MTL - Eternal Life Begins with Bug-Refining

  Chapter 10 The Scholar and the Banshee

  While thinking, a young man rushed in from outside, "Mr. Murong, the Baili family's baby is about to be born, and the elder told you to hurry over and prepare for the delivery."

  Hearing this, Murong Lang quickly stuffed the metal book in his hand into the bookshelf, "Let's go, we'll go there now."

  Murong Lang spread out his hands, and a cyan wind spirit butterfly spread its wings, and a gust of wind blew in, making his steps as fast as riding the wind, one step at ten feet.

   After a few crossings, he ran across the ridge covered with black glaze, and rushed towards the village below the mountain.

  Among the villages full of black glazed caves, there was a wooden house. When Murong Lang arrived, the villagers who were waiting anxiously outside finally got their savior.

   "Mr. Murong is here!"

   "Mr. came too timely."

  Murong Lang approached the cabin, "Has it started yet?"

  An old woman said: "It will start immediately."

  Following the old woman who delivered the baby walked into the wooden house, Murong Lang flew to the roof of the wooden house, concentrated on waiting for the thunderbolts to land, and led them to other places.

   After half an hour, he finally heard a baby crying from inside the cabin.

   Murong Lang raised his hand and threw a Thunder Gu into the child's father's hand, "Quickly let the child contract Thunder Gu!"

  The child's father responded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll go right away."

  The black clouds in the sky changed for a while, and a thunderbolt as thick as a child's arm crashed towards the wooden house!

  The thunder butterfly on Murong Lang's chest fluttered its wings, catching that bolt of thunder, and then leading it to the black glazed surface in the distance.

  After more than ten breaths, another thunderbolt fell from the sky, attracted by the thunder butterfly again, and directed elsewhere.

  As thunderbolts fell, the babies in the wooden house cried louder, like ghosts.

   A total of more than a dozen thunderbolts were attracted, and the sound of the baby's crying changed from violent to weak, and Murong Lang also had a bad guess in his heart.

   Another three thunderbolts were attracted, and no more thunderbolts fell.

  Murong Lang could no longer hear the sound of the baby crying, he looked at the father of the child who was slowly walking out of the wooden house, holding a ball of black charcoal curled up in his hand.

   Murong Lang didn't have too many fluctuations in his heart, but there was a trace of helplessness.

   He has seen too many things like this.

  Murong Lang said softly, "I'm sorry."

  The father of the child seems to have gotten used to all this, "Mr. Murong, you don't need to be sorry."

   "It's because this child's fate is so poor that he can't afford the gift of the Nine Tribulations True Monarch."

   Murong Lang sighed, "It's time to go back and apply for Shui Lingjing."

  Early in the morning, Chen Qing steamed two steamed buns, ate them with pickles, and prepared to go to Elder Lingzhi to get work.

  There are many people there, you can find out some news.

   Sure enough, when he came to the gate of Lingzhi Garden, several senior brothers and sisters were talking about what happened last night.

  The three Wuyoushan senior brothers were blatantly chasing and killing the evil cultivators in the square city, and they couldn't hide it.

   "Have you heard? An evil cultivator came to Shanxiafang City yesterday!"

   "Is there another evil cultivator here? There is only one, and I am really not afraid of death."

   "What do you know, this evil cultivator is the evil cultivator of the Aurora Sect!"

   "Ah, Aurora Sect, did they catch it?"

   "I heard he ran away."

   "Then what kind of cultivation is the evil cultivator, and he can run away?"

   "Run away under the siege of three Qi-refining seventh-floor brothers, what cultivation level are you talking about?"

  Chen Qing thought to himself, so he can't refine Qi to the ninth level?

  Foundation establishment should be impossible. If it were, it would be that evil cultivator chasing the three Wuyoushan disciples.

   It doesn’t matter if he ran away, but that evil cultivator would not dare to go to Wuyou Mountain in a short time.

  As for him coming again, he usually doesn’t come to the foot of the mountain. The brothers and sisters living outside who specialize in martial arts are enough for him to drink a pot.

  Even if that evil cultivator is caught alive again, Chen Qing doesn't care.

  Can you believe the words of evil cultivators?

  Besides, there were so many Wuyoushan disciples in Fangshi last night, how can you be sure it is him?

  They don't know that Xiexiu gave himself the bronze ghost mask.

   Feeling that there should be no problem, Chen Qing went to work after receiving the job.

   I don’t know if Honglian and the scholar have tried what they said.

   There is no rush, we will find out in half a month.

  In order to ensure safety, Chen Qing didn't take over the work at the foot of the mountain these days, so he just stayed here in Lingzhi Garden.

  After working for seven days, there was still no news. Chen Qing estimated that the evil cultivator must have gone far, so he started to take over the work around the mountain.

  However, I still didn’t go to a place far away, so I picked up work within ten miles nearby.

   After saving materials for a period of time, the grass treasure will be able to turn into a butterfly. This is also the first time for him to turn a butterfly into a butterfly, and he doesn't know what to pay attention to.

  If something unexpected happens, it will be a big deal.

   Now Caobao is his wealth and life!

  So after the day was over, Chen Qing strolled to the Fang City at the foot of the mountain, planning to buy some books related to Gu insects turning into butterflies.

  The ones on the street stalls are generally unreliable, they are all transcribed.

   Transcribing is error-prone, and sometimes a word difference can make a world of difference.

  He has invested so much for Caobao, so naturally he will not save money at such a critical time.

  So I came to the store specially set up at the foot of the mountain in Wuyou Mountain.

  As soon as he entered the store, a senior sister Wuyoushan called him enthusiastically, "This handsome junior, what do you want?"

  Chen Qing was never afraid of such enthusiastic female monks. After all, the object of their enthusiasm was her own spirit stone, not him.

   "Senior sister, I'm looking for some books related to the cultivation of Gu worms."

  The senior sister asked enthusiastically: "What type?"

  Chen Qing said: "It's related to turning butterflies."

   Speaking of this, the senior sister of Wuyou Mountain looked at him with some surprise, "Is the younger brother preparing for the butterfly transformation of Gu insects at a young age?"

  Chen Qing said: "Just to understand."

  The senior sister didn't ask much, and led him to the book pavilion, "It's all here, junior brother, take your time."

  Chen Qing glanced over:

  "Sword Gu Cultivation Experience"

   "Gu Insects Turning Butterflies into Hundred Solutions"

   "The Essentials of Catching Wild Gu Insects"

   "Butterfly Transformation Special Explanation"

   "The Essentials of Using Sword Gu"

   "The Cultivation and Daily Care of Gu Insects"

   Well, which one is better to buy, "Special Solution to Butterfly Transformation" or "Bundle Solution to Gu Insect Transformation Butterfly"?

   Pick it up and look at the introduction, and the content mentioned above is different.

   Look at the author's name again, it's the same person!

  One piece of knowledge, writing two books and earning two copies of money, right?

  Yu Daoxiong, I remember you!

   Wait a minute, it seems to be Elder Lingzhi's name!

   Unexpectedly!

  Chen Qing secretly scolded Elder Lingzhi for not being a son of man, and paid the bill with two books in pain.

  One book cost ten low-grade spirit stones, and the two books cost him twenty low-grade spirit stones!

   Forget it, for Caobao, this is the money that must be spent.

  Back to his cave, Chen Qing lit the lamp and began to study two books carefully.

   After reading for half an hour, Chen Qing finally got a general idea, "It's not worth the waste, and the writing is quite detailed."

   "In this way, the confidence of the grass treasure turning into a butterfly will be greater."

  (end of this chapter)