't many people who can make the paralyzed lady show expression...
Luo Xue is one, and her master, “Reverend Luohua” Luo Huaxin, is another.
The surname "Luo" in Luo Xue's name in this life comes from her.
"How clever."
In a blink of an eye, Luo Huaxin appeared in front of Luo Xue.
Then a pair of soft hands reached out and gently pinched Luo Xue's little face.
“But still not smart enough.”
"... ..Hmm."
With her face pinched, Luo Xue couldn't speak clearly.
"Since you call Bai Zhanying "Big Sister", how can there be the term 'Big Sister's Master'?"
Luo Huaxin let go of her hand, but couldn't help but poke it again.
It feels really good.
"Well... but I haven't officially started..." Luo Xue said vaguely.
"Oh, yes, not getting started... is indeed a problem," Luo Huaxin narrowed her eyes slightly, "Why don't you just call me mom, since you have the same last name as me anyway."
"... ..."
Hearing this, Luo Xue almost spit out her mouth, which made Luo Huaxin burst into laughter, completely losing her image.
Luo Huaxin was in high spirits. She was about to take another sip from the gourd when she saw the teacup in Luo Xue's hand. She paused.
"How about we go alone?"
"... .Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol."
Luo Xue's eyelids trembled slightly, she always felt that this Venerable Luohua was somewhat different from the rumors.
Didn’t you say you were hurt by love
Why does he feel more like a drunkard who is just messing around...
"You don't know what's good. This is the fairy wine that I brewed myself. Many people would love to have it."
Luo Huaxin curled her lips in dissatisfaction, but did not insist. She just sat next to Luo Xue and continued drinking alone.
Luo Xue didn't want to leave at this moment, but she felt weird sitting here.
To be honest, after several lifetimes, this is the first time she has met a...
After sitting in silence for a while, Luo Xue decided to find something to talk about.
"... Mother?"
Luo Huaxin sprayed directly,
"Ahem"
"How about... changing the name?"
Luo Xue scratched the back of her head.
"Oh, I feel pretty good about it, hahaha..."
At this time, Luo Huaxin was smiling happily, hugging Luo Xue carelessly, and her soft body filled with the smell of alcohol was tightly pressed against Luo Xue's small body that had not yet grown up, and her breath was as fragrant as orchid.
"Come to think of it, you're the first one to call me mom like this. I have to say it's a really new feeling that I've never experienced before!"
"Hey, where's the senior sister?"
Luo Xue asked curiously.
Like her, the eldest senior sister was also an orphan, and was adopted by Luo Huaxin and brought into Luohuatian.
"She has a mother, but she's dead." Luo Huaxin took a sip, her eyes flashing with memories of the past, "The orphan of the Bai family... Never mind, I won't tell you these old stories."
It seems that Luo Huaxin doesn't really want to go deeper into this topic, and Luo Xue doesn't want to continue asking.
"What do you want to ask?"
Luo Huaxin changed the subject and glanced at Luo Xue seemingly casually.
But such a faint glimpse from the corner of her eye was like a sharp blade that pierced through Luo Xue's heart, as if it saw through everything about her.
Venerable Luohua, who is as famous as the leader of Juexiao Sect, may even be stronger than him, but he is not just a drunkard.
Taoist Zi Yang, who was regarded as a mortal enemy by Luo Xue in the previous life, stood in front of Luo Huaxin and could not even withstand the pressure of his aura.
Luo Xue hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice,
"Do you think... Senior Sister hopes that I can pass the Ascension Gate?"
Luo Xue couldn't tell.
The eldest sister seemed to hope that she would pass, but also seemed not to want to. Perhaps even she herself couldn't explain it clearly.
"Have you ever thought about this immortal gate yourself?"
Luo Huaxin asked back.
"... certainly."
Luo Xue nodded.
"Then, she hopes you can pass." Luo Huaxin smiled slightly, with a gentle charm on her drunken face, "Xiaoxue, no matter what you want to do, just go for it. No matter what, Xiaoyingying is here, and I am here."
"Even if the sky falls, I will hold it up."
... ...
A night passed.
