In the evening.
Luo Qingzhou carried Xia Chan back to the shore from the bottom of the lake.
Xia Chan changed into her own clothes.
The two of them spoke in silence along the way.
Luo Qingzhou sent her to the gate of Lingchan Moon Palace, and before leaving, he asked, "Chanchan, did you have fun down there today?"
Xia Chan was wet all over, and she frowned slightly and said, "Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit..."
Luo Qingzhou said: "Don't worry about them, my son-in-law will bring them up after a while and give them to you then."
After a pause, he continued, "Chanchan, remember to keep today's events a secret for your son-in-law. This is a secret between the two of us. Don't tell anyone else, okay?"
Xia Chan tightened her grip on the sword, nodded, and whispered, "Okay."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the door and didn't dare to stay any longer. He said, "Go back and change your clothes. My son-in-law is leaving first."
After saying that, he waved and left.
Xia Chan looked at his gradually receding back, and stood there for a long time before turning around and walking through the door.
There was a flower basket on the stone table in the courtyard.
Next to the flower basket, there are a few medicine bottles.
Bai Ling was wearing a pink dress and was sitting there picking flower petals. When she heard footsteps, Fang looked up at her and asked, "Are you going on a date with your son-in-law?"
Then he looked at her wet dress and hair with surprise, and said, "Chanchan, are you going to play in the water with your uncle?"
Xia Chan lowered her head, did not answer, and hurried into the house.
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, continued to tear the petals in the basket, lowered her head, and sighed inaudibly.
After a while.
Xia Chan changed into clean clothes and came out of the house.
She took the basin, poured warm water from the kettle, then squatted under the eaves, lowered her head, and scrubbed a pair of red stockings very seriously and carefully.
Bailing took a look and asked curiously: "Chanchan, when did you buy a pair of red socks?"
Xia Chan hesitated for a moment, then looked up at her and said, "He gave it to me."
After saying that, he continued to lower his head and scrub carefully.
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment when she heard that. Then she stood up and walked to her. She stared at the red stockings in her hand and asked in confusion, "A gift from my son-in-law? Strange, why would my son-in-law give such a thing to a girl?"
She frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "Chanchan, did the uncle want to take this opportunity to see your feet? Did the uncle touch your feet?"
Xia Chan lowered her head and scrubbed without saying a word. Two light blushes quietly crept up on her fair cheeks, making her look delicate and lovely under the golden sunset.
Bailing understood immediately: "Chanchan, I read in a book that many writers like girls' feet, and your son-in-law is probably the same. You should be careful in the future, your son-in-law may take the opportunity to play with them, or even lick them."
Xia Chan raised her head and looked at her in a daze.
When Bailing was about to continue asking about what happened today, she suddenly raised her head and looked towards the corridor: "Miss..."
Miss Qin was standing in the corridor, wearing a snow-white dress, quietly looking at the pair of red stockings in Xia Chan's hand.
"Miss, this pair of socks was given to Chanchan by your uncle."
Bai Ling explained.
Then he added in a low voice: "My son-in-law seems to have a foot fetish."
Xia Chan lowered her head, her cheeks flushed.
Miss Qin looked at it for a while before she said, "Bai Ling, come in and help me grind the ink. I want to write something."
"Yes, ma'am."
Bailing quickly followed him into the house.
The courtyard returned to silence.
Xia Chan scrubbed it for a while, then washed it repeatedly with clean water several times before wrung it dry and hung it under the eaves.
Under the golden sunset, the two lovely little red stockings swayed gently in the evening breeze.
She looked up blankly, her eyes gentle, and murmured softly: "Thank you... Qingzhou, brother..."
At night, the moon is bright.
After taking a medicinal bath, Luo Qingzhou sat down at the desk and continued reading.
It’s not midnight yet.
He couldn't wait to leave his body and fly to Yuanyang Tower.
On the eaves of Yuanyang Tower, the moon-white figure had already been standing there waiting for him.
Luo Qingzhou quickly floated down to the roof, bowed and asked: "Sister Yue, how is the demon clan's skills?"
The moon-white figure stood on the eaves, cold and silent, and did not answer immediately.
Luo Qingzhou suddenly became nervous.
Without the internal energy and mental skills, it would be impossible for him to make a breakthrough within this month.
With Luo Yu's cultivation level and his current strength, he simply cannot take revenge.
