Chapter 771 Blossoms

   "What do you think the fog-like things you feel at night are?" Xu Guangling asked.

What is   ?

   Dew?

   Fog?

still is……

After listening to his words, Xu Tonghui thought unconsciously, and then suddenly, his body shook, it was a real shock, and a lot of hairs on the arm exploded. Obviously, the owner of the arm was in such extreme shock that in horror.

   "Master, Reiki! Could it be that... those, those are Reiki?"

   Xu Tonghui's heart was full of stormy waves.

   Then after being extremely shocked, his brain immediately started:

   "Master, is this place, where we camp, a spiritual place?"

   "Master, you asked me to lift that big slate yesterday, did you already feel that there is aura here, which is different from other places?"

  Man, you think too much.

   Also, there is spiritual energy in other places, but you can't feel it.

   The aura index of the entire Qingshui City is at 1.2, which is far beyond the average level of the previous life, and it is said that this place does not even count the remnants of Dawei Mountain.

   "Master, how about we camp here for a few more days?" Xu Tonghui said cautiously.

  Xu Guangling shook his head and said, "What do you think of my painting?"

   Hearing this, Xu Tonghui was shocked again.

   If he talked about spiritual ground or something, he could still imagine it, because many elders in the family could talk about ancient times, not only the master family, but even his grandfather.

   And in stories, there are often such legends.

It is said that a certain monk traveled the world. One day, he suddenly looked up at a floating cloud, laughed, pointed to a certain floating cloud and said: "This cloud looks at it, there are mountains and rivers, and there are thousands of changes. Covered by clouds, it must be a blessed land, waiting for me to find it."

  Blessed land is also the spiritual land.

   Then after looking for it, I found a spiritual place.

   So the family leaves and branches down there. From the human level to the ground level, from the ground level to the sky level, generations of high-level cultivators of super cows, super horses, super alpacas emerge in an endless stream.

   Xu Tonghui grew up listening to such stories!

   Does he yearn for the spiritual land?

   Among the 100 children who grew up listening to such stories, 10,000 have aspirations!

   So before, under the instructions of the young master, he guessed that this might be a spiritual place, and he was excited and ecstatic and longed for it.

   But for that painting, he had no concept at all.

   Even in the story, there is no such thing, not even anything like it!

   Therefore, Xu Tonghui has no room for imagination.

   "Uncle Xu, pack your things, let's go." Xu Guangling said.

   "Master!" Xu Tonghui shouted anxiously.

   "Huh?" Xu Guangling glanced at him lightly.

   "It's okay, I'll clean up now!"

  Xu Tonghui stopped talking, and packed everything as quickly as possible, repacking the felt tent and other things into a big package and carrying it on his back, "Master, let's go."

   From Qingshui City to Jiuqu City, it is about three hundred li.

   And according to their footsteps, it would take about three days, or four days.

  If it was Xu Tonghui himself, and he didn't bring luggage, with his strength close to Dacheng, and he traveled day and night to bring a little early and a little late, a day would be almost the same.

   In the evening of the second day, we were stationed like yesterday.

  After dinner, Xu Tonghui looked at the painting like yesterday, not necessarily without expectations.

   And when he woke up again in the middle of the night, his heart was beating wildly.

   After sitting in the felt tent for a long time, he managed to suppress his mind and thoughts, and again, like yesterday, he came to the official road at the felt tent and sat down.

   Then, it didn't seem to be affected in any way, and in a trance, it came as expected!

   The next morning, after waking up, Xu Tonghui found that his cultivation had taken another step forward, and it was a very obvious step!

   If it wasn't for his lack of understanding of the Tongmai state, Xu Tonghui would have some doubts, had he really become a master of condensing qi at this moment? Really getting close to that "point"?

but.

   is still the same.

  —how is this possible?

   No matter how impossible it is, it really happened.

   Xu Tonghui's brain was also extracted from yesterday's shock, ecstasy, disbelief and other emotions, and he was able to do some effective thinking.

   Today, where they are stationed today, or a spiritual place?

This is impossible!

   This is totally impossible!

   If yesterday, Xu Tonghui had some vague doubts about the place where they camped, then after another night of experience, he didn't even have the slightest doubt.

  Whether it’s where you camped today or where you camped yesterday, it’s…

   Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, can't be a spiritual place!

   Actually this is it!

  If the official road is a spiritual place, how could those big men not find it?

  Yesterday, he was fascinated by the ghost, and it was the young master who misled him.

   And thinking of this, Xu Tonghui stood up abruptly.

  Master!

   That picture!

   Other than that, there is no other reason!

  There is no spiritual ground! There is no spiritual ground! There is no spiritual ground!

   It is absolutely impossible for him to realize something suddenly, if he has such great ability, how can he wait until today?

so!

   Apart from the young master, there is no other second reason!

   I don't know how the young master did it. This is really appalling, but in any case, the reason lies in the young master.

   And the young master must know!

  Xu Guangling returned from a small river not far away. When he put the towel in the felt tent, Xu Tonghui also followed, and then suddenly knelt down in front of him.

   "Uncle Xu, what are you doing?" Xu Guangling sat back on the floor.

   "Master!" Xu Tonghui didn't lift his head, "Master, I already know!"

   "Oh, what do you know?"

   "You made me stronger!"

   "How did I increase your lift?"

I do not know!

  Xu Tonghui was very aggrieved, and he finally raised his head, "Master, it's the painting, the painting you painted!"

Xu Guangling looked at him, looked at him for a few breaths, and then smiled slightly: "It has nothing to do with painting, it's me. Uncle Xu, if I say that I am the son of luck born with great luck, you Believe it or not?"

letter!

  Now, he believes whatever the young master says!

   Believe it!

   However, Xu Tonghui has never heard of luck or something, is it similar to luck? I don't know what the young master meant.

   Therefore, at this moment, Xu Tonghui is confused and confused, but this does not prevent him from expressing: "Believe! Young master, I believe! You are the son of luck! - Master, what is the son of luck?"

   Well, you have to find a good target for 13. The level of this target is still too low.

   "The Son of Luck is..."

   "I said the flowers will bloom, and the flowers will bloom."

   Following his line of sight, Xu Tonghui turned his head subconsciously.

   At the door of their felt tent, there was a little grass.

   And at this moment, in Xu Tonghui's eyes, the branches and leaves of that little grass swayed by itself without wind, swaying gently.

  One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four breaths, five breaths.

  While Xu Tonghui held his breath unconsciously, after about five breaths of normal time, a small, inconspicuous little white flower bloomed in the very center of the grass.

   (end of this chapter)