The dusky yellow color has seven colored textures, and the surface is not very smooth, but has countless tiny granular bumps. Xiao Shisanlang looked at it carefully, and became more and more sure of his judgment, this inconspicuous pill should be the rumored cultivation elixir - Sitting on the Ground Pill!

Sitting on the ground, take the meaning of taking root. All things have spirits, and all things must have roots. Plants have roots to survive, and if you are a monk, you need to have roots to step into the true path of cultivation and seek the method of immortality.

It is said that it is a holy medicine for cultivating truth, not because of how high its level is, but because nine out of ten cultivators need to use it. Its function is actually very simple, it can reduce the difficulty of the monk to attack the foundation building level, and increase the chance of forty percent out of thin air.

Every monk needs to face the foundation building, and there are hundreds of millions of monks in the world, so although the Sitting Pill is only a second-level pill, it is not cheaper than a third-level or even fourth-level pill, and it is even more difficult to find. Xiao Shisanlang knew that it was because Tashan did not sit on the ground and worked hard for decades to build a successful foundation, so that he missed the best time, and he couldn't make an inch, and there was no possibility of a breakthrough.

As a disciple of a dignified sect, Tashan's qualifications are not bad, but because of this, he has cut off his path, so he can only join the war alliance to seek the more slim path of physical sanctification. The preciousness of the Sitting Pill is beyond words to describe, and it is a treasure that no one will easily match.

Thinking of this, Xiao Shisanlang's heart swelled with emotion, and he sighed unconsciously: "It is said that the colder the face, the hotter the heart, although I have never seen what the teacher looks like, I think she must have an iron face, the kind that is as cold as ice." ”

If such ungrateful words were uttered, the old woman would not know how to feel when she heard it. The strange thing is that after getting such a rare elixir, Xiao Shisanlang didn't see how excited he was, but said to himself with a wry smile: "The problem is, it may not be useful to me!"

Frowning and thinking for a while, Xiao Shisanlang buckled up the jade box, got up and came to a huge mirror inlaid in the side wall, and sat cross-legged. Then, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a sturdy body that was much stronger than his weak appearance, and looked in the mirror.

The monk is able to examine his own body and observe the subtleties in his body through inward vision. However, he didn't know Weishenme, he was still used to using a mirror, looking at the identical self in the mirror, Xiao Shisanlang's gaze was condensed in his heart, and he was silent.

There, there was a mark that was completely different from the ivory-colored skin around it, shaped like a five-pointed star, like a birthmark. Four of the characters are dim, and one corner is relatively bright, but there is a tendency to adduct and gradually form an arc.

Xiao Shisanlang's gaze focused on the unfinished arc on the chest of the person in the mirror. I looked at it for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said to myself: "You are really good, and you have helped me a lot." ”

In the mirror, his lips move slightly, replicating his movements and expressions, as if to ridicule his boredom, weakness, or helplessness.

"But you're too hard to serve, and you're too greedy!"

Xiao Shisanlang pointed to the mirror a little nervously, and said with emotion: "How many years have you been here?" You have always been like this, eating ten points and only spitting out two points, and making the master's cultivation untrue and false, I can't figure out what kind of realm it is. Tell me for yourself, isn't it too much!"

If familiar people see Xiao Shisanlang's appearance here, they will be surprised. The thirteenth young master, who has always been gentle and elegant, seems to have changed someone, with helplessness and a hint of mania. He himself was unaware, venting his anger and chattering in the mirror that did not speak.

"Since I can condense the vortex of spiritual power, it should be counted as foundation building cultivation, and it is written in the classics, am I right?"

"But because of you, I can only maintain it for an hour, and I need to go all out and not use the slightest bit of mana. Tell me, what's going on with me?Is it the foundation building, or the current eighth layer of qi refining?"...,

"The most infuriating thing is that every time I invoke spiritual power to condense a vortex, I have to be absorbed by you a lot! Not only does it make me unable to maintain it, but it also hurts the foundation, and the next condensation becomes more difficult. Tell me yourself, isn't it excessive!"

After questioning two excesses in a row, Xiao Shisanlang calmed down a little, and said helplessly: "Okay, I admit that you are also good to me, not only can you cultivate both spirits and demons, but you will also be more refined when you come back, so that I can pretend to be a god stick and cheat some small fortune." ”

"But since three years ago... You're getting even harder, more and more greedy, more and more outrageous, more and more..."

Wiping away a handful of bitter tears, Xiao Shisanlang said with a wry smile: "If my estimate is correct, I need to turn your little tip into a small round round before this situation can be stopped." Let's not talk about how difficult it is, build a foundation, at most I'll be quite strong, and it will be over if I absorb more spiritual weapons. ”

His eyes became sad, and Xiao Shisanlang said sadly: "But you still have four small spikes, does that mean that I will have to mess around like this four times in the future?" Does it mean that when the four realms break through, you have to serve your old man well before it can come to me?"

Speaking of this, Xiao Shisanlang waved his hand casually and put the pile of tattered magic tools and Tian Qiye's spirit weapon flying sword to the ground. Then he removed the gloves from both hands, revealing those magical palms.

If you look closely, you can see that the index finger and middle finger on his palm are clearly different from the other fingers. Among them, the two fingers of the right hand are as crystal clear as jade, but the two fingers of the left hand are obviously black, revealing an eerie and tyrannical atmosphere, for unknown reasons.

