The Wheel-Turning Master

It was already evening, the afterglow of the setting sun was falling, and half of the sky was dyed with red clouds.

Lin Bai sat on the wooden stool and placed the three things one by one.

Lu Qingyin folded her arms over her chest and did not sit down.

He Wenyao stood behind Lu Qingyin, looking at Lu Qingyin for a while, and at the same time looking at the treasure on the wooden pile table.

Peining sat down gracefully and did not speak.

Outside the courtyard, Qu Chengjia was still meditating cross-legged. Although she got He Wen Yao to heal her injuries, He Wen Yao was also too thoughtful and didn't put in much effort at all.

Lu Qingyin glanced at Lin Bai, who was touching his chin and thinking about something, and became impatient, "Quickly divide the things, and you and I will go our separate ways!" She stared at the whisk and reached out to take it from the air.

Lin Bai immediately held down the fly whisk and looked at Lu Qingyin helplessly, "Look, it's urgent."

Lu Qingyin was really angry. She squinted her eyes, clenched her fists, and her chest rose and fell.

He Wenyao was watching from the side, but he didn't dare to get angry, so he could only be anxious.

"The Qiaoshan sect has lost its head of general affairs, and has lost its direct disciple to the ancestor. There must be an explanation." Lin Bai shook his head slightly and said: "Brother Yao, I will do my best this time when you kill your master. Let’s go out and go to Xianqiao Paradise with me to properly admit my mistake to Ancestor Xiang.”

As he spoke, Lin Bai picked up the fly whisk and looked at it carefully. He saw words engraved on the wooden handle, with the word "hidden" vaguely visible.

The dust whisk is made of fine animal hair and is smooth to the touch.

"This..." He Wenyao was stunned immediately. He opened his eyes wide and his face turned pale, "Brother Zhuanlun, how can you admit your mistake when everyone has been killed?" He looked at Lu Qingyin again and begged: "Fairy, I From now on, if I work as a cow or a horse for you, I will never come back to Qiaoshan again!"

Lu Qingyin seemed to have a severe headache and said: "He Wenyao, you are not stupid usually, how come you were frightened by his words?" Lu Qingyin was particularly disdainful and concluded: "Don't think he has Gu Qing Shui Huyou, but even if you give him ten courages, he won’t dare to go to Xiang Wuhui!”

After He Wenyao heard this, he nodded repeatedly and went to look at Lin and Pei, but saw that they didn't look at them at all.

"I'm just teasing you." Lin Bai smiled and used his spiritual power to drive the whisk, but there was no movement at all. It seemed like an ordinary thing without any power.

Wave it gently again, and a breeze will rise in the courtyard.

The wind was extremely light, but everyone felt cool, as if they had been washed away.

Lin Bai waved hard twice more, but there was still a slight breeze. No matter how you wave it, the wind does not change at all.

"What's the use of this thing?" Lin Bai couldn't hide his true nature as a country bumpkin.

Lu Qingyin just sneered.

"That's right, I'm blind when I ask." Lin Bai put down the fly whisk and picked up the broken sword.

The hilt of the sword feels cool when you hold it, and the edge of the sword is not sharp at all.

The broken sword means ancient and simple, and is less than two feet long. When intact, it should be three feet, six or seven inches long.

It's heavy to hold, and the cross section has already been rusted. I don't know who broke it, let alone where the stone figure came from.

Feeling it carefully, it has a vast ancient meaning, as if it spanned countless time; it also has an air of vicissitudes, as if it has witnessed many changes.

"Just for you." Lin Bai handed the broken sword to Pei Ning.

Peining took it and looked at it carefully.

Lin Bai picked up the bamboo slips again.

The bamboo slices are not ordinary bamboo, they are very hard.

Untie the tied straw rope and lay it out flatly. There is no trace of ink, but there are words engraved on it: The Art of Creation of Immortality.

The person who wrote the calligraphy should be a very peaceful person. There is no sharpness in the words, only the meaning of neutrality and peace. The person holding the sword seems to have no trouble with everything, or he may be in a very peaceful mood when he carves the words.

