Cultivation: From the Inauguration of Druid

　　 "Air"

　　 As Lingqing held up the feather in his hand, he chanted a spell loudly.

　　In a short time, the air fluctuated, and a pair of wide transparent wings condensed behind him.

　　 When the wings were formed, he felt his body lighten, as if he could fly off the ground at any time.

　　 Feeling the sense of weightlessness, Lingqing's toe was a little bit, and immediately his whole body left the ground and flew into the air.

　　 As the body gradually rises, a feeling of joy is constantly brewing in his chest.

　　 "Oh roar~"

　　 When he rushed out of the jungle and stood on the treetops out of thin air, he finally couldn't help but yelled.

　　 Since ancient times, whether it is the monks’ art of flying through the clouds and the fog, or the mortals using equipment to create hot air balloons, airplanes, etc.

　　 It all explains, the longing and longing for the sky of mankind.

　　After experimenting for a while, Lingqing discovered that the sky mastered this spell, not so much a flying skill as a flying skill.

　　 The effect of this spell is not to create a pair of air wings in his imagination, flying like a bird, but to allow him to walk in the air as if walking on land.

　　 The wings behind him are just for good looks.

　　 And the effect of a spell is very short, only a few seconds.

　　 Fortunately, when he burns this spell into the spell book, he can continue to use it with enough feathers, which can extend the flight time.

　　 As long as the spell triggered by the spell book can be read the right spell, it will not fail due to violent movement or battle.

　　 However, there is still a long way for Lingqing to fly freely in the sky. Even so, this does not hinder his curiosity about flying.

　　 also made him more motivated to seek immortality in Laoshan.

　　 Presumably, when he has learned the art of soaring clouds and fog, he will be able to swim freely between heaven and earth.

　　 There is also the wild transformation of the flying ability obtained when he raises his professional level to level 8, which also makes him look forward to it very much.

　　 However, when the spirit of Qingyi still recovered from the joy of being able to fly, he was a little dazed.

　　 "Where am I?"

　　 Through the afterglow of the setting sun, he looked at the map in his hand and found that he had no idea where he was.

　　 The surrounding area is desolate, and there are no people in sight.

　　 After sensing the direction with the druid's ability, Lingqing stretched his legs and walked east.

　　 It is said that when a druid walks in the jungle, he can record the environment where he passes like a map in a game, forming a map in his mind.

　　 But who made him fly to the sky, and in order to test the extreme flying height, he flew up desperately.

　　 caused a lot of interruption in the middle perception.

　　 At this time, he seems to have two map fragments, and he wants to put them together, but he doesn't know how much space is between them.

　　 Fortunately, shortly after it got dark, he saw the traces of planting crops.

　　 then followed these traces and found a path that should lead to the village.

　　 As expected, after walking for a while, Lingqing couldn't help speeding up while looking at the village not far away.

　　 However, as he got closer and closer, he found something was wrong.

　　 Although it is now in the late autumn season, birds and beasts are converging, and insects are rustling, but the surroundings are too quiet.

　　 At the same time, the village was silent, like a beast lurking in the night.

　　 is also like a deserted village.

　　 Lingqing tightened the long staff in his hand, a little spell book on his waist, and let it float around his left hand for easy triggering at any time.

　　 walked cautiously towards the village.

　　 It's not that he knows that there are tigers in the mountains, and he tends to go to Hushan. Although the village is quiet and abnormal, there is nothing abnormal in his perception or the ghost pills on his body.

　　 That's why he dared to come over, otherwise he would rather sleep in the wilderness than take risks.

　　 At the entrance of the village, under a big tree crowned like a canopy, he saw a little dilapidated temple standing there quietly.

　　 He stopped and looked at the waist-high small temple, which is exactly the clay statue inside.

　　 This is a classic earth temple. Look carefully, there is a pair of couplets on the left and right.

　　"Soil can produce everything

　　The land can be a thousand fortunes"

　　 In his perception, this ordinary small temple exudes an aura that he is very familiar with, and the idol is the source of this aura.

　　 That is the breath of the earth.

　　 Along the way, Lingqing also saw a lot of earth temples, but the temples are mostly connected to the village and surrounding farmland.

　　 Although the temple in front of him said the same thing, he felt that in this land, something like a source of origin gathered on this clay statue.

　　 If the ordinary earth temple is connected with the surrounding villages and land, this connection also restricts the land **** from leaving the current land.

　　 The feeling that the earth temple in front of him gave him was that when all this kind of origin was condensed.

　　 This earth temple seems to be able to leave the temple at any time without restriction.

　　 Just as Lingqing was thinking, a wave of energy flashed across the statue in the temple in front of him.

　　 Then an old man with white beard and hair with a cane stick in his hand appeared in front of him.

　　 Lingqing stepped back abruptly when he saw this, and at the same time he blocked the wooden staff in front of him, and at the same time slammed the spell book in his hand.

　　 "Students don't panic, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is the land of this locust tree village, and I only show up because of the extraordinary temperament of the scholars."

　　 The land **** saw Lingqing, stroked his snow-white beard, and said with a smile.

　　 "I don't know what the gods do to see the niche?"

　　 Perceiving that the Lord Die in front of him is indeed not malicious, Ling Qing couldn't help but relieved a little, and asked with his hand.

　　 "Hehe, you shouldn't be called the scholar god, the old man is no more than a piece of land in the village, and the scholar called the land father."

　　 The landlord smiled, swept his sleeves to sweep away the floating ashes on the two stone piers under the tree, stretched out his hand and said, "Student and sit down."

　　 "Father-in-law, please sit down." Ling Qing also raised his hand, and the two took their seats.

　　 then listened to Di Gong said: "When he was young, he worked as a long-time worker in Changyang Town, and he admired scholars very much.

　　 This Huaishu Village is remote, near Miaoshan and not beside the road, so few outsiders come here, let alone a scholar of scholars who has studied sages and sages.

　　 I can't help but harass me when I saw the scholar today, don't blame the scholar. "

　　 "Where, I heard from my father-in-law that it is near Miaoshan?"

　　 Lingqing subconsciously humbled, and then asked: "But the temple mountain that is causing trouble?"

　　I would rather spend more than ten days on a long detour, just to avoid these tigers.

　　 Didn’t expect that after flying for a while, he would send it to the door by himself?

　　 "It turns out that the scholar has also heard about it. Recently, the tiger demon in the depths of the temple mountain led a group of evil tigers down the mountain to eat people.

　　 There are already many villages in the vicinity. The Zaohua Village next door was also in trouble the day before. It seems that it will be here soon. "

　　 After hearing this, he sighed and said.

　　 Then he stood up and bowed in a salute, "Actually, the old man stopped the scholar tonight and asked for something."