The rooftop fell into silence.
After waiting for a while, the Yuebai figure moved his sleeves and a piece of snow-white rice paper floated towards him.
Luo Qingzhou quickly reached out to catch it and looked down.
It is densely written with beautiful small characters.
After reading it carefully, he was surprised to find that the previous information about the direction of airflow in the acupoints and so on had been deleted and modified a lot. The whole set of exercises was changed beyond recognition, as if it had been replaced by another set of internal energy techniques.
The moon-white figure said in a cold voice: "If you don't understand something, you can ask me."
Luo Qingzhou read it carefully again and said hesitantly: "Sister Yue, this technique... is it the previous one?"
The white figure said calmly: "If you have any doubts, you can return it to me."
Luo Qingzhou said quickly: "Sister Yue, I'm not doubting you. It's just that this technique doesn't look like the same technique as the previous "Bull Demon Body Refining Technique". This..."
The moonlit figure looked into the distant darkness without further explanation.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her for a while, then had to look away and continue looking at the unfamiliar martial arts in his hand.
After a while.
He took a few steps back, sat cross-legged on the roof, and decided to try the simulation with his soul first.
The words he had just written down played clearly in his mind. He took a deep breath and began to mobilize the internal energy in his Danhai, which flowed out from the first acupoint described in the words. Then, it reached the second acupoint, winding upwards and slowly crawling...
A quarter of an hour later.
He let out a long breath, then opened his eyes, and said with surprise and excitement: "Sister Yue, it seems that I can practice!"
But only then did he realize that the moon-white figure on the eaves had disappeared at some point.
He was stunned for a moment, looked around, but didn't find it.
Are you angry
He regretted what he had just asked, sighed, and without wasting any more time, he continued to close his eyes and simulate practice, getting familiar with the direction of the breath and preparing for physical practice.
The night passes quietly.
Before I knew it, the sky in the distance had begun to turn white.
He urged his internal energy to circulate within his body for a few more weeks. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the night had faded away and a ray of golden light had appeared on the distant hilltop.
He stood up from the roof, looked around again, then flew into the air and flew towards the Qin Mansion.
The stone that had been weighing on my heart for the past few days finally fell.
Finally found the secret method of internal strength!
And judging from the simulated practice last night, the practice of this internal skill went on very smoothly without any hindrance.
I don’t know how Sister Yue modified it.
Unfortunately, he made the other party angry last night, and he left first for the first time, and left without saying goodbye.
If you think about it, anyone would be angry.
I worked so hard to help you modify the technique, but you doubted it. How could I not be angry
He sighed and decided to come back to apologize to her tonight.
Go back to the house, calm down, and take a rest.
It was noon.
He went to the bottom of the lake in Yueye Tingyu Garden alone and began to practice.
During the early to middle stages of martial arts training, in addition to practicing internal skills, one must also begin to refine the marrow.
Marrow training is to change your physique from the root and increase your strength.
Blood is produced from the marrow, and strength is stored in the blood.
Only after the marrow is tempered, the qi and blood that are born from it will be purer, making the physique stronger, and allowing the skin, flesh, bones, tendons, and internal organs formed previously through cultivation to reach a higher level.
In addition to breathing in and out, and tempering the marrow with internal energy and potions, one also needs to use external force to circulate the qi and blood, repeatedly flushing and cleansing the acupoints in the marrow, thereby removing impurities.
Therefore, underground is still a good place to practice.
While clearing the way, Luo Qingzhou circulated his internal energy, moving the Qi and blood in his body, cleansing and tempering it repeatedly.
In the evening he went to Yuanyang Tower again.
Unfortunately, I never saw Sister Yue again.
He practiced there until dawn before returning to the Qin Mansion.
In the next few nights, Sister Yue was still not there, as if she had suddenly disappeared.
Luo Qingzhou went there for five days in a row but didn't see him, so he stopped going.
He was running out of time.
He began to seize the time to practice.
During the day, I practice physical training at the bottom of the lake in Yueye Tingyu Garden.
He would set aside an hour in the evening to read and practice calligraphy, then leave his body and go around practicing the art of possession.
Both strength and soul power are increasing rapidly.
Everyone in the Qin Mansion became nervous.
The autumn test was getting closer and closer, and apart from Qiu'er and Xiaodie who quietly accompanied him, no one came to disturb him.
