Chapter 48 Hands and feet
First change and then change, the second change is around eleven o'clock
"Chen Shen, a scholar of the Cang Kingdom, joined the Cangwu Immortal Sect at the age of seventeen, and it has been more than five years since then."
"I looked through the list of corpse collectors in the past ten years. Most of them were punished by disciples. There are no mortals, but they can't live for more than two years."
"As for you, you haven't suffered any damage in the five years in Tianzhu Mountain, and your complexion is extremely delicate. It doesn't look like a mortal who collects corpses all year round."
After the words fell, Chen Shen was full of doubts, as if he couldn't understand the other party's words.
But his heart was beating like a drum, and his heart was beating non-stop.
"A mortal who has been doing rough work, his hands are not like this."
The nun grabbed Chen Shen's hand, lifted it up to look at it, and smiled.
"The younger brother is not doing farm work, he needs to be exposed to the sun and rain."
Chen Shen didn't dodge this time, he felt the warmth and softness from the other party's slender fingers, and explained.
"The hand that holds the shovel every day, can't be so flawless."
The nun touched each other's fingers and said seriously.
"Senior sister, please respect yourself! I think you are taking advantage of me!"
Chen Shen quickly drew out his little hand and said solemnly.
The small face of the female cultivator flushed slightly, she didn't know whether it was embarrassment or something, she snorted and said: "Your senior sister and I are so beautiful, how could I fall in love with you?"
"Then please don't touch me, senior sister!" Chen Shen looked at the other party's slightly better-looking face, and did not refute.
"Senior sister, I am not such a person, I just have doubts about you!"
The female nun speaks more straightforwardly, without beating around the bush.
"I have a magical spell that can cover up my cultivation. Even Yuanying Daxiu can't see through your senior sister and my realm."
As she spoke, she looked at Chen Shen, and the meaning was obvious.
"So the senior sister suspects that I also have a similar spell, hiding my cultivation!"
"Children can be taught." The nun nodded slightly and smiled.
As she spoke, she stretched out her claws to Chen Shen again.
"Sister, what are you doing?" Chen Shen embraced himself with a vigilant expression.
"I suspect that you are extraordinary, you need to test it."
As she spoke, the female cultivator stretched out a finger and tapped it between Chen Shen's eyebrows.
The latter immediately felt a spiritual power wandering in his body.
After a while, the nun let out a surprise:
"No reason, did I really misunderstand?"
She saw that Chen Shen's dantian was chaotic, hazy, and unopened.
It should be noted that no matter how a monk conceals his cultivation, he must be able to see the dantian when his spiritual consciousness penetrates into the body, but she did not find a trace of the opening of the dantian in Chen Shen's body.
The Great Dao Breath Containment Technique is so terrifying!
"Let's talk about it, senior sister, you misunderstood me, junior brother is not a fairy who flies into the sky and escapes from the earth." Chen Shen said helplessly.
"If you don't believe me, check again!" The nun seems to be very confident in her intuition, and has never made a mistake.
Unfortunately, this time, she really made a mistake. After several inspections, nothing was found to be abnormal. In the end, she could only retract her finger in disappointment.
"Tsk tsk, the skin is so good, who would have thought it was a mortal."
The nun's doubts about Chen Shen dissipated, and she said in amazement.
"No, the young master is a monk!"
Chen Shen did not dare to say this.
"In that case...sorry, see you later!" The nun left in a hurry.
It seems that this mistake made her very embarrassed.
"This woman has something, she should be more cautious in the future."
Chen Shen looked at the back of the other party leaving over the wall, and murmured.
"Forgot to say!"
Suddenly, a small head poked out from the flower wall opposite, it was a nun who had just left.
"Okay, Lin Shujin."
Chen Shen nodded, of course he replied in his heart.
He is not a fool. When the other party checked him just now, Chen Shen's spiritual consciousness sneaked into Mu Xiaojin's body.
There is no one else who became Jindan Zhenjun at a young age, except for the senior sister Cangwu and the goddess Lin Shujin.
Since the other party likes to play games in life, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, then he will accompany the other party in acting.
The only doubt is that the other party's good senior sister, the wife of the head teacher will not do it in the future, what is she doing in the burial mountain, and she seems to want to settle here.
"That's it, see you later!" Mu Xiaojin said.
"Goodbye, Senior Sister Mu." Chen Shen bowed.
More than ten days passed in a row.
Sky Burial Mountain has returned to calm, and Chen Shen has not received any news that a new body collector is coming.
Mu Xiaojin still leaves early and returns late, sometimes even not returning for a few days.
Coming back is to spend a day getting some flowers and plants or playing the piano, and then go out early and return late again.
Chen Shen didn't know what the other party was up to, so he didn't dare to ask.
The key is not familiar.
On this day, a small head popped up from the flower wall next door and asked:
"What does Junior Brother Chen think the practice is for?"
"Of course it's for the 30 million beauties in the harem, my role model is the Emperor of Hundred Tribulations!"
Chen Shen bowed lightly, and said earnestly: "In order to become an immortal and live forever, if the younger brother does not have spiritual roots, otherwise he will plunge into the world of immortals and enjoy a sense of freedom."
"Longevity? Freedom? It's all about fishing for moons in the water." Mu Xiaojin went back to the room feeling melancholy.
Chen Shen was puzzled.
...
Time passed quickly again.
Another year has passed in the blink of an eye.
In this year, Chen Shen polished his realm to the late stage of the first level of Jindan.
The speed is much slower, but it can also be tolerated.
It is a pity that the spiritual root has been at the middle level of perfection, and there has been no breakthrough for a long time.
Three of his four seasons sword techniques are complete, only one short of being able to merge.
This is also attributed to the Qingdi Longevity Jue. With the three practitioners, his comprehension and other aspects have improved.
Except that the spiritual root is not as good as Mu Xiaojin, other aspects are not bad at all.
Speaking of neighbors, the two chatted a few times, and each time Mu Xiaojin poked her head out of her flower wall to talk to Chen Shen.
are topics that he can't understand.
Another time, Mu Xiaojin actually asked him to drink.
"Senior sister is lonely and has no friends. I think the younger brother hits it off quite well. How about a few drinks?"
Mu Xiaojin said while holding several bottles of aged flower wine.
Hearing this, Chen Shen stepped back again and again, covering his body with his hands, with a vigilant expression on his face: "Could it be that Senior Sister wants to get me drunk so that she can take advantage of me?"
"╮(╯_╰)╭" Mu Xiaojin.
"A mere mortal, why are you so narcissistic, Senior Sister, I have a lot of people chasing me, I really despise you!" Mu Xiaojin sneered.
She really just wanted to find someone to drink, and they talked about life topics, mainly depression.
After a few drinks, the neighbor was actually drunk and fell asleep on the table.
Chen Shen looked at this neighbor with a very good figure and good bumps, and silently recited the mantra of clearing his heart: "We are self-reliant and self-reliant, and a beautiful face will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword."
About the story that the goddess was drunk at my house that year, and I sent her home.
Time is long, let's go for another year.
Chen Shen secretly raised his cultivation to the second level of Jindan.
At the same time, this year, the peaceful Cangwu boiled again, because this year the sect accepted a female disciple with a beautiful face, and formed a Taoist companion with Zhu Ming, who had been in the sect for three years.
Many people secretly thought it was a pity that the little junior sister who had just arrived was taken away like this.
This incident is not too much of a sensation. The most important thing is that Zhu Ming has built the sixth floor, and his cultivation speed is frighteningly fast.
(end of this chapter)