Because Lin Luoran is now considered the manager of the Dragon Palace, although she has no right to dispose of the Dragon Palace, most of the areas are also open to her as the master.
A strange flowering tree full of thorns. Ai Li died on it at the beginning. Lin Luoran buried her and Li Anping's ashes in a mound in the Qingcheng Mountains. Now Lin Luoran wants to enter the "Jiuhua Palace" However, as long as the "Dragon Lord Seal" is on her body, the Dragon Palace can't go anywhere, but there is no need to use such barbaric methods as blood sacrifices.
The Phantom Gate appeared, Lin Luoran stepped into it, and the dilapidated Jiuhua Palace appeared in front of her again.
This time, she didn't hide in the beads and peek. In the entire Dragon Palace, she was the only one who could stand in front of the dragon's treasure house openly. This feeling is really not bad.
The first palace was still surrounded by white mist, Lin Luoran looked at the flying mist, and thought that he still had another chance to choose... Oh, I was wrong, except for Rong Donglin, everyone in the Lin family had another chance The opportunity to "catch the rituals of the week", the first level of the palace, although it is for the young dragons to play and amuse for the Dragon Clan, it should be considered a good thing for the current poor practitioners, right
Lin Luoran thought of seeing Xin Yuanping and the others catching gifts in the beads, so he calmed down and stood in the center of the hall without haste.
She can't let the first palace find out her mind, otherwise she will miss the treasure instead.
The Lingtai gradually cleared up, and Lin Luoran slowly settled down in the first hall. Those treasures wrapped in white mist, like naughty children, flew past her from time to time, stepped on the brakes halfway, and slipped away quickly.
In the state of emptiness, Lin Luoran was half hidden and half visible, and a ball of green light hit Lin Luoran, waking her up.
Hands as smooth as silk, Lin Luoran held a woman's dress, a little stunned, was this her chance? Why not something useful.
Things in the Dragon Palace cannot be judged by common sense, Lin Luoran thought about it, and changed into this dress, the pink is too charming, suitable for a girl like Li Xi'er, Lin Luoran really doesn't like it. Yep, and a headband of the same color.
She was not willing to pick up the hair tie casually, a stream of information suddenly rushed from her palm to her brain, startling Lin Luoran.
After slowly figuring it out, Lin Luoran laughed.
She had an idea in her mind, and the whole set of dresses flashed brilliantly, changing from a luxurious pink peony embroidered palace dress to a "bijia" with a sauce purple upper body wrapped around twigs, and a lower body with a "skirt moving and dragging Xiangshui". "The pleated moon skirt, as for the headband, turned into a gold-plated hairpin inlaid with huge gemstones—this clearly changed into the most orthodox attire of a boudoir girl in the Ming Dynasty.
This set of dress is called "Ruyi Shirt". I don't know who is capable of refining it to please the female cultivator. As the name suggests, the clothes are not only made of top-quality materials, but for the function of "Ruyi Change", they are forced to Abandoning the protective function of the monk's clothing, for the five-element spells, the defensive immunity of the clothes made of the same level of materials is pitifully lower, leaving only the "wishful change" function is really arbitrary, a set of clothes can solve various occasions - Lin Luo Ran was very regretful, what kind of head is this, it is equivalent to giving away all the clothes at once, so why do you come and go in the future, it will be strange if you can catch up with the nun.
Thinking in her heart, in fact, which female cultivator does not love beauty, Lin Luoran naturally can't help it. With a move of her mind, the finely crafted bright dress turned into an ordinary dress, and the gold-plated jewel hairpin turned into an ordinary hairband. She was tied on the head at will.
It looks much more refreshing now, so I will wear the clothes next to my body in the future.
One chance to choose was already wasted on "Ruyi Shan". Lin Luoran was no longer nostalgic for the first level of the palace, and walked through the empty palaces of the first eighth level, and arrived at the ninth level of the "Hall of Nothingness".
Of course, what she valued was not the treasures in the palace, but the thick aura.
The Hall of Nothingness is a place where treasures are hidden, and treasures have spirits, and there is not a lot of five-element aura contained in it. Lin Luoran prepares for the next time, so she retreats here to practice.
The heavy palace door was closed, Lin Luoran took out a futon and put it on the ground, hey, that college student named Pei Yuan still owed himself two futons, Lin Luoran scratched his head, as if he didn't tell anyone the address... Forget it, wait until you get out Guan went to ask for it himself. To him, it was just weeds. To monks, meditating on it would reduce the risk of becoming obsessed.
Lin Luoran threw a pill into her mouth, sat on the futon and slowly closed her eyes.
The fire phoenix and the silver fish in the bead were whispering, and the rain fell from time to time, and the spirit grasses were not afraid of thirst. The elixir melted in the mouth and transformed into aura, which was absorbed by Lin Luoran little by little. The beads slowly transformed the aura of the treasure house into a peaceful aura that could be absorbed. Lin Luoran's retreat life had just begun.
