At the same time, when the pulse is changed, the pulse rule is restrained to condense the pulse stalk of Qingyun Mountain.
As Lingqing constantly falls on the turbid evil spirit Yuan Jing, chanting incantations and pinching the tactic, Yuan Jing constantly turns around and condenses according to the battle formation.
"Boom boom ~"
For a moment, Qingyun Mountain and four hills kept shaking as if earthworm were turning over.
However, after the Qingyun Mountain, the vibration was sharply reduced, and there was a slight earthquake left in Lingqing Old House.
The mountain feel that vibration of the earth’s pulse coming from Qingyun mountain.
The original is leisurely sitting in the courtyard rocking chair basking in the sun, and grandpa is also straight at this time.
Looking at Qingyun mountain direction murmured
"Daqing has really become a fairy!"
"Yes!"
Keeps aside the spirit loyalty also some trance.
When I was a child, I grew up together. My brother didn’t see such a great change for only a few years.
In the future, people will be immortals.
I don’t know if I can have that fate.
A little brainwave has never experienced an earthquake, and I feel a slight vibration of my feet at this time.
Whole body was limp and numb, feeling very comfortable, and I was surprised and cried.
"What fun! How fun! "
It’s also that the vibration around is not big. If you see collapsed tables and chairs around you, it is estimated that he will think of learning shock absorption knowledge at school.
A brainwave is nicknamed clever, little clever.
Ling Zhonger is also a great-grandfather and great-grandson.
When spiritual loyalty is being swayed by considerations of gain and loss, I suddenly see excitement shouting at the side, but I feel a little longing in my heart.
Be smart when you are young.
Even if you don’t succeed, if your own son can follow Daqing to learn immortality, won’t you be a fairy father in the future?
"Little clever, do you want to learn to cultivate immortality with your uncle Daqing?"
A brainwave looked up at his crooked little and asked
"Can you fly in the sky with your sword like you see inside?"
"This …"
Ling Zhong was speechless for a moment, and he had never seen Ling Qingfei.
But after thinking about it, I said, "I should be able to."
"think! Whoops ~ ~ fly ~ ~ "
A brainwave shouted, picked up one side of the branch and couldn’t stop running in circles, but also fluctuated from time to time
"Then how close are you to your uncle Daqing so that he can teach you?"
Lingzhong pulled him up with a smile and asked
"Ok, I’ll find Uncle Daqing!"
When a brainwave’s eyes lit up, he was about to run and was held by Lingzhong.
"When you come back, uncle Daqing is busy, and you can ask when he comes to our house for dinner."
Grandpa took a look at Lingzhong and didn’t say anything. He looked at the little brainwave with a loving face.
A brainwave is his great-grandson, four generations under one roof. He seems to like it better than Lingzhong, the grandson.
On the other side, Taoist gathering pace in Lingqing’s home is also looking at the trembling Qingyun Mountain in the courtyard.