Chapter 81: Clearing the Clouds and Seeing the Sun Return to Yuanqing "Occupying a house by force? And driving people away?" Long Qiyi glared and shouted, "Isn't that what robbers do!?" Xin Yi seemed to be nonchalant: "According to what you said, it's up to others? In matters of love, even if they are done by robbers, so what?" It's not okay to let others do it, but if you force others, this... this seems a bit inappropriate. After all, melons are sweet and delicious. Long Qi looked at Xin Yi and suddenly felt that he was extremely stupid. This man was just a bachelor, so how could he give any good ideas? Xinyi glanced at Long Qi who was scratching his head in thought and smiled softly - what a young boy. …… "How is it possible!? How could someone who can set up such a strange formation have the qualifications of the Five Elements Pseudo Spiritual Roots?" Honeysuckle looked incredulous. "Hahahaha!" The old man with the bamboo stick stroked his beard and laughed, "Why not?" This rhetorical question made Jin Dong speechless. Seeing him like this, the old man with the bamboo stick continued:
"There are thousands of wonders in the world, and there are always things you can't imagine. Take me for example. I once practiced with your Yuanqing Sect's founder, Wuwei. Now, hundreds of years have passed. Although I am only a casual immortal, I have achieved immortality. Why do people practice Taoism? Isn't it for this?" Hearing this, Jin Dong was extremely surprised. How could a person with five-element pseudo-spiritual roots be able to cultivate to the level of scattered immortals? ! "Let's not talk about the distant past, let's talk about Lingxiang. Have you ever thought about why she is the only one with the lowest cultivation level among the nine disciples of Yuanqing? Even Shoucheng, a disciple, has a higher cultivation level than her. Is it really because of her young age? That little girl has already reached the foundation-building stage at the age of seven. Looking at the world, only the great gods of the Three Altars and Sea Assemblies in ancient times have had such qualifications!" Rendong didn't know how to answer for a moment. After entering Yuanqing, although she had heard some things about Elder Fucang, she had never learned much about him. Could it be that she also had a false five-element spiritual root? "You will definitely think that Lingxiang is also a pseudo spiritual root of the five elements. Yes, she can perform various magic techniques, so it does look a bit like her." The old man with the bamboo stick said as he turned his back. "It's difficult... isn't it?" "For her, if it really is a fake spiritual root, it wouldn't be bad, but it's a pity..." pity? What's a pity? "It's a pity that she has a damaged spiritual root." The old man with the bamboo stick turned around, his face full of pity. "Residual spiritual roots? What kind of spiritual roots are residual spiritual roots?" This kind of spiritual root is the first time that Jindong has heard of it. "Come to think of it, you must have experienced the test of spiritual roots by the Dust-peeking Mirror, right?" Honeysuckle nodded when he heard that, and the old man with the bamboo stick sighed when he saw him like that. "Even with the Dust-peek Mirror, I can't detect the spiritual roots of that little girl." "The Dust-peeking Mirror can't detect it? How could that be? Isn't the Dust-peeking Mirror an ancient magical treasure?" Hearing this, the old man with the bamboo stick sighed and sat back on the stone bench. "Incomplete means incomplete. Since it is not a complete spiritual root, how can the Dust-Seeing Mirror detect it?" When these words came out, Jin Dong was stunned. Incomplete? He was just an ordinary person in the world, and his spiritual roots were complete. How could he be incomplete? …… Lingxiang felt a little puzzled. He didn't know what the old man with the bamboo stick had said to Rendong. He just sat alone in the yard, and didn't respond even when people called him to eat. "Hey! You little kids always love to nitpick. I just gave you some advice, but now you're being stubborn again!" The old man with the bamboo stick said as he took a bite of the tender bamboo shoots. Although he had been able to fast for a long time, he had to admit that the bamboo shoots cooked by Lingxiang were indeed delicious. Lingxiang was a little worried after hearing what the old man with the bamboo stick said. "I brought him here for you to give me some advice, not to take him around. If we end up at a dead end, wouldn't it be a waste of time?" Lingxiang was about to stand up, but was stopped by the old man with the bamboo stick.
"Look, look, you definitely didn't come here out of your sincere desire to see me. What kind of alley can that little brat have to go into? What's the harm in letting him go? It really breaks my heart that you are covering up his shortcomings like this!" As he said this, the old man with the bamboo stick held his hand to his chest, his face full of sadness. Lingxiang rolled her eyes and said, "Your old heart is much tougher than a bamboo stick. It won't hurt even if it breaks." She said this, but still sat down beside the old man with the bamboo stick. The three of them stayed in the ancient bamboo forest for two days and picked a full ten kilograms of bamboo flowers. The old man with the bamboo stick was so heartbroken that he cried out that he would not stop until the bamboo stick broke. Looking at the mess, the old man with the bamboo stick felt that Lingxiang was truly his nemesis, and that he could neither be beaten nor scolded. Why did I have to rush to tell this little bandit that the bamboo was in bloom? After the looting, there were entire tracts of them without even a single seed left. It would take who knows how many years it would take to fill such a huge gap. The old man with the bamboo cane had a face full of sorrow, but Lingxiang was filled with joy. She smiled and walked forward to pat the shoulder of the old man with the bamboo cane, who was kneeling on the ground in grief, and kept saying that she had made him spend money again. When the old man heard Lingxiang's words, he trembled suddenly. Then, without raising his head, he just pointed at the gate with his cane without saying a word. Lingxiang only said that if it was not enough, she would bother him again, and then she jumped up and down and told Rendong Yuancheng to carry the fresh bamboo shoots and bamboo flowers and go back home. Just as she reached the gate of the temple, she was stopped by an old man with a bamboo stick. “Everyone thinks bamboo flowers are a bad omen, but don’t you know that after the bamboo flowers fall, bamboo rice will appear. Although the bamboo dies, the bamboo rice is still there. When it falls into the soil, it can grow new bamboo shoots.” Lingxiang did not turn back when she heard this, but just stood there in silence for a long time, and then led Rendong and Shoucheng into the strange formation in the ancient bamboo forest. Honeysuckle didn't know why Lingxiang had been silent all the way, unlike when she came. She just felt that the words of the old man with the bamboo stick seemed to have a great impact on her, but she couldn't understand the deeper meaning of his words. When I stepped out of the ancient bamboo forest and returned the bamboo lamp to the goblin, I suddenly heard Lingxiang say: “Growing new bamboo shoots!” It seemed like she was sighing or whispering. She stood in front of the entrance of the ancient bamboo forest for a long time, wondering what she was thinking about. Honeysuckle recalled what the old woman with the bamboo stick had said to him, and felt as if he understood what she was thinking, but also as if he didn't understand. He looked at Shoucheng, but Shoucheng just looked at Lingxiang, as if he was waiting for her. Honeysuckle had no choice but to step forward and ask: "Master, when do we leave?" Lingxiang was lost in thought, and when she heard Rendong calling her, she seemed not to have heard clearly and asked: "What did you call me just now?" With a calm face, Ren Dong looked at Ling Xiang and said, "Master, didn't you tell the head master that day in Wuji Hall that you wanted to take me to Qingwei Peak as a disciple? Were you just joking?" "Of course not," Lingxiang suddenly felt that this trip was worthwhile, "I will keep my word! Remember to behave in a more reserved manner in the future, don't lose face for me!" Shoucheng smiled when he heard this. This was the first time Rendong saw him smile in the past two days. He just said: "It's the master, not the aunt." (End of this chapter)