Lin Luoran silently recited the "Unnamed Qi Training Art" obtained from Master Jia, and the Lingtai was completely clarified. There is no wind or rain in the sea of consciousness. With the change of spiritual energy in Lin Luoran's body, he safely passed the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Lin Luoran didn't notice that in a corner of the shadows in the hall of nothingness full of luxurious booths, a black lotus seed was lying quietly, as if listening to her silently reciting the mantra—the mouth moved silently, could it still hear Lin Luo's words? Ran's heart sounds failed
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Lin Luoran practiced seriously, and was often "woke up" by hunger. She also knew to combine work and rest. Although she didn't leave the Dragon Palace, she occasionally went to Longkong's dilapidated imperial garden. This majestic Dragon Palace is too shabby to say the least. Lin Luoran pried away the pearls at the beginning because the Dragon Palace had no owner. Now that she is the manager, she can't steal herself, because those pearls were installed by her hard. It's really a steal. Don't lose the rice.
Cultivation is depressing, in order to meditate, and no one talks, Lin Luoran rests the garden of the Dragon Palace when she is not practicing, and catches the "Viewing Sea Terrace". She occasionally finds some water-type spiritual plants at the bottom of Dongting Lake, and she moves them away. Many came to decorate the garden, dug a pond in the garden, and raised many carps, shrimps, crabs and shellfish... Although there is no "Di Liuzhi" now, it does not mean that there will be none in the future. Lin Luoran picked these from the waters of Dongting The fish and shrimps that have lived for many years are not to satisfy their own appetites, but to hope that some of them may really have hidden ancient blood, so they can enlighten their spiritual wisdom one day without relying on Emperor Liuzhi
Well, although this is an extravagant idea, if the water aura gathered in the waters of the Dragon Palace does not work, Lin Luoran does not know how to solve the big task of "dividing the aquarium".
Taking a look at the almost one-meter-long carp with golden scales, Lin Luoran has the deepest hopes for it—you little things, you must live up to it.
After resting, Lin Luoran started the boring meditation practice again.
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Outside the Dragon Palace, the first year of high school classes ended soon.
Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian were finally ready to start their side jobs amidst the endless arguments between Wei Xue and Ma Ming. During a long summer vacation, Wei Xue was from an average family and was going to work and study. She went to wholesale a lot of seasonal flowers every day, and went to Tianfu Square to sell them in the evening.
Because there was a "miracle" here a few years ago, the status of the Tianfu Square business district was established, and the popularity brought huge business opportunities. There are more and more shops along the street, and the popularity is gathering. Wei Xue sells flowers here. Picked a good time.
Ma Ming was taken abroad by his father for gilding, and it is said that he went on a one-month trip to Europe.
Lin Luodong took Huang Weijian's ride and got to know the "Cultivation Watch Tribe" in advance. He read various posts serialized in the forum, and coupled with Lin Luoran's experience, he thought that with his own skills, he should be able to write novels.
The two sneaked into the web series at home. Because they were co-authored, it was easy to update 10,000 characters a day. After a week, it was published on a large domestic literature website. Lin Luodong was full of interest and coded every day. Suffering from Waterloo... The two stared at the poor data and looked at the pitiful comments:
"Du Ruoxianchen": Did you post the heroine's article to the main website? It's too cruel, the hero has no part in the show, and I can't stand it after seeing the third chapter!
"Falling leaves and cold wind": Damn, the protagonist is still in the Qi training period after more than 300,000 characters.
"Little Four": As expected, it's the heroine's novel, not flirtatious at all, not hot-blooded... blind my dog eyes.
"Life is like a dream": In fact, the author's writing style is still good, don't hit people, it might be okay to change the subject matter.
"Lin Xiao": I despise the upstairs, the last thing you need in online writing is writing!
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Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian burst into tears. Eighty to ninety percent of what they wrote were stories about real people and real events. They were obviously very close to the real world of self-cultivation. Now netizens just like YY's works, which are true in reality. The monks are running all over the place, should this ordinary person still live
Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian's dreams of making money as writers were shattered, and they chose to leave the palace with their swords. This "Anecdote of the Realm of Cultivation", which is the closest to the facts, was submerged in the vast sea of books by the endless stream of new books every day. Lots of spray.
People in the world are like this. Every year, there are countless people who come to Tianfu Square to burn incense and seek opportunities. There are also people who go to jump off cliffs to find the caves of masters. Famous mountains and temples are full of incense, but they don’t know that the "true gods" are by their side, and they are being attacked by them. Get penniless in the web text.
The two people's plan to make money had to be temporarily stopped, because a year after Lin Luoran entered the Dragon Palace, Lin's father and Lin's mother's world tour completed a stage, and the two returned to Rongcheng.
I have seen thousands of miles of ice in the north, and eaten delicious sturgeon from Northern Europe; I have experienced the wind and sand in the Gobi, and the burnt aroma of roasted whole sheep and mare's milk wine are perfect matches; the endless grasslands on the plateau, the lofty and vast blue sky ; the newly brewed wine in the vineyard, the aged wine in the cellar; the thrill of crossing the Strait of Malacca on a cruise ship... Because they traveled far and saw a lot, the two teenagers felt that there was something different about Lin's father and Lin's mother.
Father Lin had an epiphany during his travels and entered the middle stage of Qi training.
Mama Lin broadened her mind. A woman's world is not just in a small kitchen, where she only deserves to be accompanied by greasy dirt all day long. The most important thing is that Mama Lin's low self-esteem of not being able to cultivate for the time being has faded a lot. The two elders of the Lin family, Papa Lin is refined and Mama Lin is generous, and they are living out their own lives.
This is Lin Luoran's first year of retreat.