Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality

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Lin Luoran finally learned two new Danfang.

The middle-grade "first spirit Dan", the Pei Yuan Guben, the warming spirit, is the most effective medicine for the monks who have just built the foundation, which can enable the Zhuji monks to adapt to the transformation of the aura to the spiritual power, and stabilize the foundation. The initial repair is.

The "Lingdu Dan" of the lower grades of the three products, convergence aura, bridges and makes a boat, and takes the best effect when building a small realm.

Lin Luoran looked at the elixir in his space. The first Ling Dan was not lacking in Lingcao, and Lingdu Dan lacked two adjuvants. A hundred years of bamboo root dew, growing in the roots of a hundred years old bamboo, is even rarer than truffles. Lin Luoran also planted a bamboo in the space. For more than a hundred years, she dug the roots, but even found a thing that fits the description. Instead, she harvested a few tender bamboo shoots and made her helpless.

She decided to refine the "primary Ling Dan". Anyway, she even refining the four-product Zhuji Dan, and she is not afraid of the middle-class spirit of this area.

After the death of Dan, with a steady and stable fire, Lin Luoran opened again, it feels much easier than before.

She does not have to bother to control the firepower, focusing on the Dan furnace, although it is a refining of the second product, the rate of Dandan is not much lower than when refining a product.

When the next day was bright, Lin Luoran saw a group of green fog hitting the rain forest, and it was Yang Lisha.

At that time, Lin Luoran had just received a furnace, and Yang Lisha had already seen the soul-building wood standing in the foothills. Both of them had a happy shape. Yang Lisha turned around the soul-raising wood several times to determine the authenticity. Only turned around and smiled:

"In fact, as long as you can have a soul-building wood, I won't care where you are looking for it. Now I have to get tired of getting it back to Rongcheng. You don't bother."

Lin Luoran speechless, she forgot that this is not a general monk, the grass and the demon, raising the soul of the wood did not move the hands and feet Yang Lisha can see the true and false at a glance. However, according to Yang Lisha's statement, it is not acceptable. If she takes it out in Rongcheng, she suddenly has such a big tree that she can't escape Yang Lisha's ears.

"How do you transport it back?" In addition to having smashed the vines in the Lin family to scare her, Lin Luoran has never seen the female demon shot, very curious about her technique.

Yang Lisha glanced at her, folded her hands together, and took a lotus handprint. The place where the soul tree was planted from Lin Luoran twitched the roots from the soil. This is the ability to control the plants. It is not surprising that the strange thing is Yang Lisha. In the hands of a change, the soul-reducing wood is reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a moment, the towering tree of tens of meters is turned into a realistic model of the roots - generally reduced to one foot. Xiaoshu, Yang Lisha easily took it in her hand.

This is also the spell?

Lin Luoran remembers that in the Tongtian Tower, the demon-like wood ancestor of the demon, is to put Yang Lisha into the hands, and she sighed and she landed in adulthood. The technique is wonderful again, but it is the use of some heaven and earth aura energy. Like the hand used by Paper Crane and Yang Lisha, Lin Luoran can't understand the mystery.

"You shouldn't be too envious. Anyway, you will go to Penglai on the day of the election. It is recorded in the classics. There are not only some jade shackles that record the spells, but even the celestial techniques that can't be swayed by the lower bounds. Maybe there are records."

Lin Luoran shook his head. "I just want to find a way to mold the pedestal for the mortal. Whether it is a spell or a fairy, as long as the practice is successful, there is always time to learn them.

Yang Lisha got a soul-raising wood, and she was in a good mood. I thought about it for a while. "Where did you hear that there is a way to make a mortal person on the mountain in Penglai? If not, would you not take it for your risk?"

Lin Luoran was dumb. She first saw the record in the "Kyushu Alien Record", and she was also suspicious of the letter. It was only the record of the Dongting Dragon Palace that she was convinced that she was convinced of this travel note.

If so, if Penglai had no way to make the mortal mold the foundation, what would she do?

Yang Lisha saw her look changed, took a short hand, sighed, and plunged a green pearl into her eyebrows.

"No matter what you want to find on Penglai Xianshan, our three conventions have been officially completed. This is the entrance to Penglai Xianshan. If I have a little bit of falsification, I will suffer from the punishment of heaven and earth."

The practitioners, whether they are monks or monsters, have vowed to be in the sky. At this point, Yang Lisha really does not have to curse herself. Checked the memory beads, Lin Luoran was definitely nodding.

Don't go to the intersection, who knows the next second of fate, what will everyone face?

Penglai Xianshan, she always wants to go, not to be a child, but also for the mother to fight for destiny.

And the banshee's three appointments were completed, she got the Penglai news, the banshee got the soul-raising wood, and neither of them had the mind to stay in this barren mountain, Yang Lisha turned away from the fog, and Lin Luoran also took Xiaojin back to Rongcheng.

It was only eight o'clock when I got home. Lin Ma didn't have a habit of going to the daughter's god. I don't know how to add a pair of tableware and call her to eat early.

