This is what cultivating immortals is like

Done.

Lu Bei leaned against the water with She Zhang in his arms. The latter's black hair was coiled on the back of her head, with a few messy strands hanging down. Her chin rested on Lu Bei's shoulder, her brows were lazy, she didn't know what she was thinking, and her lips raised from time to time.

It was not a beautiful encounter, but now that I think about it, it actually feels a little sweeter.

Oh!

The sound of turning books sounded, She Zhang found a comfortable position in Lu Bei's arms, and raised her eyes slightly.

The disgusting books only made her eyes open wider and wider, and she finally understood why everyone was so ignorant and why Lu Bei knew so much. It turned out that he was secretly making up lessons.

"Bah, obscene." She Zhang covered Lu Bei's eyes to prevent him from looking, and took the opportunity to sneak a few glances.

"Benevolence is in the eye of the beholder, and lust is in the eye of the beholder. In Lu's eyes, he is clearly of the upper class."

Lu Bei said confidently: "And the source is also very high-class. It is a secret passed down by the royal family. The old Zhu family relies on this treasure to flourish."

"Don't even think about lying to me!"

She Yan's face turned red, she raised her hand and put it under the water, grabbing the evidence that left Lu Bei speechless.

Again, can the grappling technique I just learned endure such grievances?

…

The spring river tide flows towards Han Valley, and dusk rain clouds fly and dawn mist arises. God seems to be angry with thunder, and he is so frightened that he can't sleep in the middle of the night.

Suddenly a lone sail came riding the wind, and white ripples rode on the waves in front of the river. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers change color, inviting the moon to lift the clouds and see the blue sky.

…

There has been some instability on Sanqing Peak these days.

The sun is rising three poles, the sun is rising, how can others be allowed to snore and sleep on the side of the bed... The original meaning can be extended here. The already scarce spiritual energy is also infected with the smell of dog food, which is so sweet.

Elder She was nourished by love, and her beauty became even better than before. She stayed with the master all day long and refused to let go. Everything was fine, except that he had suffered a lot from his master, fighting demons day and night, and at a sudden glance, he was only a little thin.

Lu Bei was also helpless. He was good at everything, especially kind-hearted. He didn't understand what rejection meant.

It wasn't until the golden-scaled snake woke up that it forced its tail and knocked Elder She aside.

A small golden snake coiled above Lu Bei's head. Whenever She Zhang came near, it would raise its head and hiss and spit out messages, ready to pounce.

The reason why she occupied Lu Bei was, firstly, to persuade the leader not to indulge in the beauty of the enchantress, and secondly, to use her innate energy to refine her luck for her own use.

This was the first time Lu Bei had heard of the idea that an innate energy could refine luck. Because it was the innate magical power of the golden-scaled snake, he tried several times without success.

The thin golden-scaled snake obtained the Dragon Vein of Luck. It was still the same little snake and had never mutated in the direction of the divine dragon. However, she refined the spiritual veins, greatly shortened the process of transformation, refined the luck for her own use, and when she used her magical powers, she A cloud of celebration will appear.

It is an auspicious snake.

To put it bluntly, luck can suppress a sect, and it can be used as a mascot to protect mountains. Luck is so great that even if you fall while walking in a secret realm, you can knock out a magic weapon.

Because they are indistinguishable from each other, the refined spiritual energy can be shared with Qingyun, which promotes the rapid development of She Zhang's practice. If the latter hadn't been too cumbersome and couldn't calm down to practice thinking about the union, they might have become one.

Lu Bei borrowed part of the spiritual energy from his relationship with She Zhang to promote the main technique to operate on its own. Qingyun didn't want to think about it. The luck attribute was untouchable. He could only hold the golden-scaled snake on his head and pretend that he was very lucky.

The golden-scaled snake was very protective of its food, and She Yan could not find a chance to entangle anyone, so she calmed down after two days. The thoughts of male and female love were put aside, and he remembered that he was still a monk, so he decided to go into seclusion tomorrow and cook roast goose for Lu Bei again today.

Tomorrow after tomorrow, under Lu Bei's supervision, they both retreated that night.

Lu Bei took the opportunity to follow up, rubbing the spiritual energy with all his strength.