There were only about nine hundred words on the bamboo slips, and each word seemed to fit a certain charm and a certain truth. Lin Bai felt immersed in it as he read them one by one.

It seems that the whole person, and even the thoughts are flying to unknown places.

"Better than Miao Miao's writing."

After a quarter of an hour, Lin Bai had completely memorized the formula for creating immortality, and after a brief evaluation, he closed the bamboo slip.

After closing it, Lin Bai was stunned for a moment and realized that he could no longer remember the words in it.

When I opened it again, I found something else. It's like crossing mountains and rivers, turning time, and seeing everything fall on the bamboo slips.

"Read it often? It's just that this Creation Secret only has the upper volume, but at least it's enough for me to practice to the realm of Yuanying. As for where the lower volume is, I still need to find out from Brother Li. Or maybe the lower volume is still at Wuxiang Tomb. I just need to follow Shipai for a walk."

Lin Bai thought for a long time, looked at the bamboo slips carefully, then closed them and put them away carefully.

"Well, after working hard for a long time, I helped the two of them retreat from song and become armor, and destroyed Yue Fengshu, and finally achieved a small gain." Lin Bai sighed.

"Are we helping you two?" He Wenyao was stunned.

Lu Qingyin just sneered.

"Justice is in the heart of the people." Lin Bai said casually, then threw the fly whisk over, and Lu Qingyin immediately took it with both hands.

She held it in her hand, stroked the wooden handle carefully, and then lightly dusted it with a look of intoxication on her face.

He Wenyao looked on with a happy face, obviously his master was happy.

Lu Qingyin waved the fly whisk twice gently, with a girlish smile on her face, and said: "Lin Zhuanlun, you are still a human being after all!"

"No one can stand without faith." Lin Bai said calmly, "I act with only the word 'faith'!"

Lu Qingyin's mouth sneered, but she didn't refute.

"Can a whisk whisk whisk away the dirt in the fairy's heart?" Lin Bai asked.

Lu Qingyin seemed to have been poked in a painful spot, and immediately replied: "My heart is like a bright mirror, it is pure and dust-free, how can it be dusty?"

"Then give me the fly whisk!" Lin Bai said.

“…” Lu Qingyin held the whisk, was stunned for a moment, and said: “My heart is indeed covered with dust, and it needs to be wiped from time to time.”

She rarely gave in.

Seeing this, Lin Bai stopped holding her and came to see Pei Ning again.

Pei Ning flicked the sword tip and nodded to Lin Bai, very satisfied.

“Brother Zhuanlun,” He Wenyao saw that everyone had shared things, so he smiled softly, “I have contributed a little bit, can you give me something too?”

He glanced at the seven-colored gourd beside the fence.

“Of course.” Lin Bai loved to be a good person the most, and immediately said: “See what your master rewards you, but it’s not easy for me to give.”

Lin Bai threw up Yue Fengshu’s storage ring, and then put it on his finger.

He Wenyao looked at Lu Qingyin eagerly.

Lu Qingyin glanced at the gourd, then at Lin Pei and the others, and said, "Qu Chengjia's storage ring has been given to you, don't be greedy."

"Yes..." He Wenyao replied aggrievedly.

"The black knife should be returned to me." Lu Qingyin said again.

"The black knife is a demonic thing. Keeping it will hurt others and yourself, and it is not beneficial to practice." Lin Bai flatly refused. As he spoke, he bowed to the north and said respectfully, "I will report to the ancestor and ask him to deal with it!"

"Lin Zhuanlun, you will be safe and sound in the future Jindan thunder tribulation." Lu Qingyin pondered for a moment, knowing that the things would not be returned, so he said, "With a face like yours, it is much stronger than your body tempering method, and the thunder tribulation can't break your merit!" Lu Qingyin mocked.

"Then I will borrow the fairy's good words." Lin Bai was very humble.