Rong Dong Lin is still at home to recover from the injury, Lin Ma put the fake Xiaomei's fake, this mung bean porridge Lin Ma personally smashed, Lin Luoran even drank two bowls. After so many years, I still drink the most delicious taste of my mother's porridge. Lin Luoran is very greedy. She wants to drink all the time. The family lives together and never separates.

Lin’s only two disciples knew the truth, and Lin Luoran had not found a chance to tell Lin’s father and her plans.

She was a cautious person. She was afraid that her trip would be delayed for several years. A large number of jade boxes customized at Cui Fatzi a few years ago have finally come into use.

Picking up some mature all kinds of spirit grass in the space, Lin Luoran has filled more than one hundred jade boxes. The ginseng must be in the last millennium, and hundreds of years of enamel are not enough to be loaded into the jade box. It is the elixir of Yishou Yannian, which can not only refine alchemy, but also renew its life at a critical moment. What if the jade box is not enough? She used the medicinal herbs to redeem a few storage bags to the special department, and simply packed the less expensive grasses in a bag and sealed them all.

These medicinal herbs were divided into two parts and handed over to Yuan Yi and Zeng Tian, ​​two disciples, and Lin Luoran gave Dan Fang and Er Pin Dan furnace to Yuan Ye.

"Master respects..." Yuan is also in a heavy mood. There is always Lin Luoran's feeling of confessing the aftermath. Putting this unlucky thought away, Yuan also feels uneasy.

"When you come back for the teacher, you have to make a few stoves."

Lin Luoran's big bleeding, although there are plans to prepare from time to time, I want Yuan to take the opportunity to practice Danshu is also a big truth. She pulled out two acres of medicine and made a big difference. Yuan also stared at the various kinds of spirits in the storage bag, and couldn't speak with his eyes.

He always knows that the master is good at cultivating the grass, but he did not expect that he would keep such a large "wealth". If the practitioners know that there are so many grasses in the hands of the master, some people may have a fever and forget The revision of the master's sacred period.

The money is moving, and Yuan also calms his mind and secretly warns himself that he must be cautious and cautious when using this batch of grass.

Lin Luoran thought about it and passed the "General Outline of the Sword" to Zeng Tian.

This kid is fascinated by kendo and has a bit of eyesight. He sees the extraordinary generality. Lin Luoran backed the man and told him quietly that this was the general outline of Lushan’s loss. Zeng Tian took the footsteps of his master, and his eyes were not calm. His young master, how much good inventory there is!

"You don't want to be too happy. I hope that you will never use it for the teacher. Listen, if I haven't come back after ten years, if Lin Jia is in danger, you will give this complete Lushan sword to Wen Guanjing. Let Lushan shelter you once and retreat to the Dragon Palace!"

Zeng Tiannuouo, "Master, with your cultivation, this is not sure about Penglai?"

Why don’t you come back for more than a decade?

Lin Luoran thought for a moment, "You are also a practitioner. When you know the legends of China, there are some things in the half-truth, but you have to believe. There are cowards in the mountains, and when the game is over, his axe has been wooden. Corrupted, how long did you say this game? There are also young children who meet the fairy, and when they go down the mountain, the partners who have played together in the past have been white-haired, but his appearance does not change. Penglai has been true since ancient times. Immortal, I secretly pondered, the world said that one day in the sky, one year in the world, if I have been delayed for a few days, what do you want to worry about?"

Lin Luoran said it makes sense. Zeng Tian will be suspicious.

The method of building the base period, the knowledge given by Bai Xianzi, Lin Luoran found a gap, all sent to Lin Luodong brain, including several arrays she has already figured out the effect.

When she refining a lot of Dan, she placed it in the Dragon Palace, and sealed the rice planted in the space by tens of thousands of pounds in the Dragon Palace. It is already in mid-October. Everyone in the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, Lin Luoran respected a circle of wine. Only to say what you want to travel.

The fat crab on the table suddenly felt boring. In addition to Yuan Ye, Zeng Tian and Lin Luodong, the first time I heard her family and friends going to Penglai, I felt uncomfortable.

"Small, ah, that is the legendary fairy mountain, what is our mortal can go?" Lin Ma still does not know Lin Luoran to Penglai's sake, subconsciously discouraged.

Cui Wanlu is a personal, eye-dropping whistling turn, knowing that everyone is not willing to go to her master, and Jiaojiao said that he has not yet practiced qi, and how can the master respect it.

Lin Luoran picked her up. "You are a little liar. I said to teach you a few days ago. Who is stalking Luodong to pass her mouth?"

Cui Wanlu revealed that she was short and shy to hide next to her father, Cui Fatzi.

Li Xiaoer didn't know how to leave, but he clipped the crab and said, "Sister, let me go this time?"

Lin Luoran shook his head. "You can't take a low shot. If you have to be shy at home, you will be closed."

Said that Li Xiaoer swept a circle, except for Lin Luoran, she was the highest in the presence, how can I not take it? She was still not convinced, and suddenly said with a bitter face, "I really can't go. My master has been retreating recently. It is estimated that he has to build a foundation. No one will talk to him. The psychological quality of the old seats will not pass."

The master is still building a base later than the disciple. This was not a proud thing. It was taken for granted by Li Weier. Everyone couldn’t help but laugh.