The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

My fingers trembled as I touched the last few lines of words, feeling flustered, anxious, and heartbroken...

The person who wrote this letter was in such a hurry at that time that he didn't even want to leave his name for her.

puff……

A mouthful of blood spurted out and splashed on the red plum blossoms.

Daddy...Father, Father...

Linglong, who had never received a single day of fatherly love since childhood, felt so heartbroken at this moment that she couldn't breathe.

There is no indifference or ruthlessness in this letter, but rather full of love and regret for oneself.

Youxue, who was outside the space, felt a pain in her heart.

The snake stood up instantly, Master, something happened.

"Master, Master, are you okay?"

The baby voice coming from her mind brought Linglong back to her senses.

"Nothing." He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.

Linglong looked expressionlessly at the jade seal on the table, which was emitting a faint white light.

At the same time, in a magnificent palace on a high platform on the east side of the sea.

In the center, on a two-meter-high white jade platform, stands a jade sculpture made of white jade.

The jade carving is shaped like a lion, with a two-horned goatee on its head, a pair of translucent wings gathered on both sides, and four hooves half-bent as if running.

At this moment, a crystal emitting red light was floating above the lion's head.

"Master, the national protection crystal stone of the temple statue has lit up."

A childish voice shouted as it ran towards the observatory.

The silver-haired man in a pure white bamboo-embroidered double-breasted robe turned around, looked at the newcomer with his indifferent brown eyes, and said in a distant voice: "Notify the Xuanhuang Palace and Yanfeng Palace to find the young palace master as soon as possible."

"Yes, Chief."

The child responded, clenched his left fist with his thumb facing upward, clasped his left hand with his right hand, and bowed.

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Peach Blossom Village.

Linglong finished looking at the Eighteen Needles and Yunxiao Jue in her hand, packed up her things, and was about to teleport down to temper her body.

"Master, young boy Zi'an is coming to knock on your door."

The voice in her head made Linglong pause, and she moved out of the space with a thought.

At the same time, Zi'an's soft voice sounded outside the door: "Sister Linglong, are you asleep?"

"what's up?"

"Sister Linglong, I cooked some noodles. Eat them first before you go to sleep."

Linglong looked at Youxue who climbed in from the window.

“Where did he get the noodles?”

Youxue raised her snake head and said, "I bought a bowl of flour from a villager not far away for twenty coins."

Linglong remained silent and walked towards the door.

She paid off Lu Shuang's medical fees and only spent twenty cents on the medicine. It seemed that the villagers in this village were indeed unfriendly to the young boy.

After opening the door and looking at the young man with his eyes lowered and the bowl raised, Linglong felt inexplicably annoyed.

She reached out and took the bowl from him, "Go and have a rest, there's nothing to do here."

Zi'an responded, "Yes, Sister Linglong."

After saying this, he raised the oil lamp, turned around and walked towards his room.

Obviously noticing Zi'an's distance, Linglong breathed a sigh of relief but also felt a little uncomfortable.

He sighed, closed the door with the bowl in his hand, and turned to walk towards the table.

The moment Linglong closed the door, Zi'an paused, turned around, and looked at Linglong's house reluctantly.

Linglong, if this is the only way, you won't chase me away.

Then I will keep my status as a slave and hope that you will not drive me away again.

After thinking about it, he looked at the lighted room again, turned and walked towards his room.

"Master, the young boy is gone."

Linglong withdrew her mental strength, looked at the bland noodles on the table, and responded with a “hmm.”

Looking at her master's appearance, Youxue turned around on the table and asked worriedly: "Master, what happened to you just now?"

Linglong raised her hand, and a kind of spiritual energy lingered in her palm.

When Youxue saw the chaotic spiritual energy in Linglong's palm, she was almost frightened to death.

That's not right. "Master, I haven't had time to tell you the cultivation method yet. How did you know it?"

Linglong closed her five fingers, and the gas disappeared. She picked up the chopsticks on the bowl, took out a small plate from the space, and placed it in front of Youxue. She transmitted her consciousness: "The gas has been in my body since the marrow cleansing, and I practiced according to the Lingxiao Jue."

Youxue broke into a voice: "Master, you actually found the Lingxiao Jue."

He picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and put it on the plate: "Huh? You also know Lingxiao Jue?"

"Eat." After the voice transmission, the consciousness continued: "I just entered the space, and I also have the inheritance of the space."

Youxue's body suddenly became stiff. In its inheritance, why would anyone accept this inheritance even if there was no master?

Sensing the little beast's emotional changes, Linglong added: "What I accepted was only the inheritance of the use of space and my own situation, nothing else."

Feeling useful again, Youxue instantly regained her spirits: "So that's how it is! Master, the Lingxiao Jue, the first part is to focus on martial arts and Qi, and the second part is to combine martial arts and Qi with the main practice."

"Yeah, I know, eat yours quickly." Linglong took a bite of noodles and looked at Youxue.

That’s right, the master has already obtained the Lingxiao Jue, and all of this is recorded in it.

After thinking about it, Youxue nodded the snake's head and said, "Thank you, master." A childish voice sounded in Linglong's mind.

"Ah."

No wonder the superpowers are so much purer this time, it turns out they have been upgraded.

Linglong finished the noodles in two or three bites, stood up, picked up the plate in front of Youxue and walked out.

"Youxue, you should go to Zi'an's room to rest and keep an eye on him."

"Okay, master."

Arriving in the kitchen, Linglong washed the dishes and checked the clay pot on the stove.

He closed the kitchen door and went back to the room.

He took out a clock from the space, roughly adjusted the time according to the position of the moon, and then entered the space.

She was afraid that she would forget the time while tempering her body, which would delay her absorbing the essence of the world outside.

The Lingxiao Jue requires nourishment from all spirits and mixing spirits with Qi to achieve the first stage.

Once she achieves this stage, she will be able to use her Qi to move the needle.

In her previous life, she tried to use her supernatural powers to give acupuncture, but either the silver needles didn't work or she couldn't control the power well. Later, she thought that the eighteen needles could only be given by hand, so she gave up using her supernatural powers to give acupuncture.

This time when she saw the lower part of the eighteen needles, she finally found the reason. It turned out that it was not that she could not use her supernatural powers, but that the needles and qi were both designated.

Coming to the lotus pond, Linglong looked at the vermilion blood lotus in the center and untied her belt.

He stepped into the red pool, sat cross-legged, and began to practice the Yunxiao technique to strengthen his body.

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The hour of Hai (03:00).

Ding ding ding...the clock beside the lotus pond rang.

In the pool, Linglong opened her eyes and jumped out of the pool, picked up the clothes on the stone, put them on, turned off the alarm clock, and left the space.

Looking at the still dark sky, Linglong took out a hairband and was about to tie her hair up. When she ran her fingers over her hair, she realized that her hair felt much more shiny and better than before.

"Master, you're out." The soft and tender little voice echoed in my mind.

"Well, was there anything unusual last night?"

Linglong tied her hair, walked out of the room and went to the kitchen.

"Young boy Zi'an started to be in a daze since he sat on the bed last night, and he only fell asleep just now."