The purified spiritual energy can be directly used to advance skills. It is similar to the experience reported by Zhao Shiran, the top furnace cauldron. He can fly with it even if he lies still.

No more talking, I will never stop until She Yan and the golden-scaled snake are bald.

It's impossible to be really bald. Half of the dragon's veins are still buried in Lu Bei's little world. When the golden-scaled snake is finished refining, the other half will be replenished for her.

In the black and white world, She Zhang was sitting cross-legged holding a golden-scaled snake in her hands. She was in seclusion and had no sense of the outside world. Her aura was slowly increasing, and she was not sure when she would be able to leave the seclusion.

Bai Jin relied on epiphany to upgrade, Zhu Qilan relied on destiny, and She Yan relied on his own bloodline, coupled with the Beipai Dual Cultivation Accelerator, the speed of progress was far beyond that of ordinary monks.

"Then the question is, why does this old man practice so fast?"

Lu Bei raised his brows and thought of his cheap master Mo Buxiu. With the clues he had at hand, he was very sure that Mo Buxiu was not dead. Not only was he alive, he was also an extremely powerful monk who had and was very likely to survive the tribulation. Expecting thunder punishment, he ascended...

Went to the place where the renunciation sutra went.

The Riddler gave too little information, so Lu Bei couldn't guess where the two of them were. He could only confirm that they were not in the fairy world.

The secret realm containing the innate golden essence, the secret realm of the Four Gods Lake, and even the mysterious fairyland opened by Zhu Qilan holding the seal, were all labeled as the remains of the fairy world by Lu Bei. Coupled with his knowledge of the snake mysterious realm and the Broken Heavenly Book, he deduced that nine out of ten fairy lands were there. It’s gone.

Have the gods fallen?

Impossible, there must be a few Xun Yus alive. Perhaps the world they live in is the height reached by Abandonment Sutra and Mo Buxiu.

With the mountains rising, Lu Bei looked up at the sky and found that the road ahead was very, very long.

"It's okay to be idle, just practice."

He took out the jade gourd and approached the innate golden spirit once a day. Regardless of whether the latter could survive it, he opened the seal and shouted loudly:

"Please baby, turn around!"

After about ten times, Lu Bei felt comfortable all over, put away the jade gourd, took out the golden bell and started refining it.

Several magic weapons for overcoming the tribulation period were given to Xiao Jing Hu Er on the lotus platform, the flying sword was given to Qin Fangtian, the battle flag was given to Zhu Qilan, and the spear named "Qian Zheng" was picked up by She Zhang.

It's good. It's unlucky to give a bell as a gift. They are all his own, so he won't play homophonic jokes and keeps it for himself.

The Golden Bell has been ownerless for thousands of years, and was only held by Wang Hu for a short period of time.

With Wang Hu's level, it was obvious that he couldn't completely refine the Golden Bell. He was just a passerby and didn't even leave his own mark, let alone turn the Golden Bell into his shape.

Lu Bei was not the same. Although he did not have as fierce a strange fire as She Zhang, his realm in the integration stage was sufficient and he could easily refine this ownerless thing and turn it into his own shape.

The bell is named Old Cicada in Dry Clothes, a Buddhist magic weapon. He practices the method of growing lotus step by step, and it is not difficult to control the golden bell.

The new official took office with three things in mind, the new county magistrate came up with a clever name, and the new owner acquired the magic weapon. Naturally, he had to cut off the traces left by his predecessor. The more Lu Bei thought about it, the more it made sense. In addition, he disliked that the name of Jinzhong was too long, so he canceled half of the prefix and renamed it. The golden bell is a dry cicada.

Dry Cicada Bell.

The Zen flavor remained undiminished, and it sounded smoother than the old cicada in old clothes, which made Lu Bei more confident in his naming ability.

"I'm exhausted. My practice is over."

Lu Bei raised his hand to wipe the non-existent cold sweat on his head, counted the days, and prepared to put on Lin Buyan's vest and go to the West Sanzhou to make some noise.

In the past few days, I had been busy subduing the witches, slaying demons and defending the Tao, which resulted in my clothes getting wider and wider, but now I couldn't delay any longer.

