[Where is the spring you speak of?]When he came to the top of Qishen Peak, Shang Ke didn't see the clear spring in Yan Lu's mouth. There were only seven holes the size of wellheads on the ground.
Yan Lu looked at the starry sky and said, "It will be there soon."
As soon as the voice fell, there was a low rumbling sound from under his feet, and then he saw traces of mist wafting out of the seven holes. Down, like the Big Dipper.
Shang Ke asked in surprise: [How do you know that the spring water will come out?]
"Intuition." Yan Lu stuck his cane on the ground, took off his tattered cloth, and chose one of the clear springs to jump down.
intuition? Shang Ke thought about it. Before Yan Lu lost his memory, he had already cultivated to the Mahayana period. At least he had cultivated for thousands of years, and he probably came to the Primordial Realm. So even with amnesia, there are still some impressions left in the subconscious.
Yan Lu soaked in the spring water, let out a sigh of turbidity, and then placed the flower bone in his palm on the water.
After the flower bone flower entered the water, it did not sink, but floated on it, like a small boat, swaying gently with the ripples.
Yan Lu leaned against the spring, his eyes closed, his limbs stretched, and he slowly entered a state of cultivation. The true essence was running, and the spring water began to vibrate rhythmically, and circles of silver halos swayed outward. After touching the flower bone, it immediately split into two, echoing each other.
Shang Ke could vaguely feel that a cool breath was injected into his spiritual body, which was continuously condensed and filled. As the speed of operation accelerated, the temperature in the body became higher and higher, as if being in a flame.
Just when Shang Ke was about to be burned to ashes for himself, the flames burst open and turned into countless sparks, scattered little by little.
Yan Lu seemed to be aware of it, opened his eyes slowly, and found that the flower bones on the water had bloomed for some unknown time.
In the center of the stamen, a small mushroom is slim, white and crystal clear, exuding a lunar like luster.
Yan Lu couldn't help but stretch out his hand. Just as the tip of his hand touched the outer halo, he saw the blooming sky of red flames, and the petals spread out, turning into a dazzling white light, which suddenly flickered.
When the white light dimmed, a familiar figure appeared in front of Yan Lu.
Shang Ke only felt that his consciousness was blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already transformed into a human. He didn't expect that he could change shape so quickly, it seems that these springs are absolutely extraordinary.
Shang Ke looked up at Yan Lu, his eyes flashing. In the well-headed spring, the bodies of the two are close to each other, and you can clearly feel the heat of each other.
Yan Lu caressed Shang Ke's cheek like a treasure. The dry, wrinkled hand stood in stark contrast to his smooth skin.
Yan Lu paused, staring intently at his hand.
Seeing this, he took the initiative to hold his hand and said with a smile, "Yan Lu, I can transform again."
Yan Lu's eyes swept across his eyebrows, his eyes finally landed on his lips, and he said in an old voice, "I've waited too long."
"Sorry." In Shang Ke's clear eyes, Yan Lu's white-haired appearance was reflected.
Yan Lu said in a low voice: "Little Mushroom, now you and I are both righteous, would you like to cultivate with me?"
"Of course." Shang Ke answered without hesitation.
"Even if I'm so old, you don't care?"
Shang Ke stared at his face for a while, and said tangled: "I really care a little bit, or do you wear a mask when you double repair in the future?"
Yan Lu: "...I don't like wearing masks."
Shang Ke sighed: "Then I can only wear it." Having said that, there was no contempt in his eyes. In his opinion, his psychological age is actually almost the same as that of Yan Lu. His understanding and familiarity with Yan Lu has long exceeded the level of just looking at appearances.
A layer of waves appeared in Yan Lu's eyes, and he said, "You don't have to be so troublesome. Little Mushroom, tell me, do you prefer a young boy or a strong young man? Is it a calm middle-aged or a wise old man?"
Shang Ke: "Ah?" What do you mean
Yan Lu explained: "With my physique, after entering the enlightenment period, I can reshape my appearance."
Ordinary practitioners need to reach the Nascent Soul stage to have the ability to shape. Yan Lu has experienced eight calamities, and his body is already extraordinary. If it weren't for the damage of his self-destruction skills, he wouldn't suddenly grow old.
Shang Ke's eyes widened, since he could shape, why disguise himself as a sloppy old man? Do you not know how important appearance is in this world of beauty? !
Shang Ke was silent for a moment, then said, "I think, I prefer you to look like a child."
"...Do you like children?" Yan Lu said with a solemn expression, rarely distressed, "It's not impossible to become a child, but in this way, many double cultivation postures may not be able to be completed unless some new techniques are studied..."
"Stop!" Shang Ke understood, this guy really had no morals at all, "You should return to your youthful appearance."
The corners of Yan Lu's mouth rose, and he lowered his head and touched Shang Ke's lips, then sank into the spring. But after a long time, the spring water surged, the water mist rose, and the surroundings quickly became hazy.
