Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2238: Good fortune

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In the small courtyard, Ling Xian smiled faintly, and said: "Does the girl dislike it?"

"I don't like weak scholars." The red-clothed woman spoke lightly, her heroic temperament.

"Very well, since that's the case, please ask the girl to let me go." Ling Xian smiled gently.

"Don't think about it, let you go, there will be a second and a third."

"Rather than let my father continue to arrest people, it is better to keep you and relax his heart."

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The woman in red gave Ling Xian a faint glance, and said: "Tomorrow, we will pay court and get married."

"Girl, getting married is a major event in life, so it's a bit wrong to be so hasty." Ling Xian couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't want to go to church with a stranger in a confused manner.

"Fake marriage."

The woman in red said lightly, "As compensation, I allow you to make a provision."

"Is this a betrothal gift?" Ling Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"You can understand it the same way." The woman in red showed a smile, bright and moving, and could not be anything.

"I want good luck." Ling Xian sighed softly. He understood it. Only force can solve this matter.

Therefore, he wants to practice good fortune that refers directly to the broken void.

"Another poor man who has listened to the rumors and is irrelevant." The woman in red glanced at Ling Xian and said: "Rather than wasting her years on illusory rumors, it is better to be down-to-earth."

"I want to try." Ling Xian smiled faintly, and even Luo Xinjie said that good fortune directly refers to the broken void. It can be seen that this is not a rumor.

However, it's hard to practice. Even if he is, he may not be able to cultivate to the highest level.

"Do whatever you want, come and get good luck."

The woman in red spoke lightly, and a girl dressed as a maid responded and turned and left.

After a while, she walked into the courtyard and handed a yellowed book to Ling Xian.

"Thank you." Ling Xian took over the good fortune, and a glimmer of expectation flashed in his star eyes.

"You live in the west wing, remember, don't be distracted, otherwise, I will kill you." The red-clothed woman spoke lightly, and then walked into the east wing, leaving only one sentence echoing slowly.

"My name is Lin Yingmei."

"Miss Lin, don't worry, I won't be distracted."

Ling Xian smiled faintly, not to mention that he is not that kind of person, even if he is, he must have that ability.

Lin Yingmei may not be called a master, but he definitely has the skill to do it. For the current Lingxian, it is an invincible existence.

At the moment, Ling Xian limped into the West Wing, and then took out good luck.

There was no text on it, only nine strange patterns, all of which were the strange poses of the villain, which made him totally incomprehensible.

"It seems that even getting started is difficult." Ling Xian muttered to himself, not knowing how to practice, so he could only pose according to the first pattern.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his Baihui acupoint, making him top-heavy and almost unconscious.

At the moment, Ling Xian returned to the original state, and his dizziness faded.

"Death..."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and he knew that the other eight patterns also corresponded to the dead spots of the human body. In other words, good luck is the dead spots of cultivation.

If it can be achieved, it will naturally break the limit of the human body, but this is almost impossible.

Don't say that Ling Xian is just a mortal at the moment, even if he is a master of martial arts, he will definitely die.

"No wonder no one can practice good fortune to the highest level." Ling Xian sighed lightly, planning to change to another technique.

He came here to break through to the Ninth Realm, not to create a legend, naturally his life is the most important thing.

But at this moment, an incredible scene happened.

Ling Xian's left wrist lights up, and the mysterious symbols are revealed, blending into the first four patterns.

Suddenly, these four patterns are a little more mysterious and mysterious, even if they are not inferior to the three patterns that Ling Xian encountered in Monster Star.

"Could it be that good fortune is the kind of supreme heavenly skill?" Ling Xian's eyes were faintly bright, and the mysterious symbol had shown amazing defensive power, and he had also expelled Mei Yanrou's body's foreign powers.

You must know that the supernatural power in Mei Yanrou's body comes from Heavenly Power, but even the Primordial Heavenly Power and Great Brightness cannot get rid of it.

But the mysterious symbol can do it, which is enough to prove that it originated from a supreme heavenly power!

At this moment, the mysterious symbol and the pattern of good fortune are blended, which naturally makes Ling Xian start the association.

At the moment, he calmly took the pose shown in the first picture again.

Suddenly, Baihui point lights up, making him top-heavy and dizzy.

However, it can be tolerated.

"My guess is indeed correct." Ling Xian smiled and was overjoyed.

First, I finally figured out the origins of the mysterious symbols, and second, I can practice martial arts, at least, I can practice the first four patterns.

"According to this world, nine patterns must be repaired to break the void."

"But that refers to the incomplete good fortune art. After incorporating the mysterious symbols, this method is a world-famous art. Maybe I can make a piece of it and I will be able to break the void."

Ling Xian smiled at the corner of his mouth, thanking him for being in this world, otherwise, how can he solve his doubts, how can he get a piece of supreme heavenly power?

At the moment, he held his breath and practiced quietly.

Although you can endure the pain, it is not easy to cultivate. Even with Lingxian's understanding, it takes a lot of time.

Ling Xian is not in a hurry, no matter how long he stays in this world, the outside world is just a moment in the past.

Three days later, black qi gushed from his body and dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

This is to cleanse the scriptures and cut down the marrow, but also to lay a solid foundation.

If the former Lingxian was a mortal, then at this moment, he has opened the door of martial arts. Although he has not cultivated his internal strength, his future is limitless.

"The road ahead is clear." Ling Xian smiled faintly, and his good fortune pointed at the broken void. As long as he practiced step by step, he would become the ninth realm strong just around the corner!

At this moment, a crisp voice came from outside.

"My son, miss, please come over."

Hearing this, Ling Xian sighed lightly, knowing that it was mostly discussing marriage matters.

Lin Yingmei once said that he would get married the next day. Now that three days have passed, it is time to put it on the agenda.

"I hope, I can persuade her to dispel this idea." Ling Xian rubbed his temples, and followed the maid~IndoMTL.com~ into the east wing.

"You seem to be different from before."

Lin Ying's eyebrows are deep, and she feels Ling Xian has an inexplicable charm.

"Farewell to the scholar for three days, please look with admiration." Ling Xian smiled faintly. Although he hasn't cultivated his internal strength yet, as long as he cultivates the first pattern, he will at least become a first-class master!

At that time, he will be able to suppress Lin Yingmei by flipping his hands.

"You haven't reached the point where I am impressed." Lin Yingmei glanced at Ling Xian lightly, not believing that he would become a martial arts master.

Compared to those who practiced martial arts at a few years old, Ling Xian started too late to achieve something.

"Let's wait and see." Ling Xian smiled faintly and said: "Miss Lin asked me to come, but discuss marriage?"

"Two days ago, I was busy dealing with the king, but I was free today."

"I just got married today, and my father had a wish." Lin Ying's eyebrows were dim, and she looked a little tired. (To be continued.)