Lu Qingyin couldn't beat him, and couldn't talk him out, so he honestly shut up.

"The opportunity has been obtained, and the strong enemy has gone." Pei Ning put away the broken sword and asked solemnly: "Everyone, how to get out?"

When I was in Wuxiang's old residence before, there was a stone tablet for teleportation, but there is nothing here.

Although this place is not lacking in spiritual energy and can provide people with practice, it is a small world after all, like a prison.

Pei Ning thought about the matter of Wuxiang's old residence, and thought that Lu Qingyin knew something else.

"I don't know either." Lu Qingyin shook her head.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be pretending, Lin and Pei looked at each other and didn't say anything.

"Good thing!" He Wenyao was very open-minded. He was most afraid of going out, so he was very happy. "It's not bad for us to stay here. We can practice quietly and we are not afraid of outsiders coming. It's great!"

"Lu Fairy is about to form a pill. Although the small world is separated from the big world, it is still under the heavenly way. This place is also a good place to respond to the pill disaster." Lin Bai said with a smile.

Lu Qingyin stared at Lin Bai and said, "Are you afraid that I will become a pill and then take your life?"

"Fairy, you think too highly of yourself." Lin Bai sat on the wooden stool and said disdainfully, "I gave you the whisk to keep my promise and help others achieve enlightenment. If you want to harm others again, I will kill you again, so what?"

"Is this why you don't return my black knife?" Lu Qingyin was quite resentful.

"..." Lin Bai smiled and didn't answer.

"We are fighting side by side, why do we have to fight and kill?" He Wenyao acted as a peacemaker and asked, "Brother Zhuanlun, Qu Chengjia practices water magic and is good at healing. If you leave her alone, her injuries will be bad in a few days!"

"Then Brother Yao, go and kill her." Lin Bai said.

"Go ahead if you want to kill me, I'll let it go." He Wenyao shook his head like a rattle.

"Let her go." Lin Bai smiled.

"This..." He Wenyao was stunned. Qu Chengjia had trusted him before and even protected him, but He Wenyao stabbed Qu Chengjia hard. This hatred is absolutely unresolved.

Now He Wenyao dared to betray even his mentor, so he aimed to end the trouble.

He Wenyao grabbed Lin Bai's sleeve and said, "Brother Zhuanlun, if Qu Chengjia recovers, she will escape, we can't kill her again! She hides in the dark and attacks us at that time, wouldn't it ruin the big thing?"

"It's just a dead bone in the tomb, what's there to be afraid of?" Lin Bai was very relieved and said, "This time I am considering Qu Ruyi's face and seeing through Yunzi and Gao Yuanyuan's feelings. If Qu Chengjia dares to have evil intentions, I will take her life."

He Wenyao glanced at Qu Chengjia outside the fence and was still worried. He whispered, "Brother Zhuanlun is really generous. He can even let go of the old hatred."

He actually provoked her.

When beating a dog, you have to look at its owner. Lin Bai smiled and looked at Lu Qingyin.

Lu Qingyin glanced at He Wenyao, who shrank his neck.

"If you can fight him back and forth, or if you can beat Pei Ning, that's fine. At worst, I have a unique trick to make him unable to do without you, otherwise don't come and make a fool of yourself!" Lu Qingyin scolded and walked out of the yard.

He Wenyao smiled awkwardly at Lin Pei and apologized, and hurried to catch up with Lu Qingyin.

It was already night, and the two disappeared into the night.

The night breeze was cool, and there were bursts of insects chirping.

Butterflies swam in the forest, and the stars hung.

Pei Ning went to pick the gourd, and Lin Bai sat cross-legged on the wooden table.

After looking at the stars for a while, Lin Bai thought about the longevity creation secret for a long time, but still couldn't remember a single bit.

He closed his eyes and came to the stone plate, and the black color was still there.

It took in the mist and turned into bamboo slips. The words are like heavenly books, floating in the distance, but every word falls into my heart.

I have a feeling of seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster, and finally I set foot on the difficult road again.