Shang Ke was looking around attentively when suddenly he felt a pair of big hands yank him into the water, his lips were blocked, and a fiery tongue slid into his mouth. The two were suspended in the water, their bodies entwined and rolled, like conjoined twins.
At this moment, above the spring, several cultivators appeared one after another.
One of them said: "Strange, there is a lot of immortal energy here, why can't I find the source?"
Another person said, "Could it be that you came a step late, and someone has already taken the treasure away?"
"I'm afraid so."
The fog in the air blocked everyone's sight. They didn't pay attention to the seven clear springs on the top of the peak, nor did they notice the two people who were cultivating together under the spring. These seven clear springs are called "Seven Star Springs", and the seven stars are connected together to form a special formation.
Shang Ke and Yan Lu, who were under the spring, were only forty or fifty meters away from the cultivator above. The two people with sharp ears and eyes could hear their voices clearly.
Shang Ke wrapped his hands around Yan Lu's neck, his legs were wrapped around his waist, and he did not dare to move rashly.
But Yan Lu didn't care, he drove straight in, attacked the city and plundered the land, and during the operation, he did not forget to run the true essence and reconcile the yin and yang.
Shang Ke was like a small fish that was stabbed in the belly, and a series of bubbles came out of his mouth. The body was ups and downs in the water, and apart from clinging to Yan Lu tightly, he couldn't focus at all.
Shang Ke looked up at Quanyan and couldn't help complaining: How long are those guys going to chat on it? He's about to be boiled into mushroom soup by someone with a lot of firepower? !
Probably after hearing Shang Ke's complaint, the group of cultivators finally left Qishen Peak in disappointment after searching to no avail.
Shang Ke patted Yan Lu on the shoulder again and again, signaling him to hurry up, but Yan Lu remained unmoved and continued to roll under the water while holding the little mushroom.
[I can't hold my breath anymore.]Shang Ke hurriedly used his divine sense to transmit sound.
Yan Lu looked at Shang Ke, who was desperately holding his breath, and asked strangely: [As a mushroom, don't you know that you can breathe underwater?]
Shang Ke: ... Is this still possible
Yan Lu seemed to think his expression at the moment was very interesting, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Shang Ke wrinkled his nose and tried to breathe underwater, which was really smooth. The spring water seeped into his body, as if it had become nutrients, which he absorbed one by one. The more you absorb, the more power you fill. The spring water seems to contain some kind of divine power, condensing their true essence little by little, making their practice more natural.
The two are like sponges, constantly absorbing water, and then transforming it into their own strength through dual cultivation.
I don't know how long it took, Yan Lu suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, the real energy in the body began to condense quickly, then circled and flew, and finally formed a baby-like energy body in the dantian, which is the Nascent Soul.
As for Shang Ke, the real essence in the body condenses into a golden pill, and the energy of the fairy spirit spreads all over the body. At the same time, the sky red flame on his right chest bloomed again, burning and burning on his white skin, dazzlingly red.
The two of them were enveloped by the golden light emitted from their bodies, and they entered another realm together, and their cultivation was complete.
Before Shang Ke could rejoice, he suddenly felt Yan Lu's body shake, and then a stream of heat poured into his body.
It wasn't Zhen Yuan, but... Shang Ke's cheeks flushed and he glared at Yan Lu. The latter had a calm expression on his face, a wave of climaxes passed, and he still didn't mean to stop, holding Shang Ke to continue "cultivation" until he boiled him into a pot of mushroom soup...
A few hours later, the spring water retreated, and Yan Lu flew out of the spring with a soft Shang Ke.
Shang Ke put on a long shirt to cover the spots on his body.
Yan Lu lowered his head and helped him tie his shirt belt.
Although there are no words, there is a faint emotion lingering in them.
At this moment, the world suddenly shook, and a huge coercion swept over. Everyone in the Primordial Realm is running their true essence, desperately resisting this coercive attack. But for a moment, blood flowed out from the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose of many people, and the True Essence in their bodies was turbulent, like a boat in a storm that was in danger of overturning at any time.
Everyone did not expect to encounter such a violent impact when they were about to leave. Just the power of the gods made everyone almost lost their souls.
In just one stick of incense, two-thirds of the cultivators were seriously injured, and some of them died directly. For a time, screams and self-destruction sounds came one after another, which was frightening.
Just when everyone was about to reach the limit, the surrounding space was distorted, and all the people in the Primordial Realm were expelled from the realm.
In the sky, corpses fell like meteors, the rays of light bloomed, and a rain of blood was sprinkled.
Most of the other group of people were seriously injured and their faces were pale.
There are only a few people, standing upright and breathing as usual. Zhuo Ran's demeanor, in a group of embarrassed wounded, is like the brilliance of the sun and the moon, dazzling people's attention.
Its strength cultivation base is high and low.
Just as everyone was paying attention, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out in the sky.
Everyone covered their eyes at the same time, not daring to look directly at its edge.
In the dazzling golden light, two vague figures appeared vaguely.