Chapter 2238 Good Fortune

? The setting sun is like blood, sprinkled with afterglow.

In the small courtyard, Ling Xian smiled lightly and said, "Young lady, do you dislike me?"

"I don't like weak scholars." The woman in red said lightly, with a heroic air.

"Very good, since that's the case, please let me go." Ling Xian smiled gently.

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

"Instead of letting my father continue arresting people, it's better to keep you and let him go."

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The woman in red glanced at Ling Xian faintly, and said, "Tomorrow, we will worship and get married."

"Girl, getting married is a major event in life, so it's inappropriate to be so hasty." Ling Xian couldn't laugh or cry, he didn't want to pay a visit to a strange woman in a daze.

"It's just a fake marriage."

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

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

"You can also understand it that way." The woman in red was smiling, bright and charming, not easy to understand.

"I want good luck." Ling Xian sighed softly, he understood that only force can solve this matter.

Therefore, he wanted to cultivate the Art of Good Creation that pointed directly at the shattered void.

"Another poor person who listens to rumors and thinks nothing of himself." The woman in red glanced at Ling Xian and said, "It's better to keep your feet on the ground than to waste your time on illusory rumors."

"I want to try." Ling Xian smiled lightly, even Luo Xinjie said that the good fortune kung fu pointed directly at the Shattered Void, so it can be seen that this is not a rumor.

However, it is certain that it is difficult to practice, even if it is him, it may not be able to cultivate to the highest level.

"It's up to you, come here and get good luck."

The woman in red opened her mouth lightly, and a girl dressed as a maid responded, 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 Creation Art, a glimmer of anticipation flashed in his star pupils.

"You can live in the West Wing. Remember, don't think about it, otherwise, I will kill you." The woman in red said 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 change my mind."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, 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 she definitely has kung fu. For the current Ling Xian, she is an invincible existence.

At that moment, Ling Xian limped into the West Wing, and then took out the Creation Kung Fu.

There were no words on it, only nine strange patterns, all of which were villains posing in strange poses, which made him confused and completely incomprehensible.

"It seems that even getting started is difficult." Ling Xian muttered to himself, not knowing how to cultivate, so he could only take the corresponding poses as shown in the first picture.

Immediately, severe pain came from his Baihui acupoint, which made him light-headed and almost unconscious.

Immediately, Ling Xian returned to his original state, and the dizziness faded away.

"Death hole..."

Ling Xian's star eyes narrowed, knowing that the other eight patterns also corresponded to the fatal acupoints of the human body, or in other words, good luck is the cultivation of fatal acupoints.

If it can achieve great success, it will naturally break the limit of the human body, but this is almost impossible.

Not to mention that Ling Xian is just a mortal right now, even a great master of martial arts would surely die.

"It's no wonder no one has been able to cultivate the Creation Art to the highest level." Ling Xian sighed softly, planning to change to another art.

He came here to break through to the Ninth Realm, not to create a legend, naturally he put his life first.

But at this moment, an incredible scene happened.

Ling Xian's left wrist lights up, and the mysterious symbols manifest and merge into the first four patterns.

Immediately, these four patterns had a bit more mysterious and mysterious Taoist rhyme, even compared to the three patterns Ling Xian met in Yaoxing, they were not inferior.

"Could it be that good luck is that kind of supreme celestial power?" Ling Xian's eyes lighted up slightly, and the mysterious symbols had shown amazing defensive power, and had also expelled the strange power in Mei Yanrou's body.

You know, the supernatural power in Mei Yanrou's body comes from Heavenly Kung Fu, but even the Great Desolate Heavenly Kung Fu and the Da Guang Jue can't get rid of it.

But the mysterious symbol can do it, which is enough to prove that it comes from a supreme celestial skill!

At this moment, the fusion of the mysterious symbol and the pattern of the Art of Good Fortune naturally made Ling Xian start to think about it.

At the moment, he calmed down and assumed the pose shown in the first picture again.

Immediately, Baihui acupoint lit up, making him light-headed and groggy.

However, tolerable.

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

One is to finally figure out the origin of the mysterious symbols, and the other is to be able to cultivate good luck, at least, the first four patterns can be cultivated.

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

"But that refers to the incomplete creation skill. After merging the mysterious symbols, this method is an unrivaled skill. Maybe I can shatter the void if I complete a picture."

The corner of Ling Xian's mouth was smiling, he was glad that he came to this world, otherwise, how could he solve his doubts, how could he get a supreme skill?

At the moment, he held his breath and concentrated on his meditation practice.

Although the pain can be endured, it is not easy to cultivate. Even with Ling Xian's comprehension, it will take a lot of time.

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

Three days later, streaks of black energy gushed out of his body and dissipated like clouds of smoke.

This is to wash the scriptures and cut the marrow, and it is also to lay a solid foundation.

If the previous Ling Xian was a mortal, then at this moment, he has opened the door to martial arts. Although he has not cultivated internal strength, his future is limitless.

"The road ahead is clear." Ling Xian smiled faintly, and his good fortune kung fu pointed directly at the broken void, as long as he continued to practice step by step, he would become a strong person in the ninth realm just around the corner!

At this moment, a crisp voice came from outside the door.

"Young master, Miss, please go over and talk."

Hearing this, Ling Xian sighed softly, knowing that it was probably to discuss marriage matters.

Lin Yingmei once said that they would get married the next day, and now that three days have passed, it was time to put it on the agenda.

"I hope I can persuade her to give up on this idea." Ling Xian rubbed her temples, then followed the maidservant into the East Wing.

"You seem to be different from before."

Lin Ying's eyebrows and eyes were deep, and she felt that Ling Xian had an inexplicable charm.

"Three days after the farewell, you should look at it with admiration." Ling Xian smiled faintly. Although he has not cultivated his inner strength yet, as long as he completes the first pattern, he will at least become a first-class master!

At that time, he can suppress Lin Yingmei with a flip of his hand.

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

Compared with those who started martial arts at a young age, Ling Xian started too late, so it is difficult for him to achieve anything.

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

"I was busy dealing with Wang Yuanwai two days ago, so I'm free today."

"Simply get married today, fulfilling my father's wish." Lin Ying's brows were dim, and she looked a little tired. (To be continued.)