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Chapter 24 Order to ascend to immortality

The woman in black skirt sprinkled the powder on the wound, but found that blood continued to pour out of the wound.

 She hurriedly covered the wound with both hands in tandem to stop the bleeding, not even bothering to have a big orgasm.

   "What's going on?"

  Although Lin Luochen knew that the wounds caused by the broken blade would be difficult to heal, he did not expect that none of the immortal cultivators' elixirs would work.

   Luo Yaoyao's wound had recovered before, which made him think that this ability was not useful for those who cultivated immortality. It turned out that it also depended on their cultivation level.

 Lin Luochen picked up the broken blade that fell far away and slowly walked towards the woman, frightening her face to pale.

   "You...what do you want to do?"

   "Don't move if you don't want to die!"

Lin Luochen scratched the palm of his hand with the broken blade, then pressed it directly on the wound on her shoulder, muttering something in his mouth.

 But in fact he was thinking that form is emptiness and emptiness is form, purely to confuse Qu Lingyin and the woman in black skirt.

 Although Lin Luochen didn't know why his own blood could eliminate the power of Broken Blade, he knew that he couldn't let outsiders know.

 The woman in the black skirt felt Lin Luochen's hot hands pressing on the wound. She was so painful that she broke into a cold sweat, and she felt regretful in her heart.

 Murong Xiazhu, tell me, why did you provoke this evil star?

 Hurry, now that he has seen and touched her all over, how will she get married in the future?

  She wanted to glare at Lin Luochen, but looking at his handsome face so close, she couldn't help but look away.

Why is this guy so good-looking?

  "You should apply the medicine again, it should be fine!"

  Lin Luochen's words awakened Murong Xiazhu, she applied the medicine again and bandaged it, and this time the wound was indeed healed.

  "Thank you!"

  As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Murong Xiazhu realized something was wrong. Wasn't this the one he injured?

 Damn it, this face is so confusing, it makes me confused!

 Lin Luochen hummed calmly and wrapped a bandage around his hand to avoid being noticed that the wound was almost healed.

   "Tell me, what is the order to ascend to immortality?"

  Murong Xiazhu looked at his cold eyes and felt the pain in the wound again.

Is this guy a man?

  "Every three years, the immortal cultivating sects in Lanzhou will jointly hold an ascension conference to recruit disciples."

 "Those who hold the ascension order will go to participate in the assessment, and those who pass will be selected by each sect and accepted into the sect."

Lin Luochen let out an ooh and said with great interest: "Then how to obtain this ascension order?"
< br/>  Murong Xiazhu explained: "The immortal cultivating families in various places have fixed quotas, and the elders of each sect give them as gifts."

 "This order is valid for a long time and is not tied to an individual. Anyone who holds the order to ascend to immortality can participate in the assessment."

 "I happen to have an order to ascend to immortality in my hand, and I would like to give this order to the young master. I hope you will show your respect!"

Lin Luochen scanned the storage bag, but found no order to ascend to immortality, and looked her up and down again.

  Where can the token be hidden in this woman's whole body?

 Seeing Lin Luochen turning into a crotch-gazing cat, Murong Xiazhu felt offended, ashamed and annoyed.
"Come on."

 Lin Luochen nodded and said, "Okay, I will give you the antidote of course!"

 Murong Xiazhu curled his lips dejectedly and said helplessly: "Okay, let's go back and clean up the battlefield first."

The two of them walked towards the abandoned inn. Neither of them spoke or asked each other's names along the way.

 Because they all know that even if they ask, it will be in vain, and 80% of the answers they get will be a fake name.

 A moment later, Murong Xiazhu asked Lin Luochen for a flame talisman and burned all the corpses near the inn.

 Lin Luochen looked at her skillful movements and couldn't help but sigh that Lanzhou was indeed a land of outstanding people and simple folk customs.

 Murong Xiazhu noticed his look, smiled awkwardly and said, "Actually, I was forced to defend myself."

 "These are all bastards who are motivated by sex, and none of them are good people. They all die without mercy!"

 Lin Luochen hummed indifferently and asked, "You are so cautious. The origin of the man traveling with you is extraordinary?"

Murong Xiazhu nodded and said awkwardly: "He is a child of a noble family, and there is a golden elixir monk in the family."

 "If he hadn't wanted to harvest it from me, I wouldn't have wanted to kill a child of this family and get into trouble."

Qu Lingyin sneered and said, "How dare a golden elixir be called a noble family? How ridiculous!"

Lin Luochen was not as crazy as she was, and made up her mind to handle the belongings of the young master of the noble family with care.

       

  Murong Xiazhu looked at Lin Luochen pitifully and began to act coquettishly.

   "Can you give me back some of the contents of my storage bag? There are my clothes in it."

   "Those are women's clothes, it's useless for you to hold them, and I have to disguise myself when I go into the city!"

Lin Luochen hesitated for a moment, then took out the clothes one by one, inspected them carefully, and then threw them back to her.

 Mu Rong Xiazhu looked at him playing with his semi-transparent bellyband in a strange manner, and was so ashamed that he almost dug a hole in the ground and buried himself.

  "Are you...are you a pervert?!"

  Lin Luochen said with an expressionless face: "Be careful with the Wannian ship, how do I know if you have hidden any treasures in it."

  Murong Xiazhu was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and his wounds ached faintly. He felt as if he had died on the spot.

   "Stop it, I don't want it anymore! Just find a men's suit and a roll of bandages and bring it to me!"

   It's so embarrassing, she can't bear it!

 Lin Luochen threw out a men's suit and asked with a strange look, "Do you still have this hobby?"

 "I did it for convenience, it's not a special hobby!"

 Murong Xiazhu angrily tied up his chest with a bandage in front of him, and then put the men's clothes directly on his body.

 Even if I am a little bloated, I don’t want to take advantage of this guy any more!

 A moment later, Murong Xiazhu changed into men's clothes and turned into a handsome young man, but his chest muscles were a little exaggerated.

  "Let's go, if you don't leave, the city gate will be closed."

  Lin Luochen nodded and followed her into the city, feeling wary.

 This woman cannot be trusted, who knows what kind of ambush she will lay waiting for her! "

 Facts have proved that Lin Luochen’s worries were not wrong.

 Half an hour later, he followed Murong Xiazhu into a long and busy street.

 Hands of flowers and scantily clad women were everywhere on both sides of the road, ogling the two of them constantly.

  「好俊的公子,公子上来玩啊!奴家不收你钱!」

  「嘻嘻……公子,来奴家这,奴家可以倒贴你十两银子哦!」

  ……

  林落尘虽然没来过,但也略有耳闻,知道这就是传说中的烟花柳巷!

 "Why did you bring me here?"

 This place is useless, and it is definitely not a place where a person like him should come!

His somewhat panicked look could not escape Murong Xiazhu's eyes.
Frowning slightly, "You actually gave the order of ascending to immortality to the brothel girl for safekeeping?"

   "What's wrong with the brothel girl?"

  Murong Xia Zhu said plausibly: " "Young master, you can't be biased. They can't help themselves."

  "They are more loyal than those who are full of benevolence and morality, and who would have guessed that I would let them go?"

Lin Luochen was speechless and had no choice but to follow her into a brothel called Zuihuafang.

 If I don’t go to hell, who will?

Today he will risk everything to see how deep the devil's cave in his adopted father's mouth is.