Ninth brother, bring one, let's cook, otherwise the rice will burn, and the disciples outside the door will shout again. Zhang Dafang shouted, turned around with a few other fat people, and began to run around hundreds of cans.

Bai Xiaochun sighed, looked at the jar, and was wondering which one to choose, when he suddenly saw a jar pressed in the corner. This pot is special, not round, but oval. It doesn't look like a pot, but rather like a turtle shell, faintly visible and seems to have some blurred lines.

"Huh?" Bai Xiaochun's eyes lit up, he walked over quickly, squatted down to look at it carefully, moved it out, looked carefully, and showed a satisfied look in his eyes. He has liked turtles since he was a child, because turtles represent longevity, and the reason why he came to cultivate immortals is to live forever. Now he looks at the jar like a turtle shell. In his opinion, this is a very auspicious good sign. After taking out the pot, Zhang Dafang saw it from a distance and ran over with a big spoon.

"Senior Brother Nine, how did you choose this jar? I don't know how many years it has been there. No one has used it. Because it looks like a turtle shell, no one has ever carried it. Are you sure. Ninth junior brother? Zhang Dafang patted his stomach and persuaded him kindly. Of course, I want this jar. "Bai Xiaochun, the more you look at this pot, the more you like it, and the firmer you say. Zhang Dafang tried to convince him again. Seeing that Bai Xiaochun was determined to do this, he looked at him curiously and said nothing. After arranging a straw house for Bai Xiaochun to live in this fire kitchen, he went to work again.

By this time, it was already dusk. Bai Xiaochun was in the straw house, took a closer look at the turtle-shaped pot, and found that there were dozens of stripes on the back of the pot, but it was only very dark. If you don't look closely, it's hard to find it. He immediately felt that the pot was extraordinary, and carefully placed it on the stove. He looked at the house he was living in.

The house is simple, with a small bed, a table and chairs, and a copper mirror on the wall. When he looked around the room, there was a purple light on the bland and tasteless pan behind him, which had gone out. For Bai Xiaochun, a lot happened on this day. Although he came to the fairytale world of his dreams, he was still overwhelmed. After a moment, he took a deep breath, his eyes shining with anticipation. "I want to live forever!"

Bai Xiaochun sat aside and took out the pocket given by the pock-faced woman in the handyman's office. There was an elixir, a wooden sword, an incense burner, various clothes and tokens, and finally a bamboo book with a few small characters written on it. "Purple gas controls the peak, and the gas condenses." At dusk, when Zhang Dafang and the others were busy in the stove room, Bai Xiaochun in the room was looking at the bamboo book with anticipation. He came here for eternal life, and the gate of eternal life is in his hands.

After taking a few deep breaths, Bai Xiaochun opened the bamboo book and looked at it. After a moment, Bai Xiaochun's eyes were full of excitement. There are three paintings in this bamboo book. According to the above statement, spiritual practice is divided into two realms, condensation qi and foundation, while purple qi is divided into ten layers, which correspond to ten layers of condensation qi. Each time you repair a floor, you can control external objects for your own use. When you reach the third floor, you can control objects that weigh less than half as much. By the time you get to the sixth floor, you'll have more than half. When you reach the ninth floor, you will hear a loud bang.

As for the last layer, you can control the object with a weight of two tripods. It's just that there are only the first three layers, and the rest are not recorded in this bamboo book. If you want to practice, you need to follow specific breaths and movements before practicing the Purple Qi Dominating Ding Gong. Bai Xiaochun cheered up, adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes, posed for the first painting on the bamboo book, and only insisted on three breaths, screaming with soreness, unable to hold on, and that way of breathing also made him feel that he was out of breath.

"It's too hard. It says that in the first cultivation diagram, you can feel the movement of weak qi in your body, but I don't feel anything here except pain. Bai Xiaochun was a little upset, but in order to live forever, he gritted his teeth and tried again, so he stumbled until the evening, when he couldn't feel the qi in his body.

He didn't know that even a person with excellent qualifications would need at least a month to practice the first level of the Purple Qi Domination Skill without external forces, and he wouldn't feel angry at all when he was only here for a few hours.

At this moment, his whole body was sore, Bai Xiaochun stretched his waist and was about to wash his face. Suddenly, there was a loud bang outside the door. Bai Xiaochun stuck his head out of the window, and immediately saw a young man with a sallow, thin, and iron face standing outside the door of the courtyard of the fire kitchen.

"Who replaced my Xu Baocai's place, get out!"

As soon as Bai Xiaochun stretched out like this, the yellow-faced and thin-skinned young man immediately saw it, and his eyes fell on Bai Xiaochun's face, aggressive. "You took my place!"

"It's not me!" Bai Xiaochun shrank his head and pretended to be innocent, but it was too late. "Nonsense, you're so skinny, your head is so small, you're obviously new!" Xu Baocai clenched his fists and glared at Bai Xiaochun.

"It's really none of my business." Bai Xiaochun saw that the other party's anger seemed to explode, felt aggrieved, and said in a low voice. "I don't care, three days later, on the southern slope of the sect, you and I will fight to the death. If you win, the tone is tolerable. If you lose, this quota will belong to me. ”

Xu Baocai opened his mouth loudly, threw out a bloody book from his arms, and threw it directly on the windowsill in front of Bai Xiaochun, with countless bloody killing words written on it.

Bai Xiaochun looked at the bloody book and saw that there were so many bloody characters on it. I only felt the murderous aura on my face, and I was very angry in my heart.

When I heard the other side say that they would either fight or die, I took a particularly deep breath. "Brother, what's the big deal! It hurts to write so many words in my own blood. ”

"How big is it? Ah, I've saved up seven years, seven years, seven whole years! Filial piety to the deacon, this is just in exchange for the qualification to enter the furnace room, but you have a kick, I can't hold on to you, and in three days, either you die or I live! Xu Baocai was hysterical and gritted his teeth.

"I'm not going." Bai Xiaochun quickly picked up the bloody book with his fingertips and threw it out of the windowsill. "You!" Xu Baocai was about to lose his temper when he felt the ground tremble and there was a large pile of meat next to him.

The corners of Yu Xing's mouth twitched, and he began to doubt his judgment, how could this guy be so afraid of death?

Everyone else knocked on the door, and he said shrink, and he really shrunk.

Is this kind of mind really a child of luck? This made Yu Xing hesitate a little, feeling that he might be out of sight.

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(End of chapter)