It wasn't until his breathing became unstable that Bai Xiaochun recaptured the wooden sword. He was about to continue his practice when he suddenly smelled the fragrance coming from the side of the pot. He raised his head and took a deep breath, his appetite immediately kicking. On this day, he was so busy with his cultivation that he forgot that the rice in the pot was still cooking. He stepped forward and opened the lid.

When the lid is opened, the rice in the pot emits a strong aroma. Just on the rice, for some reason, there is a sharp silver nugget!

This silver grain is very noticeable. Taking a closer look at it will even give you a thrilling feeling. However, over time, it gradually turns dark silver.

Bai Xiaochun squinted his eyes, thought about it, took out the grain of rice, and looked at it in his hand.

"This grain looks familiar......" Through Bai Xiaochun's eyes, I looked down at the stove and found that the fire inside had long been extinguished. Even the wood had turned to ashes, and a bright grain on the pot had faded again.

He immediately realized that the silver grains on the rice were exactly the same as the ones on the back of the pot. Frustratingly, Bai Xiaochun didn't eat the rice, but put it in a cloth bag just in case.

After thinking for a while, he walked out of the house and worked with Zhang Dafeng and others. Time passed, and half a month passed quickly. In the past half month, Bai Xiaochun's spiritual practice has stopped again, and the progress has been slow.

However, he also found that when others cooked, there would not be any silver threads. Strangely, he felt more and more that there was something wrong with his rice grains, especially the pot, and even more strange. Finally, a few days later, when the Black Hills go to the stove kitchen to buy what he needs, he goes to the Hayes room, where he discovers that the handyman can go where he knows common sense. After returning from the Hayes room, Bai Xiaochun's heart was beating violently.

He resisted his surprise until he returned to his room. He immediately took out the grains of rice and looked carefully at the silver grains on them, slowly revealing an incredible color in his eyes.

"Immortal cultivation, there are three basic refining, that is, refining medicine, refining tools, and refining spirits!" Bai Xiaochun thought of the elven paintings described in the ancient books I had checked in the Hayes room, comparing the silver lines on the rice, the more I looked, the more I looked. "Refine the spirit!" After a long time, he exhaled.

Elvenism is a special method of infusing the power of heaven and earth into items. It's like using the method of creation instead of heaven to plunder and strengthen the power of heaven and earth.

Whether it is a pill, incense or a magic weapon, it can refine essence qi, which is not allowed by heaven and earth. Therefore, there is a certain possibility. Once successful, it can greatly increase the power of the article.

If it fails, it will turn the item into scrap directly under the power of heaven and earth. The most amazing thing about refining the spirit is that it can add, refine and refine. Even if you can successfully refine the spirit ten times, you can make things change dramatically. The more precious things are, the more terrifying they become when they are combined with a delicate soul.

However, the lower the chance of success, even some practitioners do not dare to try it easily. After all, the cost of failure is unbearable.

"It is said in the ancient book that the Forest Guard Treasure of Lingxi Gate is a heavenly sword, and it has been refined ten times in a lifetime!"

Bai Xiaochun felt a little dry mouth, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes were already frightened, and he was even more confused, subconsciously looking at the dozens of blurred lines in the turtle pattern pot, his heart was beating faster, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

He had now determined that the reason why Lingmi was refining Ling Wen was this jar. He hesitated for a moment, and Bai Xiaochun gritted his teeth. If he doesn't solve the mystery, he won't be able to sleep.

However, he also knew that if the jar was really good, then the secret would not be known to a second person. Then he waited until late at night, then he cautiously came to the pot, and after taking a deep breath, the wooden sword that suffered from gains and losses controlled him, and threw him into the pot in the same way as he threw down the spiritual rice that day.

As soon as the wooden sword fell into the pot, there was no special change. Bai Xiaochun snorted lightly, unwilling to open his eyes wide, staring at the wooden sword carefully.

But after waiting for half a day, nothing strange happened.

Bai Xiaochun thought for a moment, looked at the lines on the turtle shell pot, and then looked at the wood ashes in the stove. He walked out of the room thoughtfully, and returned a moment later, holding in his hand a few pieces of wood that had been in the same wood as in the old stove. This wood is also common in stove rooms. He still found Zhang Dafeng and asked for some.

When the wood was lit, Bai Xiaochun immediately saw the first stripe on the turtle's inner lining pot, and it lit up again. The firewood burned quickly and gradually went out. When Bai Xiaochun moved, the wooden sword in the pot suddenly flashed with silver light.

Bai Xiaochun took a few steps back, and soon the light dissipated, and he immediately felt a keen feeling coming from the pot. He took a deep breath and cautiously approached. He saw the wooden sword in the pot. There is a silver vein that is as sharp as a lingmi. The grain slowly disappeared and finally turned into dark silver.

The entire body of this sword is slightly different from before. Although it is still made of wood, it gives a sharp connotation of metal. Bai Xiaochun is shining now.

He cautiously took out the wooden sword, feeling heavier. He even felt a chill when he approached it. "Yes, this is the spiritual practice of the success of the wooden sword.

Bai Xiaochun was ecstatic, holding the wooden sword in love, then looking at the pot, wondering what to do with it, and finally decided to put it here, the more this happened, the more no one cared.

As for the Lingmi, it was eaten, but the wooden sword was not easily seen. Bai Xiaochun was thinking about covering it with some dye, which might weaken Ling Wen's light.

Thinking of this, he cleaned up a bit, walked out of the house, and pretended that nothing was right, until a few days later in the evening, he would collect some of the various juice brushes on the wooden sword during this time in the stove room, so that this wooden sword looked colorful and tattered, and then manipulated, and found that the spirit lines did cover a lot, not so obvious, so he nodded with satisfaction. In the next few days, Bai Xiaochun was like a duck in the kitchen on the stove against water.

Together with several older brothers, he became acquainted with the work of the stove room. In particular, different spiritual foods require different fires. He even divided the fire into one color and two colors. He also understood that the wood under the turtle shell pot was the wood that produced a monochromatic flame.

In particular, Zhang Dafang likes Bai Xiaochun very much and loves it even more. A few months later, he did it, as Zhang Dafang once said, to make Bai Xiaochun fat.

Today, when he first entered the sect, he was no longer thin. The whole person gained weight several times, but it happened that he was whiter and more harmless to people and animals.

(End of chapter)