Digital cultivation of immortality, I use my life to upgrade

Chapter 56 Four Steamed Buns
A quarter of an hour later, a man in green clothes walked out of Tongtian Tavern holding a jade plaque.

The man was Lin Qing, and the jade token in his hand gave him the authority to use the teleportation array twice.

He smiled as he walked, and saw the woman in black following him quietly.

She has changed her appearance at this moment. She no longer has the boldness and exposure just now, but has become the appearance of Xiaojiabiyu.

Wearing colorful clothes and jumping around in this lively market, it doesn't look so out of place.

Lin Qing had no intention of getting entangled with her. After turning a corner, his face quietly transformed into a middle-aged man.
With his straight facial features and sharp eyebrows, he is a righteous person at first glance.

"Huh? Where is the person?" The woman also followed, but after turning a corner, she found that she had lost the target and looked shocked.

This was her first tracking failure.
At this moment, Lin Qing turned into a young man again and walked around the market in a swaggering manner.

An hour later, he arrived at the location of the teleportation array, with about ten people lined up in front.

I thought the woman would appear here and wait, but I didn't see her figure after looking for a long time.

Lin Qing shook her head angrily and handed the jade token to the steward.

He originally wanted to play with the woman to calm down his mood, but he didn't expect that she didn't follow him, which was a pity.

Lin Qing stood on the teleportation array. After the steward handed the jade token back to him, he activated the teleportation array.

The screen flashed, and the waves in the teleportation array were sparkling, as if entering a drum washing machine.
The transmission time this time is a bit long, about 20 seconds.

Because Quchun Kingdom is at the very edge of Ziyang Peak, a little further to the north is the sphere of influence of the Five Elements Sect.

After getting used to the uncomfortable feeling, Lin Qing walked out of Ziyang Mansion's office as if nothing had happened and disappeared into the crowd.

At noon that day, he appeared on a high mountain. At this moment, his breathing was a little confused and rapid.

He looked at a huge city below and showed a stern smile.

This is where the Jin family is located.

After entering the city, Lin Qing immediately frowned.

His first impression here was that of desolation. The pedestrians on the street were like zombies, without any energy.

Even the vendors, who were originally energetic, looked listless.

In this way, he became an outlier here, attracting a lot of people's attention as soon as he appeared.

But the look in his eyes was like that of despair, with no desire or desire, just a simple discovery that there was someone here.

Lin Qing immediately turned around and walked towards the side alley. When he saw no one around, his energy and demeanor changed rapidly.

I regained the mental state of my previous life, which was the state of having no desires or desires after a long period of 996 torture.

There was a strong aura around him, and his eyelids drooped. His eyes no longer had the light they used to have, but slowly became silent.

At this moment, he felt more like a local than a local in the city.

When Lin Qing appeared on the street again, as expected, he didn't attract the slightest attention.

He drifted, following the crowd, towards the center of the town.

Only after he arrived did he discover that this city had no center.
Because this is half the ancestral land of the Jin family, and half is the residence of the common people in the city.

There was a team of more than 100 people in front of them. Their footsteps moved slowly towards the palace-like house.

"What is this doing?"

The queue was very fast. During this period, Lin Qing did not hear anyone speaking, only the slow movement of footsteps.

There was a wooden table in front of him, and an old man in gray clothes sat behind him. He was handing out bamboo sticks. Lin Qing took the bamboo stick and continued to move forward with the large army.

Soon they passed through the separation, and groups of about 10 people entered a room respectively.

As soon as the door opened, Lin Qing's eyes became solemn, and he quickly lowered his head, pretending not to notice anything.

He smelled a strong smell of blood here, and after two years of training in the dining hall, he had already engraved in his mind the bloody smell of various spiritual birds and animals.

So he was very sure that the smell of blood in front of him belonged to humans!

He did not rush to explore with his spiritual sense, but quietly lined up and entered the room.

"What is this?" In the middle of the house is a bronze statue of an ordinary-looking young man.

The middle-aged uncle who was queuing in front of him walked straight forward, holding a bamboo stick in his right hand, and stabbed his left hand hard. He showed no expression and his eyes did not waver. He seemed to be used to it.

