At the moment of enlightenment, his body seemed to have a feeling of lightness, and An Yu subconsciously stood up from the lotus leaf, lowered his head, and his eyes fell on the deep pool of water, as if he was looking at something, thinking about something, thinking about something.

I faintly felt that after taking half of the Jinhua Condensation Frost Snow, the itchy feeling in my eyebrows should also be due to the abnormal movement of the Mud Pill Palace.

"The immortal root corresponds to the cultivation of the physical body, the spiritual root corresponds to the cultivation of the divine consciousness, and the role of the elixir has been precisely the purpose of 'watering' the spiritual root from ancient times to the present."

"Condense the mind with the alchemy technique, nourish the spirit with the spirit pill refined, under the condensation, once you cultivate your divine sense, you will inevitably be a hundred times higher than those who only cultivate mortal fetus, and when my Dan Dao is completed, I will definitely be able to enter the immortal with God as my mother-in-law said!"

I had never felt so clear in my mind, and once I understood the path I should take, An Zhen's expression relaxed.

The breeze is blowing, the lotus leaves are swaying, the corners of the skirt are lightly raised, and An Zhen is still standing majestically, standing upright.

The Han Lian at her feet seemed to feel something, gently shook the stem, leaned on the corner of her skirt, and the wisps of blue and purple mist quietly rose from the top of the Han Lian, and it was even more reflected like a fairy in the lotus.

At this moment, An Zhen, in addition to her body is still an eight-year-old girl, whether it is her expression, the perseverance in her eyes, or even her appearance and temperament, she far surpasses that of a fairy who has achieved cultivation.

Just when An Zhen suddenly realized the difference between the spiritual root and the immortal root, above the nine heavens, the heart of Yao Chi, a pale golden mist that was as unique as the golden pool water, suddenly rolled up, as if it was about to break through the confinement of the water of Yao Chi and fly down from the sky.

But with a light sigh of exhalation, the water of Yaochi, which had finally made a little wave, suddenly returned to its former calmness, and the mirror-like water surface reflected a stunning face.

It's just that under this stunning appearance, what can't be hidden is the slightest wisp of sadness that is difficult to send: "Ni Mingjun, do you know that our daughter is so talented that she can comprehend the truth of heaven and earth with her physical body, so as to attract luck and luck, and even the immortal root suppressed in the water of this Yao Pond wants to find the Lord."

Like a fairy sound, and like heavenly music, as the golden mother of Yaochi and the lord of Kunlun, no one has ever seen Yang Wanjin's melancholy side: "It's not in vain, she has the blood that belongs to your Eastern Prince." It's just that the more qualified she is, the more dangerous she may be in the future. In the end, we kept her away from the upper realm, right, or wrong? ”

was slightly questioned, but Yang Wanjin's expression suddenly changed, becoming solemn and awe-inspiring, majestic and majestic: "The flowers in the greenhouse have always been able to withstand the wind and rain." You'er, although you are not tolerated by the heavenly court, the way of heaven belongs to those who oppose the sky. I believe that you will be able to break through the obstacles, and one day, you will also walk in the sky without fear! ”

After thinking about the path he should take, he also became more determined to become an immortal, and sat back on the lotus leaf, and An Zhen was even more hungry and thirsty to read the "Golden Liquid Dan Sutra" in his hand.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but since he has opened the Mud Pill Palace with the help of Qinglianzi, and even cultivated a trace of divine consciousness, then the only way to do this is to study the Dan Dao hard!

"From morning to dusk, the eternal one is the one who lives forever."

With the space, a soft male voice sounded, which woke up An Zhen, who was immersed in the "Golden Liquid Dan Sutra".

The person who came was none other than the real person of the North Pole.

An Qisheng, who is dressed in a green robe, looks elegant and gentle, without a trace of fireworks, but it is a little different from other Dan masters who are good at alchemy.

Seeing that An Qi was studying the Dan Sutra so diligently, An Qisheng's eyes were soft, and he nodded and praised: "Zhen'er, this 'long practice' can be described as endless breath and endless learning. If you work so hard every day, you will have your own way of immortality, and your uncle will be relieved. ”

With his eyes wide open, he watched An Qisheng advance step by step, and there was a faint smile in his familiar expression, but it made An Qi's heart sour.

Thinking about it from yesterday to now, but in just over ten hours, I have complained to An Qisheng from complaining to thanking, as if there are countless tastes mixed, and at this moment, seeing him standing in front of him, with a kind smile and caring eyes, An Zhen's heart has more incomparable grievances spreading, and tears "brush" fell uncontrollably.

"Okay, Uncle Ann was so straightforward and stern before, it's indeed a bit too much."

As he spoke, An Qisheng smiled and beckoned, then lifted An Qi from the center of the pool, and then slowly landed in front of him.

Half-squatting down, his eyes met the tearful An Zhen, and he stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears, An Qisheng suddenly felt that An Zhen seemed to have changed a little.

With both hands pressed on An Zhen's thin shoulders, An Qisheng slightly injected a trace of mana into it, and this exploration really confirmed the previous guess: "Zhen'er, have you taken the Seven Grades Flawless Elixir that Ziyou Dan and Junxian gave you?" ”

"Yes, Uncle Ann." An Zhen nodded, her eyes with tears clear and bright: "Uncle, you feel that your body is much stronger!" And the eyes seem to be better, and they can see far and clearly. ”

"I see." An Qisheng smiled: "It's good to be useful." ”

As a six-rank real person, An Qisheng's cultivation was lower than Yang Sanniang's, so he didn't find that An Zhen's eyebrows had already opened the Mud Pill Palace, let alone that she already had a wisp of divine power. It's just that she noticed that her flesh and blood muscles and bones were tighter and more flexible under the baptism of the elixir, at least compared to ordinary mortals, there was already a huge difference.

Looking at the small An Zhen, An Qisheng's tone became more gentle: "You'er, Xiantu, in addition to cultivation, you still need to sharpen. This tempering is not only for the body, but also for the mind. You don't really have a fairy root, and Uncle didn't say it wrong before. Your body is like rootless water, even if you exhale and cultivate, it is impossible to condense even a little bit of mana in your body in the end. But after you hear it, whether you give up the immortal path or stick to it, you have to figure it out yourself. ”

Speaking of this, with a sigh, An Qisheng stood up, gently took An Zhen into his arms, and touched her head: "You can not give up, do not give up, and are willing to follow Yang Sanniang's advice to practice the Dan Sutra, and my uncle is very comforted." ”

"Uncle, did you actually want to test You'er?" Raising his head, his bright eyes flashed with a glimmer of joy, An Zhen realized that everything was not what he thought, and Uncle An did not want to give up by himself before, but to choose a path of cultivation by himself, and even more to realize his own way of cultivation.

How could such a well-behaved little An Zhen not make An Qisheng feel distressed, so he had to say truthfully: "Uncle has watched you grow up since you were a child, why don't you want you to be by your side forever." You don't have immortal roots, you can't cultivate, your physique is weak, and you can't be nourished by pills. From childhood to adulthood, the torment in my uncle's heart is also unimaginable. ”

said what was in his heart, but An Qisheng's expression was also much relieved.