Fang Qingling lowered his head, pursed his lips, and nervously put the spirit measuring crystal ball on his hand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

That's when a miracle happened!

In the originally white and transparent crystal ball, two dazzling lights of blue and blue gradually appeared, and it did not move until the light filled the entire crystal ball.

Seeing this, Fang Hongluo in the palace was slightly surprised, and then nodded and smiled: "Yes, the water and wood dual spiritual root." She pondered for a moment, "Do you want to follow me, or do you want to choose another teacher?" ”

The spiritual root is divided into mutated spiritual roots, single spiritual roots, double spiritual roots, three spiritual roots, and pseudo spiritual roots (four or five attributes of spiritual roots, attributes: gold, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, wind and thunder eight kinds), among which the mutated spiritual root is the best, and the pseudo spiritual root is the worst.

Today's cultivation world is not as good as in ancient times, a single spirit root is difficult to find, and a mutated spirit root is even more rare for a thousand years, like Fang Qingling's double spirit root, although it is not the best spirit root, it is also middle and upper.

The Fang family is a down-and-out small family that is almost extinct, and it is really rare to have a double spirit root, that is, Fang Hongluo is a double spirit root of water and soil, because of chance, he got a washing spirit grass, washed away the water spirit root and became a single spirit root of the earth system, so that he can have today's cultivation.

Being able to cultivate immortals, Fang Qingling's tense heart relaxed, and at the same time she was flattered that Fang Hongluo would ask for her opinion, she didn't ask much, anyway, this was exactly what she wanted, so she replied respectfully: "I think that in two years, when the mountain gate accepts disciples, I will make a decision, and I hope that my ancestor will be perfect." ”

Fang Qingling originally wanted to enter the Tibetan Sword Peak, the attack power of the Shuimu Linggen was not very strong, and the use of the sword was just enough to make up for this weakness, but her soul was unstable, if she met the Yuanying Daojun, wouldn't she have to die without a place to be buried? In this way, it is better to stay in Hongxia Peak obediently first, and think of a solution before making plans.

"Well, I'll just listen to you. You and I have the blood of the Fang family together, if there is anything, I will take care of it, you just have to live in peace and work hard to cultivate. Fang Hongluo didn't want to say more, so he asked Fang Qingling to retreat after a word or two.

Led to the residence, Fang Qingling looked at the courtyard of one bedroom and one living room.

Although the yard is not very big, it is very enough for her little child, and the room is very tidy, it should have been cleaned.

She nodded her head unaged, satisfied with her new home.

After closing the door, Fang Qingling couldn't wait to sit on the bed, took out the animal skin book he received at the deacon's registration office, set up a sitting position according to what was written in the book, then took a deep breath, closed his eyes, felt the air flowing around him, and began to concentrate on cultivating.

Slowly, I don't know how long it took......

The little man sitting cross-legged, her head hanging limply, her eyes tightly closed, her breathing steady and long, fell asleep.

Suddenly, the head that had no object to support, due to the influence of gravity, pecked hard, she almost got off the bed, Fang Qingling was startled, and hurriedly held on to the edge of the bed, stabilizing her body and not letting herself fall.

Patting his puffing heart, remembering Fang Cai's embarrassment, Fang Qingling touched his nose in embarrassment, despising himself in his heart: "Why are you so uncontrollable, it's really useless!" ”

Got up and ran ten laps in the courtyard, wiped the sweat from his forehead, calmed his heartbeat, felt radiant and sleepless, Fang Qingling began to meditate and practice again.

"Goo~"

However, the ideal is beautiful, the reality is skinny, and it didn't take long for the stomach to suddenly ring.

Fang Qingling looked at the sky speechlessly, touching his hungry stomach, for the first time in his life, he felt that eating was also a troublesome thing.

The sect will issue a bottle of Bigu Dan every month, Bigu Dan is a high-grade pill, and eating one can ensure food and clothing for three days.

It's a pity that she didn't succeed in inducing qi into her body, she is a mortal, and she can't eat Bigu Dan yet, otherwise, she will explode and die because she can't bear the medicinal power, so she still has to go to the canteen to eat......

A month later, Fang Qingling lost her previous eagerness, she was calm, sitting cross-legged on the bed, carefully feeling the emptiness around her, and trying her best to integrate herself into nature.

Gradually, Fang Qingling saw signs of the flow of air, and there were blue-blue points of light floating around his body, like fireflies traveling at night, floating around.

Carefully incorporating them into his body one by one, guiding them into the dantian in his abdomen, and so on, circulatingly absorbing until he could no longer absorb them, Fang Qingling withdrew from the cultivation state.

The abdomen was warm, and Fang Qingling felt very comfortable.

Happily touching his belly, Fang Qingling finally stepped into the first layer of qi cultivation and became a true cultivator.

Monks and mortals are different, but after practicing qi, Fang Qingling found that his ears and eyes were much clearer, and there were obvious differences in seeing things.

The skin was covered by a layer of sticky black that emitted a sour odor, Fang Qingling's steamed bun face instantly wrinkled, rushed out of the room, and immediately took a hot shower for himself.

Now that he was able to use his divine sense, Fang Qingling decided to suspend his cultivation and first go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to understand the cultivation realm.

Each peak of the Wuji Sect has a scripture pavilion, which contains the basic knowledge of the cultivation realm for the disciples to see, as for the high-level exercises, swordsmanship, formation diagrams, etc., only the highest level of the main peak scripture pavilion has it.

There are three floors in the Hongxia Peak Scripture Pavilion, the first floor is the knowledge about the Heavenly Scar Continent, the second floor is the basic exercises, and the third floor is the relevant knowledge of refining, alchemy, talismans, and formations.

Fang Qingling looked at the jade slips that were beneficial to life in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and learned that in order to fuse the soul with the body, it was necessary to take the Six-Pin Pill Melting Spirit Pill.

However, the conditions for requishing are harsh, and the requisition is to the point where everyone shouts and beats in the cultivation realm, so few people will take it, so there are very few people who need the Melting Spirit Pill, and the Danfang is gradually buried, and there are naturally very few people who can refine the Melting Spirit Pill, besides, the highest alchemist in the Heavenly Scar Continent is only eight grades, and how can the six-grade pill be so easy to obtain?

What to do? Could it be that she could only cower at Hongxia Peak? But she is not reconciled, how can she say that she will give up the free life she yearns for? There must be other ways to do it, and if such a small blow affects the cultivation, it is not worth it.

Sweeping away the helplessness and confusion at first, Fang Qingling's face flashed with determination, clenched his fist, and walked out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion without looking back, heading towards his residence.

Fang Qingling decided to engage in the sub-profession of formation, she didn't have a fire spiritual root, she couldn't refine alchemy, and she wasn't used to using a brush, so she couldn't learn the talisman, only the formation could be used for her to study.

The engraved array plate can also be sold in the market, after all, as the saying goes: money is not everything, but no money is absolutely impossible.

The inner disciples of the Wuji Sect only issued ten lower-grade spirit stones in a month, plus the spirit stones handed over by Grandpa Fang, less than three hundred lower-grade spirit stones, for immortal cultivators, this spirit stone is not enough to stuff their teeth.

The spirit stone is the currency of the cultivation realm, one thousand lower-grade spirit stones are equal to a medium-grade spirit stone, one thousand medium-grade spirit stones are equal to a high-grade spirit stone, and one thousand high-grade spirit stones are equal to a top-grade spirit stone.