The bamboo stick pierced the flesh and blood without making any sound. The middle-aged man stretched out his left hand and pressed the bamboo stick in his hand against the bronze statue.

Bright red blood flowed down the palm and soon came into contact with the bronze statue.Strangely, the blood only remains on its surface for about two seconds before being absorbed by the bronze statue.

This process lasted for about a quarter of an hour and ended until the middle-aged man's face turned pale and his body began to sway.

He pulled out the bamboo stick in his hand and threw it to the big box with blood stains on it. The smell of blood came from there.

Now it was his turn. Lin Qing did not show any abnormality, but directly picked up the bamboo stick and inserted it into his left hand.

There is no obstruction that penetrates the flesh and blood, but it is as smooth as flowing water.

Lin Qing pressed the bamboo stick in his hand against the bronze statue.

What flowed out was not blood, but clear water. In this water, a small part of Lin Qing's consciousness was hidden.

Fortunately, water droplets on the bronze statue will still be absorbed, so Lin Qing doesn't have to work hard to penetrate it.

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Qing deliberately turned her face pale, and walked towards the exit with a somewhat frivolous step.

There, there was also an old man sitting behind a wooden table, with gray bags placed one after another on the table.

Lin Qing sniffed and smelled a scent.

Taking the gray bag handed over by the old man, Lin Qing kneaded it gently with his hands. It felt soft and warm. He looked inside and saw that it was indeed a steamed bun.

"Haha, it seems that the Jin family is a bit picky. They donated all their blood and only gave black-faced steamed buns."

But that's not the most important thing. What he saw just now is enough for the sect to investigate the Jin family.

Just using the evil cultivation method is enough for him, and it seems that the Jin family does have some connection with the demon clan.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Qing walked out of the Jin family's ancestral land. Many people had gathered outside the door.

Since he was walking faster, he happened to see the uncle in front of him walking towards a pair of children.

"Daddy, daddy, have you made any money from your work today? My sister is hungry, and her stomach has been ringing for a long time."

"Nonsense, Dad, don't listen to my brother, I'm not hungry."

Another expression finally appeared on the middle-aged uncle's face. He scratched his head and showed kindness in his eyes.

Then he hurriedly opened the package, took out two dark steamed buns, and handed them to the boy and girl.

"I've made it, I've made it. Look at this. I went there specially to buy it for you. Eat it quickly."

"Wow, it's a steamed bun." The boy took the steamed bun, took a big bite, and started eating.

The girl, on the other hand, licked her lips and did not take the steamed bun, but pushed it towards the middle-aged uncle.

"Dad, you eat first, I'm not hungry."

Although he said this, his eyes never left the steamed bun.

"Eat quickly, there's still more." The uncle directly stuffed the steamed bun into the girl's hand and motioned for her to eat it.

The young girl seemed unable to bear the temptation of delicious food. She licked her lips and her throat trembled.

Finally, he took a bite of the dark steamed bun, and then chewed it in small mouths, with a happy sense of satisfaction on his face.

Lin Qing's steps were very slow. Looking around, it seemed that there was such a scene all around him.

He opened his pocket, "One, two, three, four."

There were only four steamed buns. The middle-aged uncle just now was fine, and there was only a family of three.

Among the people leaving, Lin Qing saw many combinations of two adults and three children.

Five people, four steamed buns
Lin Qing's pace did not stop. She walked to the middle-aged uncle's side, opened the pocket in her hand, took out two steamed buns, and stuffed them into the two children.

They opened their palms in shock and disbelief and took the steamed buns. Even the middle-aged uncle stared blankly at all this and fell into a brief daze.

But soon, the girl reacted and quickly snatched the buns from her brother's hand to return them to the big brother in front of her.

But Lin Qing just smiled slightly and said quickly in a voice that only he and the middle-aged uncle could hear:
"These are for you, go to your house, I want to know something."

The middle-aged uncle's eyes widened slightly, he swallowed hard, looked around, and seemed to hesitate.

But after seeing the eager eyes of the little boy and the little girl, his eyes became firm and he answered decisively:

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)