Everyone was overjoyed. When they looked at Bai Xiaochun, they already liked it to the extreme. They felt that Bai Xiaochun was not only cute, but also had a lot of bad water in his stomach, so Zhang Dafang took the lead and rewarded Bai Xiaochun with a grain of spiritual rice, which was stuffed into Bai Xiaochun's hands. Apex novel, ..
Bai Xiaochun smiled very happily, and returned to the room dazedly. Before he could climb into the bed, the aura of countless genius treasures accumulated in his body exploded. When his head was dizzy, he fell directly to the ground, screaming loudly. sleep.
The sleep was sweet and extraordinary. In the early morning of the next day, Bai Xiaochun opened his eyes and was refreshed. When he lowered his head, he found that he was a little fat, his whole body was slimy, covered with a layer of black dirt, and he quickly went out and cleaned it. Waiting for the disciple's breakfast in the busy door, they all laughed when they saw Bai Xiaochun's appearance.
"Junior Brother Nine, the dirt is an impurity in your body. After you remove it, your practice will go smoother. You don't need your help these days. You will be working in a few days."
"That grain of spiritual rice is a good thing, remember to eat it quickly, it won't be good if you leave it for a long time."
Bai Xiaochun was refreshed, and after nodding in response, he returned to the room and his eyes fell on the turtle-shaped pot. He simply carried it out and washed it, brought it back to the room and put it on the stove, holding the grain of spiritual rice in his hand. Looking at it, it was the size of a small rice finger, crystal clear and smooth, and exuded bursts of fragrance.
"What the immortals eat is really extraordinary." Bai Xiaochun sighed, and lit a few pieces of wood in the fire stove. As soon as it burned, a scorching heat suddenly hit his face, making Bai Xiaochun's eyes scorched, and quickly stepped back and looked inside the fire stove. The fire is amazing.
"This fire is not ordinary. Not only does it burn faster, it is also much hotter than the fire in the village." Bai Xiaochun glanced at the wood in the stove again, and felt that it should be such a good wood.
At this moment, as the flame ignited, Bai Xiaochun was surprised to see that the first striped road on the tortoise-shaped pot actually started to become brighter from bottom to top, and soon this striped road went from beginning to end. , All light up.
Bai Xiaochun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly patted his thigh.
"I'll just say, this is a treasure, it must be better than the big brother's pot." Bai Xiaochun felt that this pot is more extraordinary, and quickly threw the ling rice into the pot.
Sitting on the side while waiting, he picked up the bamboo book where the purple qi controls Ding Gong, followed the movement and breathing of the first picture inside, and began to practice.
Almost as soon as he practiced, Bai Xiaochun opened his eyes wide. He found that this very difficult posture yesterday was extremely smooth at this moment, without the slightest uncomfortable feeling. Even the breathing method did not show any suffocation anymore, on the contrary. It feels very comfortable.
Especially when he persisted, he clearly remembered that it was three or four breaths at most before, but now seven or eight breaths have passed, and there is no soreness at all.
Enduring the excitement, Bai Xiaochun calmed himself down until 30 breaths later, when he felt a weak soreness in his body, suddenly, a ray of air appeared from his body, which was cold and quickly wandered through the body. Although it dissipated without a complete walk, Bai Xiaochun still jumped up excitedly.
"I'm angry, haha, I'm angry!" Bai Xiaochun was ecstatic, walking around in the house, and also thought that it must be the reason for the treasures that he ate last night, and felt that he had eaten less.
"It's no wonder that Senior Brother Zhang said that Ning starved to death in the Huo Stove, instead of going to the outer door to fight, such good things, the outer door disciples will not have it." Bai Xiaochun hurriedly sat down and practiced again.
This time, according to the breathing method of the first layer of Ziqi Control Ding Gong and the movements in the first picture, he persisted for sixty breaths. When he reached sixty breaths, his body was bigger than before. The doubled Qi pulse suddenly bred out, like a trickle, quickly wandering through his body.
After Bai Xiaochun had experience, he hurriedly followed the signs on the first picture and meditated on several routes in his body.
Soon, the flow of Qi in his body followed the route as Bai Xiaochun thought. As Bai Xiaochun still insisted on putting out the first picture, he even noticed that there was a trace of cold air flowing from the whole body. Drilling from various positions, like water droplets, merged into the trickle of Qi, making the trickle bigger and bigger.
In the end, it turned into a stream, until after a complete walk, Bai Xiaochun's whole body was shaken, and his mind was like a cloud and mist, and there was a bang.
An unprecedented sense of lightness immediately surfaced on his body, and clumps of dirt were continuously secreted along the sweat pores.
And the creek in his body did not dissipate as before, but always existed, slowly walking around the body on its own, Bai Xiaochun opened his eyes, his eyes were clearer, and the meaning was much more agile.
Even the body obviously feels much lighter.
"The qi pulse is always there, which is the performance of the purple qi driving the Ding Gong to reach the first level, and it also represents the first level of the condensing energy!" Bai Xiaochun couldn't help but ran out and cleaned it again.
After seeing this, Zhang Dapang and the others showed a smile that understood each other. Although they were surprised that Bai Xiaochun had cultivated to the first level so quickly, he understood the reason.
Back to the house, Bai Xiaochun took a few deep breaths, picked up the bamboo book on the side, and looked at it carefully.