Sometimes when he went to Yue Ye Ting Yu Garden, when he passed by Ling Chan Moon Palace, he wanted to go in to see Bai Ling and Xia Chan, but no one opened the door.
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty days have passed.
The weather is still hot and the cicadas are still chirping.
It was August 10th.
There are only five days left until the autumn exam.
There are only ten days left before the Dragon and Tiger Academy exam.
Luo Qingzhou read all the books thoroughly, and then went out to buy a lot of test questions and did them many times.
As for cultivation, the data is still growing.
But for some reason, there is still no sign of a breakthrough.
As time was getting closer, he became a little anxious.
However, he became more and more proficient in practicing "Bull Demon Magic Skills" and "Mountain-Shaking Fist" and so on, and his flying sword and possession techniques also became more and more sophisticated and powerful.
That night.
He was in a trance and was about to explore Chengguo Mansion, and he stopped by Yuanyang Tower on the way.
I thought it was the same as before, Sister Yue was not there.
Unexpectedly, he saw from afar a familiar moon-white figure standing on the eaves of the roof.
He was suddenly delighted and flew over quickly.
"Sister Yue..."
He called out affectionately and floated down onto the roof.
The moon-white figure stood on the eaves, still cold and silent, without any response.
After a moment, Fang asked calmly, "How much mental strength do you have?"
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied: "I just tested it yesterday, and it's already 3,000."
Upon hearing this, the white figure's expression hidden in the halo moved slightly, then he slowly turned around, looked at him and said, "Are you sure?"
Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment and said, "It was tested with the Martial Arts Stone, so it should be accurate."
The white figure stared at him for a while and said, "Drive the flying sword, let me take a look."
Upon hearing this, Luo Qingzhou immediately took out his flying sword, then wrapped his mind around it, and with a movement of his soul power, the flying sword "whooshed" and instantly flew to a place more than ten meters away, then circled the entire Yuanyang Tower before flying back.
"Sister Yue, if it's any farther, I won't be able to do it. My soul is still too weak, and I have failed Sister Yue's expectations."
He felt a little ashamed.
The moon-white figure looked at him quietly, without saying a word.
Luo Qingzhou put away his flying sword and said, "Sister Yue..."
"Follow."
The moon-white figure suddenly flew into the air and flew away into the distance.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.
The two quickly flew out of the inner city, then out of the outer city, and then continued to fly towards the distant mountains and forests.
Luo Qingzhou found the route familiar, so he quickly chased after her and said, "Sister Yue, are we going to the same temple as last time? That big bell..."
The moon-white figure was silent for a while, then said calmly: "Your soul power and mental power are sufficient. With the help of the big bell, you should be able to advance soon."
When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he was immediately excited: "Can I advance again? Sister Yue, after this advancement, can the flying sword fly farther?"
The white figure was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "When I was at your level, my flying sword could only fly eight meters at most. It took me half a year to break through to the middle stage from your current level."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, and quickly flattered her: "Sister Yue is so amazing, Sister Yue is really a genius!"
After these words came out, Yuebai couldn't help but look at him, paused, and then said: "Your sister Yue took a year."
Luo Qingzhou said: "Sure enough, she is much more stupid than Sister Yue. Sister Yue is really a genius rarely seen in a century!"
The Yuebai figure said nothing more and continued to fly forward.
Luo Qingzhou followed behind her, thinking carefully about what she had just said, and suddenly came to his senses.
He is now about to break through to the middle stage of the Spirit Refining Realm.
If I calculate carefully, it seems that it has been less than a month since I last broke through to the early stage of the Spirit Refining Realm...
Looking at the moon-white figure flying in front of him, he closed his mouth and dared not say another word.
"when-"
Not long.
On the bell tower of a temple deep in the mountains, the ancient bell suddenly rang out a weathered and melodious sound.
But the sound waves, like waves, did not spread out, but were blocked inside by a thin layer of light shield, echoing repeatedly, repeatedly ravaging and destroying the poor soul.
He bit the snow-white handkerchief, but was still in so much pain that he almost fainted.
at the same time.
On the official road dozens of kilometers away from Mo City, a team of guards surrounded a carriage, bathing in the moonlight, and traveled overnight.
Behind the carriage was a bright yellow flag, on which was embroidered a four-clawed golden python winding and soaring.
It was obviously a royal trip.