[Chapter 279 Renaming to Old Ancestor (Eighth)]
This is a sign of a breakthrough!
He closed his eyes slightly, guiding the inner strength in his body to spin quickly.
After half a column of incense.
The wind and clouds all over his body moved, and the essence of the Quartet rushed frantically, converging on his body.
His cultivation base, in a very short period of time, made a breakthrough and reached the sixth vortex of Dachen!
The old man was slightly surprised: “What a strong inner strength, the ordinary Dachen ranks five swirls, and a glass of red willow wine can break through at least two levels, but you can only break through one.” It
can be seen that Xia Qingchen’s inner strength is strong, yes Twice as normal.
After the breakthrough, Xia Qingchen opened his eyes and said, “Thank you for the wine! Senior has an order, please say it.”
There will be no good for no reason in the world.
Do good, there must be demands.
Zu Qianjue chuckled: “I just want to see your elder and ask about the cure for mental injury.”
Xia Qingchen stared at Zu Qianjue calmly.
After watching for a while, he said, “Your mental injury should be caused by a strange monster.”
“You may not have noticed it at first, but after a long time, the mental injury will erupt, and you will feel tired and lack of spirit. , and finally fell into a permanent drowsiness, until the bodily function completely stopped and died completely.”
Jing!
In the garden, it was quiet.
Young Master Xiang was horrified, staring at Xia Qingchen incredulously.
Old Ancestor’s mental injury was revealed by an outsider!
Incredible!
Zu Qianjue was even more shocked. It was not until Xia Qingchen broke it that he realized where his mental injury came from.
Many years ago, he had encountered a terrifying monster that was about to transform into a human.
Just being seen by the other party, he was seriously injured and almost died.
I thought that I had escaped the disaster, but I did not expect that the root of the mental illness still fell.
“Little brother, how did you know?” Zu Qianjue found that his three hundred years of experience was not enough to see in front of the teenager.
Xia Qingchen pointed to his own eyes, meaning that he saw with his eyes.
“What you mean, I understand, I want to seek a cure for the spirit, right?” Xia Qingchen said, “Bring the ink.”
Gong Zixiang immediately took the ink and put it respectfully in front of Xia Qingchen.
Xia Qingchen picked up the pen and wrote, and wrote down two.
“This is the elixir of dazzling Zen mind. You can refine it yourself, but don’t spread it out!”
“This is a secret technique for nourishing your mind. It can be as short as 20 years or as long as 50 years. It will recover.”
Zu Qianjue immediately flipped through, and the more he looked, the more shocked he became.
It is convenient for Dan Xiaoxiao’s mind, the latter’s secret technique of recuperating the mind is extremely profound.
He has to look at it for a while before he can understand the deep meaning.
However, based on his experience, it can be judged that this is indeed an excellent mystic art of nourishing essence.
His mental injury is really possible to cure!
“Little brother, great kindness and great virtue, I can’t repay this old man!” Zu Qianjue’s old hands trembled with excitement.
Xia Qingchen said indifferently: “It’s just a reward for the peach.” The
other party gave him red willow wine, and he should give him the method of healing.
When Zu Qianjue looked at Xia Qingchen again, his eyes changed completely: “Dare to ask which school your little friend is from?”
Xia Qingchen thought about it and pointed to the sky.
“Are you a descendant of God?” Zu Qianjue’s eyes trembled.
Xia Qingchen nodded: “Almost!”
He is the king of gods, not the descendants of gods.
“If there is nothing else, leave, I still need to hurry.” After the banquet in Qionglou, he went to Jingyuan Temple.
Zu Qianjue did not hold back.
He felt that such a character could not be retained.
“Xiang, bring my Tian Ge here and send my little brother for a ride.” Young
Master Xiang’s heart trembled, Tian Ge was the mount of the ancestor.
He has never ridden for outsiders, but now he is actually giving Xia Qingchen a kid?
Soon, he brought a ferocious-looking monster with a short body but a broad back.
Its cultivation base has reached the big star level!
“Master Xia, please come up!” Master Xiang said.
Zu Qianjue frowned: “The name is wrong!” Young Master
Xiang was stunned for a moment, and just now realized where he was wrong.
The ancestor still called Xia Qingchen a little friend.
As the great-great-grandson of the ancestor, how could one generation call Xia Qingchen?
Isn’t that a mess?
“Ancestor Xia, please come on!” Young Master Xiang felt strange.
I actually want to call a peer of my age Patriarch!
No one will believe it.
Xia Qingchen accepted it calmly, and because of his real age, Young Master Xiang called him an ancestor, and he did not suffer.
“Also, take the rest of the red willow wine with you on the road to quench your thirst.” Zu Qianjue handed over the remaining one gourd of red willow wine.
Although red willow wine is only effective for the first time, it is always a good thing.
“Thank you, if there is an unknown change in his injury, he can come to me.” Xia Qingchen jumped on the sky and drove away.
Tian Ge can fly, run on the ground, and swim in water.
The best mount. Looking at Xia Qingchen soaring into the sky, and his back was far away, Young Master Xiang said aggrieved: “Patriarch, isn’t the identity you gave to
Patriarch Xia too high?”
Teenagers around the age of two call themselves brothers?
Zu Qianjue stared deeply at Xia Qingchen’s back, slowly shook his head and said, “I call him Old Ancestor, but it’s not necessarily wronged, what are you wronged?”
Gongzixiang couldn’t detect it, but Zu Qianjue faced Xia Qingchen at close range. .
But there is a feeling of suffocation like an abyss.
Zu Qianjue had that feeling only when he was a teenager, when he faced his ancestors.
“Ah?” Young Master Xiang, who has always been calm, couldn’t help but be stunned.
The title of Old Ancestor Xia, he is called!
at that time.
Looking outside the Holy City.
On a lake, there are two snow-white and huge swans.
Gong Liangyun came back with a gloomy face and jumped on one of the swans.
On the other swan, there is an eighteen-year-old boy who is practicing cross-legged.
From the perspective of internal strength, it has reached the seventh vortex of Dachen.
Such an age, such a cultivation base, is quite rare.
In the Nebula Sect, who is not in his twenties or thirties among the Seven Whirlpools who have reached the rank of Dachen?
The talent of this man is very high.
“Sister Yun, are you back? Have you got enough Tianyue coins?” The boy opened his eyes and said happily.
Gong Liangyun’s face was cold: “Don’t talk about it, I was mixed up by a kid.” The
young man’s expression became solemn: “What’s going on? Didn’t he have a mouthful of gold to help?
” I’m suspicious, and in the end, only 40 million Heavenly Moon Coins were auctioned off, which is really annoying!” Gong Liangyun got more and more angry the more she thought about it.
If she was not afraid of Xiahou Shenmen’s visit to the Holy City, she would not dare to act rashly, and she would definitely cut Xia Qingchen into eight pieces.
“Where’s the kid, dare to oppose our sister Yun! Who is he, I’ll teach him a lesson!”
Gong Liangyun said: “Forget it, hurry up, I don’t know what the evil wind is blowing, but Xiahou Shenmen actually appeared in the city. .”
Hearing this, the boy’s pupils shrank fiercely.
After some harsh words, he swallowed it again.
“Then let’s go, Xiahou Shenmen can’t be provoked!” The young man said angrily: “Let’s rush to Jingyuan Temple immediately, don’t delay the important event of cultivation.”
So two white swans took off.
[End of This Chapter]