"After completing the first level of the Purple Qi Control Ding Gong, you can control some objects. This is an immortal spell. You can shoot objects in the air." Bai Xiaochun's eyes flashed, and according to the above method, his hands pinched a simple seal. Jue, he pointed to the table next to him, and immediately he felt the creek in his body, like a wild horse running straight to his right index finger, and even out of his fingertips.
It seemed to have formed an invisible thread that was connected to the table. Unfortunately, as soon as it was connected, the thread was immediately unstable and shattered with a snap.
Bai Xiaochun's complexion was slightly pale, and it took a long time to recover. After thinking about it carefully, he gave up the table and took out the wooden sword from his pocket. This wooden sword is made of unknown wood. Although it is not as heavy as the table, it has some weight. Heavy, he raised a finger with his right hand.
The wooden sword shook suddenly, and it floated slowly, but only rose an inch before falling down again.
Bai Xiaochun was not discouraged. He tried many times with excitement. From the beginning, the wooden sword rose by one inch and fell off. It became ten inches, twenty inches, thirty inches... At dusk, the wood in his room The sword can already float away in a straight line. Although it is not fast and difficult to turn, it will not fall as easily as it did in the first place.
"From then on, I'm Bai Xiaochun as a fairy!" Bai Xiaochun stood there with an arrogant look, with his left hand behind him, his right hand raised and waving forward, and the wooden sword flew swayingly.
Bai Xiaochun took back the wooden sword when his body was unstable, and was about to continue his practice. Suddenly he smelled the fragrance coming from the pot beside him. He raised his head and took a deep breath, and immediately moved his appetite. On this day, he was busy practicing. I also forgot that Lingmi was still boiled in the pot, and stepped forward to open the lid.
As soon as the lid was opened, a strong fragrance was emitted from the spiritual rice in the pot, but on the spiritual rice, for some reason, a dazzling silver pattern appeared!
This silver streak is obvious. Upon closer inspection, there is even a fascinating feeling, but as time goes by, it gradually becomes dark silver. Bai Xiaochun squinted his eyes, and after thinking about it, he took out the grain of spiritual rice and held it in his hand. Check it out.
"This pattern is a bit familiar..." Bai Xiaochun showed thoughts in his eyes, looked down at the fire stove, and found that the fire inside had long been extinguished, and even the wood had become ashes, and the bright pattern on the pot was dimmed again. .
He immediately recognized that the silver pattern on the spirit rice was exactly the same as the pattern on the back of the pot.
To suppress the doubts in his heart, to be safe, Bai Xiaochun did not eat the rice, but put it in a cloth bag. After thinking for a while, he walked out of the house and worked with Zhang Dafang and others.
Time passed, and half a month passed in a flash. In the past half month, Bai Xiaochun's practice has stopped again, and his diligence has been slow, but he also found out that when others boiled spiritual rice, there would be no silver streaks.
When he was curious, he felt that his grain of rice was not right, especially for the pot. He felt even more weird. Finally, a few days later, when Hei San Fat went out to purchase the necessary items in the stove, he went there. Sihaifang, where he found out, the handyman can go to a place where he knows the common sense of practice.
After returning from Sihaifang, Bai Xiaochun's heart beat strongly. He endured the surprise until he returned to the room. He immediately took out the grain of spiritual rice and carefully looked at the silver pattern on it, slowly revealing an incredible color in his eyes. .
"There are three indispensable cultivations for immortals, namely refining medicine, refining tools, and... refining spirits!" Bai Xiaochun thought about the pictures describing refining spirits in the ancient books that he had checked in Sihaifang, comparing the silver patterns on the spiritual rice, the more he looked at it. More like.
"Ling Ling!" After a long while, he exhaled a long breath.
Spirit refining is a means of forcibly injecting the power of heaven and earth into objects with a special method. It is like using the method of creation instead of the way of heaven, plundering the power of heaven and earth to strengthen and strengthen, whether it is a pill, fragrant medicine or magic weapon, you can refine the spirit. Therefore, it is not allowed by the world, so there is a certain probability that once it succeeds, the power of the item will be greatly increased, and if it fails, the item will become waste directly under the power of the world.
And the most amazing thing about spiritual refining is that it can be superimposed on refining, and even if it can successfully refining ten times, it can make an earth-shaking change in the item.
And the more precious it is, the more terrifying it will be after being superimposed on spiritual practice.
It's just that the more you get to the back, the lower the chance of success. Even some spiritual masters dare not try easily. After all, the price of failure is unbearable.
"It was said in the classics that the treasure of my Lingxi Sect's protector is a heavenly horn sword that has been refined ten times by a great opportunity!" Bai Xiaochun felt a little dry mouth, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his eyes appeared astonished. Even more confused, he subconsciously looked at the dozens of dim lines on the turtle-patterned pot, the speed of the heart beating, as if it was about to pop out of his chest.
He has determined at this moment that the reason for the appearance of the refining pattern in the spirit rice is all because of this pot!
After hesitating, Bai Xiaochun gritted his teeth. If he does not solve such a mystery, he will not sleep, but he also knows that if this pot is really good, then such secrets must not be known to a second person.
So late at night, I came to the pot cautiously. After taking a deep breath, he took out the wooden sword controlled by him, and threw it into the pot as if he had dropped the ling rice that day.
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