A trace of spirit struggled to enter Cong Lu's body first, and slowly gathered to the dantian along the meridians, spinning, rotating, like a stream converging into the sea, finding the center at the dantian, precipitating, and slowly becoming solid.

I have to say that Cong Lu's cultivation speed is still very fast, and he easily reached the foundation building period in a few months. Such a cultivation speed is not an exaggeration to say that he is a gifted cultivation genius. This result has the credit of Haoyue Xiaozhu, and it also has a lot to do with Cong Lu's mood changes during this time.

But Cong Lu also knew that he couldn't be complacent, he had just built the foundation now, and his realm was still very unstable, and if his mood fluctuated too much, there was a danger of regression in his cultivation. The top priority now is to continue to cultivate well and stabilize the realm.

Practicing while walking, Cong Lu's life has never been regular and calm. During the day, Cong Lu washes his body and mind in nature, and at night in the space, in addition to cultivating, Cong Lu also finds time to study a lot of spells, trying to go further. Even the medical skills, Danfang, and formations left by Long Ji have been in contact with Cong Lu, so they can't be said to be proficient, but they can barely be regarded as beginners!

Slowly Cong Lu found fun in it, in his spare time in the Haoyue Xiaozhu with the vegetables he grew and bred groups of chickens, ducks and fish in the space to make his favorite dishes, taste it carefully, practice spells every day, taste the fun of being a little magician, or carefully feed the herbs according to the medical skills, firmly remember the Dan Fang, and then experiment again and again in the alchemy room, until he can smoothly refine the elixir of a furnace without a trace of stagnation, as well as the formation, to be honest, Cong Lu was quickly dizzy when he saw it at first, and finally he was able to reluctantly put a few small spirit gathering arrays to help him cultivate, and the other formations Cong Lu was really powerless, I can't touch the doorway in it, and it's not an exaggeration to say that Cong Lu is a waste material of the formation. There's no way, no one is perfect, and Cong Lu is not reluctant, let it be, maybe one day Cong Lu will suddenly open up?!

When encountering happy events and happy events around her on the way, Cong Lu will also feel happy for others and silently send blessings. And when something bad or unhappy happened to others, Cong Lu just silently accompanied him, and sent help in time when he could, and did not ask for gratitude.

Along the way, Conglu has seen the sea, sitting on the golden sand, the blue sea is shining in the sun, sparkling, very beautiful. Seagulls fly freely under the blue sky, ships move slowly on the water, making "whine" whistles, and people play with each other in the water, as if bathed in happiness. The sea rolled up layers of waves, like cheerful children chasing each other, spreading joy on the surface of the sea.

I have also been to the grassland, and I have seen countless white cattle and sheep flying into the sky like white clouds, the golden sunset follows behind the red horses, and the shepherd wearing felt hats rides on the horses, singing melodious pastoral songs, and returns to his own yurt. The boundless grassland, a piece of verdant green, is illuminated by the setting sun, as if brushed with a layer of gold dust, with the gust of breeze, setting off blue waves and golden waves.

Climb one mountain after another, see the clear spring water overflowing from time to time in the grass and stone crevices in the mountains, absolutely natural and pollution-free drinks, and many well-known and unknown small animals in the jungle, constantly jumping in and out under the cover of trees and grass.

Down-to-earth, with a serene attitude, to experience your own joys, sorrows, and sorrows, take the ups and downs as a necessary experience, to taste and chew the deep and broad aftertaste left by the whole process. Even novels that I have never read, Cong Lu has read a lot of them for a while, and slowly became interested.

I didn't have time to walk every inch of land, and Cong Lu's mobile phone rang. When she left the orphanage, Cong Lu told Qin's mother that she didn't know when she would go back, Cong Lu would call Qin's mother every one or two months to report her safety, and Qin's mother would not call her casually when she was fine, something must have happened in the orphanage.