After getting ready, Xiao Shisanlang took a deep breath and poked out the four strange fingers, sweeping them over a truncated piece like a painting. He wasn't very fast, but he was extremely skilled, and he seemed to be familiar with the road, having done the same thing countless times.

It can be called a strange scene, where his fingers passed, whether it was a flying sword or a magic tool, all became gray and dull, and there was no trace of the special luster produced by the spiritual energy and demonic energy contained in it, like a pile of real scrap iron, spread on the ground.

As this process continues, so do his fingers. The two fingers of the right hand are even more crystalline, with a hint of a jumping shimmer, and there is a momentum that spreads to the next finger. The two fingers of the left hand are worse, and although the color has deepened, it is not very obvious, and there is no such crystal feeling, so I can't see anything abnormal.

Soon, Xiao Shisanlang absorbed all the fragments, breathed for a while, and quietly experienced it, with a wry smile on his face.

"And so it was. The higher the grade, the more essence it contains, and the more difficult it is to absorb. But this is the spiritual realm, and it is difficult to find even magic tools, let alone high-quality magic weapons. ”

"Do you want me to go to the Demon Realm? Otherwise, Weishenme must be a fellow spiritual and demon practitioner, and one of them is indispensable?"

"Even if you have enough magic weapons, you don't want my bottle to get bigger, and the amount I can absorb is naturally limited. If this cycle continues, I'm slower than a normal person in cultivation, so how can I satisfy your appetite? ”

“... Well, I must admit that in fact, I still have to be faster than the average person, and it should be counted as your credit. But can't you be more compassionate, be generous, and let us be faster?"

"We still owe debts! After using other people's most precious things, we always have to understand their wishes for others. We can't be white-eyed wolves!"

Xiao Shisanlang muttered for a long time, but never got a response. The person in the mirror silently repeats his movements and demeanor, extremely precise but extremely indifferent, revealing a sense of absurdity.

After some chattering and venting, Xiao Shisanlang still refused to accept his fate, and pleaded with grievances: "Can you not do this! This kind of thing is taboo for idiots to suck demons and souls, so they can only do it secretly." I didn't dare to ask for reason, what if I was caught and dissected as a guinea pig. ”...,

The words of the person in the mirror are sincere, and the expression is even more poignant, and the hard-hearted person will also have compassion when he sees it. Xiao Shisanlang looked at him for a long time, suddenly smiled lightly, and relaxed.

With a smile and two heavens, he seemed to change back in a moment, returning to that calm and quiet state, with a leisurely demeanor.

"Forget it, forget it! Destined to be together for a lifetime, it's better for us to be harmonious, don't make awkward things because of trivial things. ”

Dressed in an orderly manner, Xiao Shisanlang cleaned up the pile of real "waste slag" on the ground, looked at himself in the mirror again, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Anyway, you don't speak, you don't get angry at my sneering scolding, at least you have a good attitude!"

Holding his fists, he saluted the mirror and said seriously: "I should still be grateful to you, without your help, I am afraid that my soul would have been scattered, let alone any cultivation avenue and exploration of the path of immortality." ”

Shaking his spirits, Xiao Shisanlang said goodbye to the person in the mirror and said: "The Demon Domain is the Demon Domain, when I finish these few things in hand, I will go to the Yin Yang Canyon." Don't worry, even if you really can't get through, it's a big deal that it takes a long time and the process is a little slower, but there is still a way to think about it. ”

"Eliminate all evil! You can't kill easily, it's not really that you can't kill, and those who should be killed still have to be killed......

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At night, on the shore of Mirror Lake, the dark fog hangs low.

A stream can become a pond, a waterfall can grow a pool, and a valley can become a river. If all three are combined, a lake can be formed to nourish the water and soil.

Mirror Lake is the main source of water for Falling Spirit City. For thousands of years, Jinghu has silently accompanied the people here, experienced the staggered spring and autumn, looked at the changes of the world, and witnessed the haunts and honors and disgraces of countless influential figures, which can be described as a living history.

The scenery by the lake is not beautiful, but there is a natural quaintness. A random rock, it may be the foothold of a certain great person who looked at the lake back then, the weeping willows that can be seen when you raise your eyes, you may have witnessed the immortal fighting method, and the mirror-like ten thousand acres of lake water, which contains endless vicissitudes of life, revealing the indifference of wisdom to the extreme.

Day after day, year after year, Jinghu welcomes one layman after another, sending away one fairy, ghost and demon soul after another, the abundance of experience and the stability of the heart are beyond anyone's reach.

Tonight, Mirror Lake welcomes three special guests. A fairy in purple, a woman with pigtails, and a swarthy youth.

The lake gently slapped against the rocks on the shore, making a crisp sound, as if Jinghu felt a breath that made it feel heartbeat, and it rippled slightly.

The woman in purple stood on a reef, her posture was as tall as a cliff and a green pine, and her purple hair moved with the wind, giving birth to a lot of feathering and ethereal qi. Not far behind her, a man and a woman stood respectfully, looking at the back of the woman in purple, their eyes burning.

A calm voice suddenly sounded, and the woman in purple spoke, "The matter is done?"

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