I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 5 Sweatshop

Xixinyuan is located halfway up Qingyang Mountain, surrounded by a dense pine forest, but behind the courtyard there is a large clear lake, like a mirror hanging halfway up the mountain.

Staring at the lake gives people a sense of spiritual cleansing, as if the filth in the soul has been completely illuminated by it. Perhaps this is the origin of the name Xixinyuan.

Another weird thing about Qingyang Temple is that it is not like many temples. The names of pavilions, halls and courtyards are often linked to Buddha and Bodhisattva, which seems to be more random.

The young monk named Zhao led Li Lang to the door of the assigned room and then left.

Everything that should be explained has been explained clearly on the road.

Everything that could be said was said, but what could not be said was even if Li Lang asked, the young monk surnamed Zhao just smiled slightly, acting polite, polite but distant.

Standing on the corridor on the second floor where the room was located, Li Lang turned around and looked up. Among the clouds and mist, he could vaguely see some of the real main bodies of Qingyang Temple.

It was like the mysterious world slowly lifted the hem of his skirt towards him.

But as the fog and clouds closed in, the snow-white legs tightened again, never exposing the absolute realm.

Li Lang stretched out his hand, plucked the air, and then showed a bright smile.

It was as if he had really peeled off the skirt of the mysterious girl and saw the infinite scenery.

"It's great to be able to travel through time!" Li Lang said in his heart.

Although in his previous life, he could barely be considered a rich third generation who could indulge in sexual activities as much as he wanted, that was all he could do.

As an illegitimate son, he can enjoy and degenerate as he pleases, and then gradually move toward self-destruction as he expands, but what he cannot have is struggle and self-discipline.

When he was in the second year of junior high school, his friend who had been pulling him to study hard suddenly handed him a cigarette with tears in his eyes in the toilet, and lit it with trembling hands, he understood this.

However, he seemed confused for a moment!
"What are you looking at?" A voice sounded from behind Li Lang.

Then a young monk, also wearing gray monk robes, with a large jade pendant hanging around his neck instead of Buddhist beads, asked Li Lang.

"Where we want to go!" Li Lang replied with excitement.

"Liu Dingfang!" The young monk with a jade pendant on his chest said his name to Li Lang.

Then, without waiting for Li Lang to introduce himself, he said: "I know your name is Li Lang. I remember the names of every young monk who entered the lower courtyard at the same time. On the day of the shave... and on that day, your hair was the shortest. The master also said You were born to be a monk."

In fact, Li Lang also remembered Liu Dingfang.

The jade pendant around his neck was worth a lot of money. When he first came to Guibao Land, everything was unfamiliar and he didn't know that there was an extraordinary Li Lang in this world. He thought about knocking Liu Dingfang's sap off, so he took the jade pendant and ran away, pawning it as a Capital, make a fortune in this world.

Fortunately, he quickly gave up this idea.

The world has changed, and the writing has undergone certain changes, but it is still in the same vein as the Chinese writing system of the previous life, and the language has not changed.

Li Lang didn't know if there was some mysterious connection between the two worlds.

This is not something he should dig into now.

"From now on, we are friends!"

"I didn't come to get to know you before because those guys who couldn't even get started were not qualified to befriend me. But you...although you are a little late, you are finally qualified." Liu Dingfang raised his chin slightly, He seemed to be very proud.

Li Lang smiled when he heard this. He was a similar guy before, but he didn't have any bad feelings towards the little monk in front of him.

"Which room do you live in?"

Liu Dingfang pointed behind him.

"It seems that we will be roommates from now on!" Li Lang said with a smile.

Then he went downstairs first with the secret book in hand.

Xixinyuan is not big. After walking a few steps, I walked out of the courtyard. I found a tree to lean on by the clear Xixin Lake and took out the secret book from my arms.

On the cover of the secret book, a secret pattern was quietly activated.

In the secret book opened by Li Lang, all the words were rearranged and combined before his eyes.

