All the World Is Pale: Bai Linggen

The Blue Spirit Root and Qi Sea are leaky, and they will not be able to build a foundation in their lifetime. Lin Du has known him for three years. I sweep the steps during the day and practice secretly at night. The spiritual energy pouring into the meridians was like pouring sulfuric acid. I fainted from the pain and got up to continue. After three years, the blood marks all over my body have never been broken. In the entire sect, only Zhao Jiu, who chops vegetables in the kitchen, is kind to him. Leave a bowl of hot water on the stove every day, and press two pieces of yellow rock sugar at the bottom of the bowl. This bowl of water hasn't gotten cold in three years. In the outer sect competition, the senior brother who bullied him for three years wanted to destroy him in public. Lin Du couldn't hold back, he pushed out with his palm, and a white aura exploded—— From that moment on, the whole world began to hunt him. On the way to escape, a woman's voice appeared in my mind. The previous generation of Bai Linggen has been dead for ten thousand years, with only a few residues left. She told him: Canglinggen is not useless, the five-color rules are fake, and the spiritual veins were cut off. Lin Du stopped running away. He took a cook, an information dealer with missing fingers, and a white hunter with bone beads on his hands, and started walking north. He wants people all over the world who have been stepped into the mud to know that the sky can be calm.