Although Zhang Zhixuan is still injured, he should recuperate for a few days and go down the mountain after his body recovers. But he didn't have time to rest for a while, and immediately used the light body technique to leave the mountain gate.

When he left Lingtian, he said to Qing Chan that he would come back within a day.

I didn't expect to encounter the man in black attacking Fang City, and it has been five days now, and I don't know how Qingchan will worry.

Qingchan couldn't speak since she was a child, and she developed a suspicious and sensitive personality, and now she is her only relative.

Although she is sometimes very naughty in front of herself, Zhang Zhixuan knows that her own small heart is still sensitive and inferior.

Zhang Zhixuan thought about it in his heart, and involuntarily quickened his pace, and finally came to the vicinity of Lingtian before the sun set.

There is a wasteland near Lingtian, there is a mountain range that is not too high, the mountain range is only more than fifty zhang high, far less than the family's mountain gate Tiantai Peak.

Because the rocks are hard and the land is difficult to cultivate, there are few people passing through the vicinity except for a mountain village.

Since the discovery of the spiritual well, the monks of the Zhang family have moved the villagers on the mountain to the county seat, and for many years, because of the scarcity of products, there has been no human population for a long time.

On the top of the mountain, a teenage girl suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain.

She has a pair of pigtails on her head, and she looks very cute.

She was wearing a cyan robe, which was slightly fat, and it looked very bloated when worn on the little girl.

The little girl was Qingchan herself, she suddenly found Zhang Zhixuan in the distance, the tears in her eyes kept rolling down, and she opened her calves and ran towards Zhang Zhixuan.

Seeing Qingchan running over, Zhang Zhixuan was shocked.

When I left, I had already opened the protective formation, although Qing Chan had learned to open the Fa Decision, but without the cultivation of the Qi cultivation period, it was impossible to open the formation at all.

Could it be that Qingchan has broken through the innate stage?

This is simply impossible, when I left, she was only born at the seventh layer, and in just four or five days, did she have any elixir, how could she break through the triple realm in a row, become a Qi cultivation period cultivator, and open the protective formation.

Could it be that someone opened the defensive formation, and Qingchan ran out by chance.

If that's the case, I'm going to use the Messenger Talisman right away, and quickly light the wolf smoke to notify my family.

There are still dozens of beads of extraordinary grade elixir in the spiritual field, and they must not be cheap to outsiders.

Although Zhang Zhixuan was also very happy to see Qingchan safe and sound, he was still a little frightened in the face of sudden accidents.

Qing Chan rushed wildly, excitedly hugging Zhang Zhixuan's chest, and let out a whimpering sound in his mouth.

Zhang Zhixuan touched the top of Qingchan's head and said happily: "Don't worry, I'm not back."

As I said, I won't leave you alone.

Moreover, Xiaoqing's spiritual roots are excellent, and his future is also greater than that of his uncle, and his uncle may have to rely on you for protection in the future. ”

The two followed each other all the way back to the Lingtian, Zhang Zhixuan looked cautiously and found that there were no outsiders in the Lingtian at all.

He looked at Qing Chan fixedly, then checked her meridians, and said strangely: "How is this possible, in just four or five days, how can it be possible to break through the three-layer realm in a row?"

After a few days of not seeing, Qing Chan really succeeded in breaking through the innate stage and entering the first layer of the qi training period. ”

Although Qingzen can't speak, she has no problem hearing.

She quickly took out a worn-out teapot from the hut, pointed to it, and babbled as she gestured.

After a year of getting along, Zhang Zhixuan can understand most of Qingchan's sign language, and even under the suspicion, his expression moved, and he said softly to Qingchan: "You said that after I left, you fetched water from the spiritual well to water the spiritual field and found this teapot."

You were thirsty, so you poured a cup of water from this teapot and drank it, and then fell asleep. After you got up, you wanted to go out to find me, so you used your mana to open the protective formation and waited for me to come back on the hill outside the spiritual field. ”

Seeing that Zhang Zhixuan understood what she meant, Qing Chan nodded vigorously, with a little joy on his face.

Zhang Zhixuan took the broken teapot from Qing Chan's hand, the teapot looked quite old, with a thick layer of pulp on it, as if it had been left by someone who had been playing with it for a long time.

There is no trace of spiritual power inside and outside the teapot, and it looks like an ordinary worthless antique.

But Zhang Zhixuan observed carefully for a moment, and could vaguely find some mysterious runes, vaguely showing the extraordinaryness of this thing.

"Since the spiritual water in this thing can make Qing Zen improve his cultivation, I'm afraid it's not an extraordinary thing, and if you want to understand the effect of this thing, you still need to observe it for a long time."

Zhang Zhixuan put down the spirit pot in his hand and thought secretly in his heart.

Returned to the spiritual field, and the next period of time was relatively stable, although the family monks searched in many ways and inquired carefully, but the ninth uncle, Zhang Mengquan, still had no news and disappeared in the vast wilderness for thousands of miles.

During this time, Zhang Zhixuan was recuperating from his injuries while exploring the role of the spirit pot.

This spirit pot can condense a small cup of spiritual water every day, this kind of spiritual water aura is very sufficient, and a small cup of spiritual water is equivalent to a low-grade spiritual stone.

However, this kind of spiritual water cannot be stored for a long time, as long as it is a day or two later, the spiritual energy in the spiritual water will disperse and completely disappear into the air.

Although he didn't know the name of this spirit pot, Zhang Zhixuan already knew that this thing was probably a great treasure, even if it was a major sect like Qingxuanzong, the entire sect might not have this kind of spiritual object.

Being able to condense a cup of spiritual water every day is equivalent to adding a spiritual object of a low-grade spirit stone every day, which is equivalent to three hundred and sixty-five spirit stones in a year.

And after a hundred, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, the accumulated resources are probably very amazing, and as long as the spirit pot can be preserved, a steady stream of immortal cultivation resources can be obtained every day, and for a sect, the value is no less than that of a fifth-order spiritual vein.

"From today onwards, I'll call you the Water Spirit Pot!" Zhang Zhixuan looked at the old spirit pot and thought secretly happily in his heart.

The spiritual water condensed by the water spirit pot has begun to help Zhang Zhixuan and the others.

Every morning, after Zhang Zhixuan finished cultivating the Qi Accumulation Technique, the two of them would take the spiritual water to cultivate and refine the spiritual energy in it.

According to the level of cultivation, Zhang Zhixuan will take four-fifths of the spiritual water every day, and the remaining one-fifth will be given to Qingchan himself.

Qing Zen's cultivation is still very low, she can't refine too much spiritual energy, taking too many spiritual things, not only will it not be good for her, but it will have some counterproductive effects, only one-fifth of the spiritual water, her mana can't be refined, and a large part of it will be wasted.