Chapter 77

Just after doing such a vote, although there was a buffer period of four or five months, Liu Xiaolou still didn't intend to return to Wulong Mountain immediately. He decided to stay outside for a few more days to see the wind.

Not returning to Wulong Mountain, but not daring to continue staying in Yueyang, after thinking about it, he returned to the abandoned house by Yang Liu Bay, which he was more familiar with, southeast of the Tianmen Mountain Market.

With four and a half spirit stones left in his hand, Liu Xiaolou decided to absorb them all in one breath, striving to attack the Laogong acupoint in two months and break through this large acupoint.

The Laogong acupoint is not only a large acupoint of the Hand Jueyin Meridian, but also ranks among the top of the 409 acupoints in the whole body. The more true qi he spends on this acupoint, the more true qi will naturally be stored in the acupoint pool, and he will naturally occupy the "first-hand opportunity" when fighting.

Recovering the Lin Yuan Xuan Shi Array and obtaining the Ground-Dispersing Yuan Rope, Liu Xiaolou was in a very comfortable mood. Since his mood was good, it affected his cultivation in turn. When he practiced, he felt much smoother. When he converted true qi to attack the acupoint barrier, the momentum was continuous and endless, and he gradually had a state of indulgence.

"Indulgence" is not a bad thing, but a state of deep cultivation. The spiritual sense is immersed in it, almost "unable to extricate itself." The benefits of practicing in this state are self-evident. Of course, there is also the possibility of falling into the precursor of going crazy. This possibility is very small, one in a hundred, but it cannot be ignored. Whether it is good or bad is hard to say.

For three consecutive days, Liu Xiaolou was immersed in it, until the spirit stone that had been absorbed for the most part was absorbed, and he seemed to hear the "clatter, clatter" sound of the spirit stone breaking in his perception, and he suddenly woke up from the indulgence.

Not eating or drinking for three consecutive days, he was truly hungry. He ate and drank wildly, which made him feel comfortable patting his stomach. But immediately after, he recalled the "clatter, clatter" sound that had just reflected in his perception.

And the picture that appeared with the sound: the jade hairpin that was trampled to pieces by Zuo Gaofeng and thrown into the river.

Shaking his head, driving this picture away, he circled twice in the abandoned house, smelling the desolate taste of the autumn wind, letting the yellow leaves spin and fall on his shoulders. Liu Xiaolou suddenly remembered that it should be the time to harvest spirit rice on Eyang Mountain. The harvest period was very short. Even if he rushed over, he could probably only catch the tail, which made him feel a little regretful.

Returning to the room, closing the door, taking out a spirit stone to continue practicing, and so on for two months.

One night, Liu Xiaolou retreated from his practice, slowly closed his work, and the Laogong acupoint in his palm was boiling, like iron beads rolling on the acupoint.

He finally cleared the Laogong acupoint. At this point, only the last acupoint, Zhongchong, remained in the Hand Jueyin Meridian.

Before and after, five spirit stones were consumed, and the converted true qi was stored in the Laogong acupoint pool. The feeling was indeed different from the past. At this moment, he actually felt a little itchy in his hands, full of desire to fight with others.

Looking at the closed door, he condensed his true qi for a while, and hit the door with his palm. A gust of wind struck out. The door, which was seven feet away from him, was hit by this gust of wind, slammed open, shook back and forth, and scraped in a gust of cold wind and scattered snowflakes.

He looked at his palms with satisfaction. Once the Laogong acupoint was cleared, his palm power was more than doubled compared to before!

Stepping out of the door, it was snowing heavily, and the courtyard was already covered in silver. Looking at the snow for a long time, the picture of the jade hairpin being trampled to pieces appeared in his mind again, and with it, the "clatter, clatter" sound in his ears.

In the two months, this scene appeared from time to time. Every time the spirit stone was extracted and turned into fragments, the "clatter, clatter" sound would ring, and the picture of the jade hairpin being trampled to pieces would float up, dragging him out of the brave progress of "indulgence," which was truly puzzling.

Before, he was busy practicing, but now the Laogong acupoint was broken and the spirit stones were exhausted, so he had more time to look back and ponder. He remembered the magical spells of the Qingyu Sect and secretly pondered, could it be that the jade hairpin also hid some kind of divine soul technique? If so, would it leak the matter of besieging and killing Hou Sheng that day?

But the jade hairpin was broken and thrown into the river. Even if there were thousands of spells, it would be difficult to restore. This possibility was very small.

After thinking about it, he decided to go back to Killing Hukou to take a look.

The process of returning to Killing Hukou was very smooth. Looking at the cave on the water surface, Liu Xiaolou was even more relieved. Two months later, the river water rose, rising by several feet, and the cave was submerged in the river water, like a pond. Any traces were wiped out.

He jumped into the river bottom again, searched carefully for a day, but did not find any remaining objects from that time. It should have been washed away by the river water...

That was clearly an ordinary jade hairpin. The four of them had checked it repeatedly and found no tricks. Why did he always think of this scene?

The snowy days in the south were always difficult to maintain. The snow covering the trees, grass, and mud melted quickly. Liu Xiaolou left Killing Hukou with a foot of snowy mud, absent-minded all the way, until he saw a carriage passing by his side and splashing mud all over him, which temporarily pressed down his meditation, and he habitually guarded his own duties.

The duty of a rogue cultivator of Wulong Mountain.

Encountering a rich family, as long as there is a legitimate reason, naturally you can't miss it. You can just extort a few taels of silver. It doesn't matter if you extort it wrong. Being scolded, slapped a few times, what's the big deal?

After the angry drink, he suddenly felt vigilant. He had been thinking about the jade hairpin just now and didn't notice that this carriage had no coachman. Just such a horse was pulling the sedan cabin walking alone in the wilderness. This situation usually belongs to the category of "five not to extort"!

The words had already been spoken, but could not be taken back. However, he saw the curtain of the sedan cabin lifted, revealing an old woman. The old woman was dressed in luxury, covered in pearls and jade, and there were no maids serving beside her. She sat in the sedan alone and said apologetically: "Disturbing this little brother, it is the old woman's fault. The old woman apologizes here."

The old woman walking alone in the snow, this is another example of the "five not to extort"!

Although he couldn't feel the cultivation aura of the old woman in the car, if she was really an ordinary person who knew nothing, how could she dare to walk alone in the wilderness? Why would there be no juniors or servants serving beside her? Why would the carriage have no coachman?

Even Liu Xiaolou himself could feel that rather than saying he was driving, it was better to say that this horse pulling the carriage was walking by itself. This was the old woman's means, or was the old horse knowing the way?

If the old woman was a cultivator, what did she mean by letting him send her to Luoshan? Could it be that she was really an ordinary noblewoman, and everything was just his own overthinking?

All kinds of doubts came one after another, making Liu Xiaolou dare not act rashly. This road was flat and open, neither passing through rivers nor cliffs, and he really didn't find an opportunity to "act rashly."

"You young man, how old are you this year?" The old woman asked in the sedan cabin.

"The little one is almost twenty." Liu Xiaolou answered respectfully.