Chapter 109 Lingxiang Visits the Ancient Bamboo Forest Again The disciples were extremely happy to have obtained the magical treasures and instruments. They returned to their respective courtyards. From now on, they each had their own direction for practice and were no longer like headless flies, only practicing by rote. Although one needs to know most of the techniques and formations in cultivation, one still needs to learn some skills to save one's life. This is a story for later, so let's put it aside for now. The murder of an outer disciple has been on the agenda recently. Now the disciples have been issued proper weapons. Regardless of who the murderer is, they can use them for self-defense. Inner disciples and direct disciples have also been assigned to do night duty in recent days. Now that they have become formal disciples of the Yuanqing Sect, they naturally have to bear corresponding responsibilities. Each disciple takes turns patrolling, and the disciples who entered the sect earlier lead the new disciples together, which can be considered as practicing. After Lingxiang left that day, she did not return to Xianyunju for two or three days. Long Qi asked around, but he did not even see her in the sect. Although Xinyi knew that she was out, she did not know where she went. This woman was thinking about a lot of things, and she really did not know what she was planning now. Ren Dong has been able to get out of bed and walk these two days, but after seeing him, Master Fu Yin still told him to rest more and not rush to practice. Although it is not a very powerful demon poison, it is still a demon poison. If you don't take good care of yourself, it will have various effects on your future. The days were so peaceful, but Shangqing Zhenren knew that this was the calm before the storm. The storm was coming, but he didn't know where the wind would come from, which made him feel a little uneasy. If there was anyone else who had gone missing, it was Shoucheng, who was under the tutelage of Qianyuan Zhenren. No one knew where he had gone. His fellow disciples in the same room had not seen him as soon as they got up, and they had searched for him for a long time but still could not find him. On the other hand, Master Qianyuan was not anxious when he lost his disciple. Even when his disciples reported it to him, he did not show any anxious look on his face. He just said that the child had grown up and would come back after a few days of fun, so there was no need to worry.
All the disciples were puzzled. Although Shoucheng was not the eldest disciple under the master, he had been practicing Taoism with the master since he was a child. Although he was a bit strict with the master on weekdays, they were really like father and son. Now the master was so calm, it was really strange. Qian Yuan Zhenren was so calm, he must have known where he was going. He was sitting in meditation that day, and a Taoist talisman flew into the hall. He took it and saw that it was a sound transmission talisman. The sound transmission note is not a rare object, but what is rare is the way of drawing it. Ordinary sound transmission notes are quite standard and are used to convey messages, but this sound transmission note was obviously written by Lingxiang. Not to mention how casually and sloppily the note was drawn, even the stroke at the end was changed into a circle. In Lingxiang's words, this way her words can be conveyed more accurately, so that her senior brothers won't be unable to hear clearly due to their age, which would be bad if they misheard. When Zhenren Qianyuan saw the talisman, he knew that Lingxiang must be in trouble. He just smiled and twisted his finger to wipe off the ending circle, then twisted his finger again to activate the sound transmission talisman - it was late at night, they were on top of a mountain, and the hall was empty. If he really activated the talisman directly, I'm afraid Lingxiang's voice would resound throughout the mountain. As soon as the sound transmission talisman was activated, the voice was indeed much quieter than that of Shangqing Zhenren last time, but it was still as loud as someone hawking something in the street. I don't know where Lingxiang got such a loud voice from, it doesn't sound like a girl at all. The talisman started to burn from the top, and Lingxiang's voice echoed in the hall: "I think Second Senior Brother hasn't fallen asleep yet, so I'm sorry to bother you. I have to go to the ancient bamboo forest now, and I need to borrow Shoucheng. I will return it in one day, so don't worry." As soon as the voice fell, the yellow talisman burned out and turned into ash and floated away. After hearing this, Zhenren Qianyuan could only smile helplessly. Now that he received this sound transmission note, he was afraid that Lingxiang was already in the ancient bamboo forest. Even if he cared about it, could he still chase him on a cloud? Not to mention the long journey, even if he arrived at the place, he would be helpless against the formation of the ancient bamboo forest. Zhenren Qianyuan once again concentrated and held his breath, sitting quietly on the mat, pretending that nothing had happened just now. Shoucheng was meeting the great god Zhou Gong when he was suddenly pulled up and his mouth and nose were covered before he could even react. He thought he had encountered a robber, but suddenly remembered that he was already a Taoist. Which robber would be so stupid as to rob his Yuanqing Sect? But when he looked carefully, he saw the spiritual fragrance, which made him terrified - the robbers were certainly not scary, but the scary thing was the person in front of him, even the robbers would have to retreat away. How could this young lady have no sense of gender distinction and actually run into his room in the middle of the night! ? Not to mention that he is only wearing a thin layer of clothing now, and there are other male disciples in the compartment. Even if they are cultivators, they can't just ignore it like this, right? Lingxiang only sighed and said, "I have something to ask you to accompany me. It will be too late if you are late. I have already informed your master. Hurry up and put on your clothes and follow me." It's okay for him to take a walk, but if he wants to put on his clothes, you should stay away from him. Shoucheng only heard Lingxiang urging him like a thief. He wrapped himself in the quilt and struggled hard to break free from her hand. "If you have any problem, just let me know. I will definitely help you. But can you please step aside so that I can put on my clothes?" Lingxiang blushed when she heard that, then turned around and walked behind the screen, muttering something like she had never seen before, or that a real man should not be fussy about trivial matters. As soon as the two of them walked out of the Yuanqing Mountain Gate, Shoucheng grabbed a handful of soil and threw it away. With a wave of his hands, he and Lingxiang stood outside the ancient bamboo forest. But Lingxiang did not play the jade flute this time, but told him to wait here first, saying that the goblins would come to take him away in a moment. As she spoke, she walked into the bamboo forest on her own. Shoucheng was very surprised. What could have happened that required her to come in the middle of the night? And what made this little nun not even have time to wait for the goblin to come and guide her? After about half an incense stick of time, the sound of rolling was heard in the bamboo forest. The two goblins handed over lanterns and led Shoucheng into the formation.
After walking for a while, the darkness in the formation dissipated, and they saw the courtyard of the old man with a bamboo stick, but the courtyard was empty, and there was no trace of Lingxiang and the other person. Shoucheng was confused and asked the goblin beside him, but the goblin pouted and asked Shoucheng to follow him, then rolled away. Shoucheng followed all the way, and after walking to the back of the house and turning several corners, he saw Lingxiang and the old man with a bamboo stick squatting on the ground in an open space. He didn't know what they were doing, and they kept mumbling to themselves, as if they were discussing something. (End of this chapter)