This is the secret method used by most sects with inheritance. A considerable part of the content in the secret book has been broken up and rearranged. Only those who are qualified can activate the secret seal and unlock the correct content.

Therefore, even if you get the secret book through certain channels, if you don't have the method to activate the secret seal, you won't be able to cultivate the real thing from the obtained content, and the possibility of going crazy is greater.

Of course, if you just take a look and use it as a way to gain insights and accumulate experience, there is no harm in doing so.

After reading the secret book five times, Li Lang memorized the contents thoroughly.

After traveling through time, his memory improved a lot.

Closing your eyes, your mind sank into the lake of your heart, passed through a golden circle, and arrived at an extremely vast space.

In the space, five guys who looked exactly like Li Lang but had expressionless faces were writing, painting, and copying scriptures on the table with paper spread out, non-stop.

At the top of the space, there is a circular manufacturing platform, with daggers, daggers, needles and other objects placed on the manufacturing platform.

If Li Lang wanted to, even Zhanma Dao or Gatling could appear here, of course for now? As far as I'm concerned, there's no need for these.

Li Lang appeared on the manufacturing table in an instant, picked up the needle, thought about it, put the needle down and changed it to a short knife.

The short knife was held in the palm of his hand and he was fierce.

Tick ​​tock tock...!

Blood dripped continuously from the palm of his hand and fell into the groove at the front of the manufacturing table.

Every drop of blood that falls into the empty space will reveal an extra figure of 'Li Lang'.

When the wound on the palm of his hand gradually stopped dripping blood, there were dozens more 'Li Lang' in the space.

They were all exactly the same, looking at Li Lang standing on the production table with expressionless faces, like robots, waiting for orders.

As Li Lang's thoughts fell, these clones began to practice the Sleeve Flicking Skill roughly and unfamiliarly according to the contents of the secret book that had been memorized before.

This is Li Lang's biggest secret after traveling through time, and it is also the golden finger he relies on.

Sweatshop, Li Lang called it.

Use one drop of blood to create a clone. The clone will last for three days. For every additional drop of blood, the clone will last for three more days.

The clone created cannot be taken out of this space and can only stay here.

The only function at present seems to be to follow Li Lang's regulations and practice a certain ability day and night. In the past, it was reading, writing, and painting, but now there is another one, which is martial arts training.

Everything gained from the avatar's training, whether it is muscle memory or training insights, will be fed back to Li Lang himself.

Li Lang bleeds and they sweat, which is where the name sweatshop comes from.

A scratched hand loses blood in a sweatshop. Although the wound will not be left simultaneously in reality, the lost blood will still turn into weakness and feedback to Li Lang's body.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Li Lang does not keep many clones every day.

A scene like this where dozens of clones can be summoned in one breath, except for the day when Golden Finger was just turned on, is the only time now.

Dozens of 'Li Lang' learned and practiced the Sleeve Flicking Technique together. Although they all had mediocre qualifications, Li Lang still learned the Sleeve Flicking Technique very quickly.

Before sunset, it already had something presentable, instead of just a mess of empty shelves.

This is a hand skill that integrates fists, palms, claws and fingers, and is famous for its changes.

With the flick of the sleeves, all the changes in the moves are hidden under the sleeves and robes. With the same sweep, it is difficult for people to judge in what way the moves are made, thereby achieving the effect of confusing the opponent. At the same time, with the flick of the sleeves, the movements are hidden. The ruthlessness and ferocity when using force appear extremely elegant and unrestrained. To say how strong this martial art is, without comparison, I don't know.

But handsome is really handsome. As long as the posture and posture are correct and not deformed, it really seems like there is no smoke and fire.

As his practice progressed, Li Lang occasionally felt that there seemed to be some kind of breath in the air that penetrated into his skin, occasionally beating, bringing about different feelings.

The reason why this is so obvious is entirely because with the blessing of the clones, Li Lang has improved rapidly in the Sleeve Flicking Technique, achieving the stage that originally took several days or even half a month to complete in just half a day.

　Please pursue reading, please pursue reading, please pursue reading!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)