Chapter 1752： Farming to earn money to support ancestors! 5

Even the spiritual power that was smashed was temporarily suppressed.

However, this result can be regarded as an indirect achievement of the goal that Heavenly Tribulation wanted to achieve.

Chu Ci, who brought Bai Xingjian back to her cabin, looked at the man lying on her bed, frowning, poking him with the long-mouthed pot she usually watered the ground in her hand.

He was not awake, fell asleep and repaired himself.

Chu Ci had already changed his clothes at the moment, and the light orange clothes had changed the green one, and finally it didn't have to be like the green vegetables were refined.

The surrounding aura fluctuates slightly.

Chu Ci, who didn't poke him for a second, raised her eyes, her hand stopped, and her eyes blinked.

Watching the guy lying on his bed slowly opened his eyes.

The slightly apathetic eyes blinked twice before turning to look at Chu Ci.

He sat up, and there was no change in expression on his face since the first meeting.

He glanced at the long-mouthed pot in Chu Ci's hand.

The voice was flat, but it seemed to be accusing, "You poke me."

"Oh." Chu Ci nodded in response as he did, and continued poking.

He doesn't seem to be very good at communicating with people, or he is used to being in a high position at ordinary times, and he doesn't need to say anything more, naturally everything goes well.

When I met Chu Ci at this moment, his exchange experience seemed quite insufficient.

"This is where?"

This person still asked.

Chu Ci raised his eyes and blinked, "Linggu, my territory."

Bai Xingjian searched for information about this Linggu in his mind, and it seemed to have heard someone mention it once, but because it did not appear often, it was not very familiar.

But it can be considered a place of acquaintance.

Bai Xingjian nodded, and felt the spiritual power in her body again.

When he felt the spiritual power in his body was suppressed, his brow furrowed and he gave a tentative shock. When he realized that he couldn't do it, he gave up the action quite easily and patiently waited for the meridians to adapt to the thunder. the power of.

Although he temporarily suppressed his spiritual power, it will not be long before he can recover.

Moreover, the spiritual power here is quite abundant, and it is more comfortable than the place where he stayed before.

The old ancestor who had always thought of where it was and felt it carefully, and decided to stay here temporarily.

Did not feel that his disappearance would bring much impact to Xianmen.

"then who are you?"

Bai Xingjian did not hesitate, and said, "Bai Xingjian."

Outside, as an ancestor, Bai Xingjian has no idea how many years he has been in cultivation. Few people usually call him by name. Basically, the monks who are still cultivating immortals all want to call him ancestors honestly. So this name is not well known.

So when you mention it this way, you don't have to worry that someone will recognize it.

Seeing that the little girl's expression was not unusual, the ancestor nodded with satisfaction.

She glanced at the purse on the girl's waist.

Embroidered with a word-porcelain.

He looked down for a while, then spoke.

"porcelain?"

His voice is kind of clear and moist, probably not speaking very much, a little dumb, lowly past people's ears, especially nice.

Chu Ci also lowered his head and glanced at the storage bag around his waist.

This is the space storage device left by the original owner's parents.