"That's not right. Using Lin Buyan's vest to sneak attack Qing Gan, wouldn't it make him look bad?"

"That's not right, change it to another one..."

"Ji Yue is good. If the water is muddy, he can trick Qing Qian and Qi Yan into turning against each other and make them bite each other."

The Shitstick quickly finalized the battle plan and went ahead with it, preparing to go to Guanzhou overnight.

Before leaving the Shuangxuan Treasure Map, Lu Bei went to the small single room where Zhao Shiran was as part of his routine to gain a wave of experience. It was okay if I didn't look at it, but I was shocked when I looked at it. Leader Zhao was growing well. He didn't know when he would break through the Void Refining Realm. He was making great progress all the way and was hitting the middle stage of the Void Refining Realm.

It's so gratifying, but it's so scary.

"It's a bad thing. I was promoted to fusion some time ago and she caught up with me."

Due to his personal constitution, Zhao Shiran was the most cost-effective among the dual monks in Lu Bei. He paid less and received more feedback, so much that Lu Bei subconsciously thought that he was repairing the furnace.

Considering that Head Zhao had lived in the small dark room for almost half a year and practiced hard every day to feed back a lot of yin and spiritual energy to Lu Bei, it would not be wrong to call her a furnace.

But looking at her gains, Lu Bei is more like a furnace. As long as Lu Bei advances, she will follow her to break through her current level. Before moving into the small single room, Head Zhao only had the cultivation level of the Transformation God Realm. After four and a half months of training, he was able to achieve success. He was pressing forward step by step, and he was almost reaching the level of Lu Bei.

Cultivation of immortality is not as fast as possible, you have to stop and slow down.

Lu Bei raised his hand to wake up Zhao Shiran. The realm of refining the void is very important, especially the condensation of the small world. It is crucial to the subsequent integration period and is an indispensable link for monks to understand the truth of heaven and earth. Mo Buxiu explained in his letter that only by having a solid foundation in the Void Refining Realm can one break through the integration. He must not be greedy for quick success, otherwise he will regret it.

Touching his clothes with his fingertips, Lu Bei hesitated for a moment. Judging from the performance of himself, Zhu Qilan and She Zhang, today's monks may have taken the wrong path. Zhao Shiran left it alone. Maybe it was a good thing to accidentally hit him.

What should I do? Should I wake the person up?

After a while, Lu Bei sat cross-legged on the ground, calling the soul in the way of double cultivation, and recited the other person's name.

The speculation was just speculation after all. He himself was a weirdo. Zhu Qilan had a destiny and She Yan had the blood of the snake god. They could not be used as proof cases. For fear of delaying Zhao Shiran's future, he decided to wake him up and follow the current practice method step by step.

Eyelashes trembling slightly, Zhao Shiran let out cold light from his mouth and nose, opened his eyes, and jumped up in fright when he saw Lu Bei's face approaching.

I haven't moved my hands and feet for a while, and my level has soared, making it difficult to adapt. With this step, I almost hit the roof of the small single room.

Lu Bei grabbed his ankle and pulled the person out of the air: "Master Zhao, it's me, wake up quickly."

"Lu Zhang...Lu Bei."

Zhao Shiran's face turned red. He knew he had made a joke and hurriedly changed the subject: "We haven't seen each other for a few days. You...you have become thinner. You are more..."

It looks better.

"There's nothing I can do about it. After all, I come from a well-known family and it's hard to escape the blame for subduing demons."

Lu Bei scratched his nose and said shamelessly: "These days, I encountered a big demon with good tactics. We fought fiercely for several days. It took a lot of effort to suppress it. It was inevitable that the bones in this body had lost too much blood and were somewhat damaged. .”

"I know some medicinal foods, let me make you some snacks to replenish your health!"

"Ah this..."

Lu Bei raised his eyebrows, thinking that there were no snakes or foxes on Sanqing Peak, and nodded: "In this case, Lu will not refuse and trouble Mr. Zhao."

No trouble, actually...

Just call me Shi Ran.

Don't talk nonsense, I'm not a painter, I just write poetry to burn my brain. Driving is too difficult these days, and I'm not good at it, so I'm stuck.