Su Yiwen Lingzhao

    After tea time.

    Clang!

    Su Yi's erratic figure paused, standing in the middle of the courtyard, and sheathed his sword.

    As the sword chanted, the rippling night and moonlight became calm.

    "Have fun!"

    Su Yi's eyes lit up, and his body and mind were full.

    What is the Sword of Joy?

    And this is one of the reasons why Su Yi is obsessed with kendo.

    After washing, Su Yi folded back to the room, took the ginseng tea he had brewed before and drank it.

    The exhaustion all over was swept away.

    "The progress of the refining of tendons is obviously slower than that of the refining of meat."

    Su Yi quietly felt the subtle changes in his body.

     "However, now I live in the Xinghuang Medical Center, and there is no shortage of herbs. As long as this progress is maintained, it will take less than a month to cultivate the tendons to a complete stage..."

    "In any case, before the bones are refined, some 'elixir' must be collected, otherwise, ordinary herbs can't temper a skeleton to the point of 'bone marrow like frost'."

    Su Yi thought of this and sighed.

    Originally, he planned to go to Yuncang Mountain.

    This mountain stretches for hundreds of miles and is vast and majestic. There must be a place where spiritual energy gathers.

    And the genus of elixir is often born in such places!

    But recently, he was busy with cultivation, and a lot of things happened, so that he delayed the plan to go to Yuncang Mountain to search for elixir.

    "Xianshi, Wan'er has figured it out."

    Suddenly, Qingwan's timid soft voice came from the soul raising gourd.

    Su Yi was stunned and said, "No one is there at night, you can walk as you please, you don't have to stay in the gourd all the time."

    "Uh... oh!"

      left without permission."

     "Okay, don't be so cautious, I'm not a bad person, why be so upset?"

    Su Yi shook his head.

    He could see that when Qingwan faced himself, he was like a frightened rabbit, afraid to speak out and timid.

    When the eyes occasionally face themselves, they are filled with awe and fear.

    I make it seem like I always bully her...

    Having said that, Qingwan still looked cautious.

    Su Yi didn't bother to care about these, and said, "What do you want to understand?"

      Willing to be saved before I can get my memory back, so... so..."

    Su Yi said directly: "So you choose to cultivate, if you want to try it, can you retrieve your memory?"

    Qing Wan nodded quickly: "Yeah!"

     "Don't worry, I'll help you even if you can't find it yourself."

    Su Yi pondered.

    From the first time he saw Qingwan, he realized that although the other party was only the lowest-level ghost, the soul body was rare and extremely pure.

    "Thank you, Immortal Master."

    Qingwan's big eyes were filled with gratitude.

    Her eyes are really beautiful, big and deep, with slightly slanted corners, they are water-like phoenix eyes.

    When such eyes smile, they will exude an amazing charm, charming and natural.

    But unfortunately, she only looks like a teenage girl now, she is more than beautiful, but not charming enough.

    But it can't be denied that this is a beautiful embryo of a monster and a disaster, and there is still a lot of room for growth.

    "I will first teach you the introductory training formulas of the 'Ten Fang Shura Sutra', which should be enough to temper your soul body and transform from a ghost into a 'ghost spirit' layer by layer."

    Su Yi said, sitting in front of the desk, took out the pen and paper, and splashed ink on the paper.

    When you become a ghost, your soul body can be solidified to the point where you are not afraid of the sun, and you can walk in the world, and there is not much difference between you and a normal person.

    Only in this way can we truly embark on the path of ghost cultivation.

    In addition, ghost cultivators are different from ordinary cultivators. The origin of their body is soul power, and they do not need to temper their qi and blood like a warrior.

    Therefore, when you become a ghost, you can directly step into the path of Yuandao.

    However, it is not easy to change from a ghost to a ghost. You need to become a ghost, then a ghost, and finally become a ghost.

    Soon, Su Yi put down the brush in his hand, pointed to the written cultivation method, and said, "You look at it first."

    Qing Wan carefully floated over, not daring to get too close to Su Yi, lowered her head and stared carefully.

    After a while, she let out a long sigh and said, "Xianshi, Wan'er has written it down."

    "So soon?"

    Su Yi was surprised.

    Qingwan's eyes were clear and innocent, and he said in a daze: "Wan'er doesn't know why, when I read these handwritings, I can't forget them, and I remember them exactly once."

    Su Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, "I didn't think about it, you are quite intelligent, in that case, I will explain the mystery for you, according to your memory, if you want to remember all, you should Not difficult."

    Speaking, then explain from the first sentence.

    "Ten Fang Shura Sutra" is a supreme Taoist scripture created by the "Ximing Ghost Emperor" in the Great Wilderness.

    After getting this scripture in a previous life, Su Yi also studied it and finally came to a conclusion—

    The road of ghost cultivation is completely different from the soul cultivation in the general sense.

    No matter how bad the soul cultivation body is, it is still a living person after all. It nourishes and tempers the soul with blood and cultivation.

    Ghost Cultivation is a pure "Road of the Undead", and the path of transformation and improvement will eventually lead to the Nether!

    For example, the ghost emperor of Ximing at that time often used to call himself a "ghost extradition envoy".

    Su Yi is no stranger to the way of the underworld, and his ability to reincarnate and rebuild is related to the profound meanings of "rebirth" and "reincarnation" in the way of the underworld.

    It is no exaggeration to say that if Qingwan has been practicing by his side, no matter how bad his future achievements are, he will be comparable to the Ghost Emperor of Ximing...

    Soon, Su Yi explained the cultivation method and asked, "Are there any other doubts?"

    Qingwan closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then shook her head lightly, "Reporting to Immortal Master, this cultivation method seems to be...not difficult to understand..."

    Su Yi took a deep look at Qingwan and said, "From now on, you will cultivate here, stay in the soul-raising gourd during the day, and walk freely at night, without my order, you must not step out Half a step to the courtyard."

    "Yes."

    Qing Wan led the way.

    In front of Su Yi, she doesn't seem to know what rejection and resistance are...

    Su Yi ignored her, turned to lie on the bed, and fell asleep soundly after a while.

    In the middle of the night, everything is quiet.

    Qing Wan waited for a long time, and finally seemed to gather up her courage, carried her skirt, carefully floated out of the room, and quickly sat on the old locust tree.

     Relax completely.

    He looked up and looked at the stars and moon in the night sky through the branches, his big eyes shining with joy.

    Her pink lips parted lightly, humming a song, melodious and ethereal.

                                            Mourning Country House…”

    Hum at the end, she was suddenly stunned, and she felt an indescribable sadness and sadness in her heart.

    "I...I never remember this song...but why I can sing it again, is it related to my memory before I was alive..."

    In front of the room window.

    Su Yi put his hands behind his back, quietly looking at a red shadow on the locust tree in the distance, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

    "Xihai, Longwei Zhangren, Lingxu, Dongting Stealing the Book of Yu... This song is interesting."

    …

    PS: The song hummed by Miss Qingwan is a "West Sea Nursery Rhyme" that was adapted from ancient China by Goldfish. Every sentence is a myth.

    Brothers and sisters, ask for a monthly pass~ It’s about to explode on Mars~~