When Luo Xue woke up, the drunken Reverend Luohua was gone.
Last night's conversation seemed like a dream, but the residual smell of alcohol in the room was enough to prove that it was not a dream.
"I was still a little drunk..."
Luo Xue covered her head and smiled bitterly.
After all, he couldn't resist this drunkard mother and took a sip of the magic wine in her gourd.
As a result, Luo Xue still feels dizzy, as if she had a hangover.
However, apart from the slight discomfort, the benefits brought by this magical brew are equally obvious.
Luo Xue looked inward and could see that her cultivation had stabilized after her breakthrough to the innate realm.
The first step of innate soul cultivation is about to be completed, and I am about to enter the next level, soul forging.
If cultivating the soul is the prelude to the separation between immortals and mortals, then forging the spirit completely lays the foundation for the chasm between immortals and mortals.
The limit of martial arts in the secular world lies in tempering the soul.
The spiritual consciousness that is born after completing the soul forging is a means that only immortals can possess, and it is an existence that mortals will never be able to touch in their entire lives.
In a single thought, everything that changes rapidly is under control.
However, in terms of combat power, there is no qualitative change in cultivating the soul and forging the spirit.
When these two realms fight, it all depends on magic and combat experience.
... Luo Xue still has no advantage in this regard.
"If only I could have a magic trick, even just one..."
Luo Xue sighed softly and sat up.
Then she saw a piece of paper pressed down by a jade slip on the small table next to the bed.
"Um?"
Luo Xue picked up the note and looked at it, her expression became a little serious.
It was left by Luo Huaxin.
Looking at these crooked characters, one can imagine the mental state Luo Huaxin was in when she wrote them.
"Xiaoxue, it's rare for me to come out for some fresh air, so I came to see you. I thought I would just look at you from a distance and leave like before, but I couldn't help but talk to you."
“Although we have never met before, you are my second child who I have watched grow up... Oh, sorry, I wrote it wrong, you haven’t grown up yet, hahahaha..."
"And her personality is much better than Xiao Yingying's. She's a taciturn person and not as fun as you. Our first meeting was a night worth remembering for us mother and daughter."
"Anyway, since you called me mother, I can't treat you badly."
"This jade slip contains the Taoist inheritance that I accidentally obtained when I was young. It is extraordinary and has nothing to do with the Juexiao Sect. Just consider it as a gift for my daughter."
The fire was dim and the candles were dim. The woman was holding a wine gourd, condensing ink into a brush, and waving it gracefully on the paper.
Next to her is a young girl sleeping soundly.
As the pen fell, a faint smile appeared on her face.
Chapter 47: The Art of Substituting the Heaven and the Earth
Luo Xue closed the paper and looked at the jade slip.
Somehow, she always felt that something was going to happen.
Although after waking up in this life, everything seemed to be going well and everyone took good care of her.
But this kind of care made Luo Xue more and more uneasy.
Just like... a last word before death
Whose death
Could it be me
"... ..."
Forget it, let’s not think about it anymore.
Luo Xue let out a breath and picked up the jade slip.
Although she has already practiced the Xuanyin Huafeng Sutra, since it is the Taoist inheritance left to her by her step-mother, Luo Xue still wants to take a look at it.
Upon seeing this, Luo Xue took a breath of cold air.
"Does this... feel like it's still appropriate for my current situation?"
The Taoist inheritance is called "The Art of Stealing the Sky and Substituting the Sun". The name seems to be randomly chosen, but the content is truly shocking.
Previously, Taoist Zi Yang and the two human traffickers and puppet monks had practiced an evil method called the Art of Seizing the Sky, using the bodies of others as cauldrons to practice.
Now it seems that this art of seizing the sky was probably derived from this art of stealing the sky and replacing the day.
But, it tends to be evil.
The art of seizing the sky uses others as the cauldron, and the art of stealing the sky and changing the day uses oneself as the cauldron.
This Taoist method can condense an incarnation outside the body. It is not a clone in the traditional sense, but an invisible and intangible clone that exists within the main body.
Then he began to practice with his clone body.
It sounds a bit mysterious, but it is actually equivalent to practicing with another body.