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- The scholar in green and the beauty in stone were communicating and told some secret things. ¦¤¡¡8¦¤1ÖÐÎÄ¡¡¦¤Íø
Zhang Ruochen sat aside and listened quietly.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Luo."
Zhang Ruochen took the purple bamboo teacup handed over by Luo Shuihan and took a sip.
The tea is very sweet. After drinking it, the blood starts to flow rapidly, and a refreshing feeling spreads out all over the body.
It¡¯s obviously not just any tea.
The feeling of weakness in Zhang Ruochen's body has been reduced a lot, and even his injuries are recovering quickly.
Originally, using the power of the relics, Zhang Ruochen would be weak for three or four days, and his cultivation would fall to the bottom. After drinking this tea, Zhang Ruochen felt that it would only take one day at most to get through the period of weakness.
Opposite me, the old man in Confucian clothes who was half white and half black kept staring at Zhang Ruochen and snorted coldly: "The tea leaves of this Shengdao ancient tea were picked by me personally from the ancient tea trees planted by Confucian ancestors. They were originally given to Luoyuan. Lord, I didn¡¯t expect that I would take advantage of a junior like you.¡±
Zhang Ruochen always felt that the old man in Confucian clothes was a stubborn old man who thought too highly of himself and valued his seniority too much. Moreover, he would bluster and show off in front of him whenever he disagreed.
is it necessary?
However, the words of the old man in Confucian clothes still frightened Zhang Ruochen.
Eight hundred years ago, Zhang Ruochen heard that there were four ancient tea trees in Confucianism and Taoism. They were planted by four Confucian ancestors. They had grown for more than tens of millions of years and were very ancient.
However, the catastrophe at the end of the Middle Ages caused three of the ancient tea trees to be damaged and turned into ashes, leaving only one ancient tea tree surviving to this day.
Moreover, only a small amount of tea leaves from ancient tea trees mature every thousand years.
Only the saints of Confucianism and Taoism are qualified to get a few pieces.
The old man in Confucian clothes actually claimed that he personally picked tea leaves from the ancient tea tree. Zhang Ruochen naturally didn't believe it. He felt that he was exaggerating and deliberately pretending to be virtuous and respectable.
The old man in Confucian clothes shook his head and sighed: "The power of the ancient tea of ??the Holy Way can help monks understand the rules of the Holy Way, improve their spiritual power, consolidate their state of mind and holy soul, and refine the holy source. An ignorant child, taking a sip of tea, will instantly , can turn into a child prodigy. The ancient holy tea is of greatest use to spiritual monks, so drinking it is really a waste"
Before the old man in Confucian clothes finished speaking, a soft "pop" sound came from Zhang Ruochen's body.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful spiritual power surged out of Zhang Ruochen's body.
Drinking the Holy Ancient Tea actually caused Zhang Ruochen's mental power to break through the bottleneck and reach the forty-seventh level.
The old man in Confucian clothes was naturally aware of the powerful fluctuations in mental power, and his face froze slightly. He obviously did not expect that a junior who practiced martial arts could cultivate his mental power to such a profound level.
When he was Zhang Ruochen's age, he had just become a semi-saint of spiritual power, and he was far away from the forty-seventh level of strength.
However, the expression of the old man in Confucian clothes quickly returned to his natural state, he pretended to be calm, and said: "Your mental strength is barely adequate, and there is still a big gap compared with that of my disciple. My disciple , His spiritual power has reached level 49 and he is about to become a saint."
"That second place in the new subject?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
"Exactly."
The old man in Confucian robes tilted his chin up and gently stroked his beard, looking at ease and contentment.
"It's not like he's the number one scholar." Zhang Ruochen muttered in a low voice.
The old man in Confucian clothes felt that Zhang Ruochen did not understand the importance of "second place". He glared angrily and turned away, too lazy to say more to this boy who did not respect teachers and moral principles.
When a young man in his twenties saw him, he didn't salute respectfully or show any humility, but he was still on an equal footing with him. Naturally, he was very angry.
