Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 262 Old Granny

Since the news that Mei Tongtong had successfully entered the sect came, Lin Qingyue had been sitting in the dilapidated temple with her elderly mother-in-law for three days.

This was another mission assigned to her by the Dust-Breaking System after her last visit to the secret realm. It was very different from previous missions. This time she had to escort an old man to the Qingyin Sect.

Compared to the closed North Continent, the rich Central Continent, and the barren West Continent, the Qingyin Sect hidden in the South Continent is the most mysterious in the world of immortal cultivation.

Some people say that most of the cultivators in Qingyin Sect are good-looking but useless, because most of them are sound cultivators.

Some people also speculate that the South Continent is even more impoverished than the West Continent, otherwise how could there be no stunning geniuses born?

The candles in the temple were almost burned out, and the last remnants were burning. The flames flickered, making the back wall look even darker.

Lin Qingyue stared at the candle, the flame dancing in her eyes.

She suddenly thought of Senior Sister Yan Fei from Wuwang Peak. When she was still in Qingjing Town, she seemed to be going to a place called Sanbeiyuan in Nanzhou Continent.

Later, she learned from other people that the Sanbei Academy was an activity venue organized by independent cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation, where cultivators of different strengths were divided into different levels.

Among them, there are countless cultivators from all over the world, as if all the young geniuses in the world have been gathered together.

She didn't know if she could pass that place on the way to Qingyin Sect, otherwise she would like to take a detour to take a look.

The remaining candle had burned out, without making any descriptive sound. It just quietly grew smaller and smaller until it emitted the last bit of faint light and suddenly went out.

"Mother-in-law?"

The old woman seemed to be falling asleep. Her face was clean and tidy, and her white hair was neatly combed up. The deep wrinkles on her face and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes not only did not obscure her beauty, but instead added a bit of maturity and charm to her.

Lin Qingyue took out a flashlight and illuminated the surroundings.

The sudden light woke the old woman up almost instantly, and the first thing she said was an impatient and almost irritable voice.

"Went out!"

With a click, Lin Qingyue turned off the flashlight. Since she didn't need it anymore, she planned to put it away. But before she could do anything, she heard another order from her mother-in-law.

"Light another candle."

Lin Qingyue: "What candle?"

"Come to me and get it." The old woman said almost no nonsense. The dilapidated temple was pitch black, but Lin Qingyue had excellent eyesight. He quickly came to the old woman and took the white-lined red candle from her hand.

It was just an ordinary candle, and Lin Qingyue didn't know why there was any need to light it for three days and three nights.

The flames suddenly ignited, and Lin Qingyue's face looked even more delicate and soft under the bright yellow light of the fire.

She took a few steps back to her previous position and saw that the old woman was about to close her eyes again, so she quickly interrupted the spell.

Once this old woman closes her eyes, she will enter a state of meditation. Unless the candle burns out, no matter how much Lin Qingyue calls her, she will not wake up.

"Can we leave tomorrow?"

In the darkness, Lin Qingyue could see that the old woman's body seemed to heave violently, and the sound was squeezed out from her teeth.

“Praying to the gods and Buddhas requires sincerity.”

Lin Qingyue knew this was a hint at her, but she didn't believe in Buddhism or God, so she pretended not to know: "Isn't grandma always worshiping Buddha? I think grandma is very sincere."

The old woman raised her head and glanced at Lin Qingyue with her sharp and beautiful eyes.

The whites of the eyes of ordinary mortals no longer become white and clear when they reach middle age, but turn yellow. However, this old woman is a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training, so she is not like an ordinary old woman.

Lin Qingyue was not afraid and looked back.

The two of them just stared at each other, competing with each other.

But Lin Qingyue couldn't hold on any longer after reading for a while. Although he was still facing the old woman, his mind was already reading the novel in his head.

When the old woman saw Lin Qingyue's distracted eyes, the corners of her mouth twitched violently. She said, "I'll leave tomorrow," then closed her eyes and ignored Lin Qingyue.

After getting the exact answer, Lin Qingyue walked out of the dilapidated temple, arranged the surroundings with formations and talismans, climbed onto the roof and entered the green mirror.

The flow of time in the green mirror is slower than outside, but Lin Qingyue still feels that the effect of his training is not as good as when he fought against everyone in Zi Yang Sword Sect.

It is inevitable that you don’t know your own strength when you are alone, but with the battle experience of others, you can not only quickly improve your muscle memory but also will not get lost.

Lin Qingyue took out Lingxue and reviewed the sword techniques she had practiced countless times, reflecting on her mistakes and how to correct them. After this, she thought of the glutinous rice balls that were still inside her body and after a moment's thought, she picked up Lingxue.

Lin Qingyue's skills were still not as good as that of the experienced immortal Ji Qingchen, so he had to take out the glutinous rice balls carefully, bit by bit, and with trepidation every time.

The moment Tangyuan left her body, Lin Qingyue seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, like a mother's reluctance to part with her fetus.

Lin Qingyue was surprised by her idea, but also felt that it made sense. Tangyuan could improve its grade by using her body.

To Tangyuan, Lin Qingyue is undoubtedly its mother.

What about Ji Qingchen? Is she his own sword's mother? A male mother?

Lin Qingyue held Tangyuan in her hand and could feel that Tangyuan had become closer to her both physically and mentally.

The improvement of the sword body's grade depends more on the cultivation of the mother body. As far as Lin Qingyue can see now, she can feel that Tangyuan seems to have gotten better, but on the surface this improvement is minimal.

Let Tangyuan and her fight each other, but Tangyuan is just a sword after all, without complex human thinking. Apart from the standard swordsmanship, his thinking is as innocent as a child.

Lin Qingyue felt that fighting was boring and wanted to take the dumplings back.

But it is easy to take it out, but difficult to put it back.

She thought of what Ji Qingchen had taught her and felt that as long as she was careful, nothing unexpected would happen.

Half an hour later, Lin Qingyue spat out a mouthful of blood with sweat all over his forehead. He stuffed himself with a pill to replenish his spiritual power and began to meditate to repair the organs that were pierced by the sword.

The punctured organs were like a fountain, but unlike transparent water, Lin Qingyue's internal organs were bloody and could not be seen clearly.

Lin Qingyue couldn't see inside either, but instead used his spiritual sense to follow the blood vessels bit by bit to feel the damaged area, and then used his spiritual power to weave a fine net, which stopped the bleeding...

"Lin Qingyue!"

Suddenly, a sound came from outside. Lin Qingyue knew that she had not managed her time well and the old woman was already looking for her.

Lin Qingyue didn't have time to deal with the remaining blood and took out the green mirror.

She jumped down from the roof and walked around to the old woman.

"What's wrong, mother-in-law?"