Chapter 2 (1/2)
"What happened to tie Lao?" Old man Wang asked carefully.
Although tielao is moody, old man Wang has been with him for decades. Naturally, he doesn't want tielao to have an accident.
The nun shook her head and said, "yuqingzong has sneaked into the demon cultivation recently. We are specially asked to protect them. You don't have to worry."
Old man Wang was relieved.
He bowed and turned away.
The two monks walked away and meditated under the trees on both sides of the gate of the herb garden.
As they began to breathe, there was a visible whirlwind around them.
That's aura.
Han Jue thought silently, and then continued to spray water.
……
The next day.
Han Jue continues to roll the dice.
[Linggen qualification: none]
Han Jue rolled his eyes.
He was not surprised.
He doesn't panic either. Anyway, he shakes out four top-level innate Qi, and his Linggen talent can be shaken slowly.
The two monks did not change the lives of the servants in the herb garden.
The boring life goes on.
In addition to daily work, Han Jue takes exercise and shakes dice.
The third day.
Roll the dice!
[Linggen qualification: none]
tolerable!
I'm on the pole!
Han Jue cursed in his heart.
The fourth day.
[spirit root qualification: five elements mixed with spirit root, achievement is difficult to surpass and build foundation]
Well, it's standard for mortals to cultivate immortals.
Han Jue shook his head.
He will continue to shake, killing mortals can not cultivate immortals.
In this way, Han Jue exercises every day and rolls dice every day.
Most of the time it's a hybrid.
He was not disheartened. He believed that he could always shake the spirit root.
It's OK to be a little late.
He has no enemies anyway.
……
Two years later.
When tielao came back, the two monks saluted and left.
All the servants gathered and knelt down to worship tie Lao.
Tie Lao wears a black robe with two gourds on his waist. His hair is black and white, and his face is overcast. It gives people a bad impression of his temper.
"Not bad. There was no mistake."
Tielao looked around and said with a smile.
The servants breathed a sigh of relief and all smiles.
Tielao looks at Han Jue and other teenagers beside him.
"The four of you come with me."
Tielao pointed and went to his attic.
Han Jue was one of the four.
They followed immediately.
"Is it to arrange for us to be responsible for part of the park?" Han Jue thought silently.
He suddenly noticed that tie Lao Xiu's right hand was dripping blood.
Han Jue was shocked.
Is tielao injured? Do you want to use them to make puppets or pills?
Han Jue has read a lot of Xiuxian novels in his previous life, and his most impressive sentence is that the death of Taoist friends is not the death of poor ones.
Nothing is more important to a monk than his own life.
The more Han Jue thought about it, the more flustered he was. He didn't dare to escape, so he had to try to restrain himself.
After entering the house, a teenager closed the door.
Tie Lao sat on the first seat and looked at Han Jue's four people.
"Put your hands in." Tielao said.
Han Jue raised his right hand one after another.
Tie Lao touched one by one.
Han Jue is getting goose bumps.
"If you have Linggen, others can go back."
Tielao said to a tall and strong boy.
Han Jue was relieved.
Early this morning, he shook the Linggen qualification. Yesterday, he was still four Linggen, but today, he directly lost it.
I didn't expect a blessing in disguise.
Han Jue took a sympathetic look at the young man.
Zhang Ge, a passionate child king who likes pigeons.
The other two teenagers looked enviously at Zhang Ge.
Zhang Ge is not only looking forward to it, but also worried.
Tielao doesn't allow the slaves to practice, but this is the first time to check the spiritual roots for the slaves.