Originally, he was still reminding Zhang Ruochen everywhere, hinting that Zhang Ruochen should be more respectful to him, but he didn't expect that Zhang Ruochen was very dishonest and still sat across from him arrogantly.
The old man in Confucian clothes secretly thought that for such a junior who does not understand etiquette, he must find an opportunity to beat him to prevent him from going astray and embarking on an evil path in the future.
Zhang Ruochen naturally did not expect that an older person like the old man in Confucian clothes would be careless. At this moment, he was thinking secretly.
Just now, the old man in scholarly clothes called the scholar in green clothes "Master Luo", which undoubtedly confirmed Zhang Ruochen's suspicion.
The scholar in green is one of the ten masters of the Eastern Territory Holy Academy, Luo Xu.
Two hundred years ago, the number one hero in the Kunlun Realm reached the supreme realm of the Heavenly Realm. At the same time, he is also the first world-famous saint to emerge from Tianmo Ridge.
Follow the beautiful stoneAfter thinking about it, he realized something was wrong.
It is naturally impossible to change it back.
Luo Xu said seriously: "Brother Chu, the battle between Palace Master Ling and the Blue Sky Blood Emperor has done a lot for the entire human race. If it weren't for her, it is very likely that the Blue Sky Blood Emperor would have released Hades. Now, Palace Master Ling was seriously injured in that battle, how could a noble and upright person like you not help?"
The old man in Confucian clothes nodded, feeling that what Luo Xu said made sense, especially the sentence "high moral integrity" was indeed to the point.
The old man in Confucian clothes stroked his beard and said leisurely: "To enter the Seven Lives and Seven Deaths, Palace Master Ling must go through seven lives and complete seven reincarnations in the scroll. Moreover, there must be another person with her. Enter the picture scroll together, guide her, help her regroup her will, correct some of her mistakes, and lead her on the path of cultivation."
Luo Xu asked: "Guide, what conditions are needed?"
"First of all, the guide must be someone she trusts. Otherwise, if you choose a guide at random, it is very likely that he will secretly attack her in the picture scroll, leaving some fatal effects."
"Second, the leader's spiritual power must reach level 45 or above."
Immediately, the old man in Confucian clothes explained: "After all, they have to experience seven lives in the scroll and encounter all kinds of people and worldly experiences. People who are not mentally strong enough will find it difficult to escape from the scroll in an instant. To accommodate so many memories would definitely lead to a mental breakdown.¡±
"Third, the person's swordsmanship must reach the state where man and sword become one."
"You must know that the most important spiritual will of Palace Master Ling is the will of swordsmanship. Only those with a high enough level of swordsmanship can guide her and regain her will of swordsmanship."
The old man in Confucian clothes sighed: "Only those who meet the above three conditions are qualified to be her guide and help her through seven lives."
Even Luo Xu frowned. It was too difficult to find someone who met such three demanding conditions at the same time.
At this time, the sky above the blue wooden boat was completely covered by blood clouds, revealing densely packed figures of undead vampire sergeants.
Both sides of the river were also surrounded by an army of undead vampires, and several layers of formations were deployed to prevent Zhang Ruochen from escaping.
The few people in the cabin were naturally aware of the situation outside, but they didn't take it to heart and were still thinking about the suitable person to lead.
Zhang Ruochen noticed something, so he raised his head and stared at Ling Feiyu.
The two of them looked at each other.
Does Ling Feiyu think that he is a person he can trust?
Zhang Ruochen felt a little incredible. After all, he and Ling Feiyu had not known each other for a long time. Ling Feiyu was relieved and completely handed over to him?
Zhang Ruochen did not allow Zhang Ruochen to think too much. A deep voice sounded outside the cabin: "Zhang Ruochen, on the order of the Blood Emperor, I came to get the Monstrous Sword. Why don't you come out and see me?"
As the icy voice sounded, an astonishing amount of cold air fell from the sky, completely freezing the broad ancient river into a glacier.
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