Some people often lament that life is too short, and that mortals have no more than a hundred years in their lives.

The so-called human death is like a lamp going out, and the life and death of mortals are just a blink of an eye, and there is a sentence behind the cultivation realm:

When the stars fall, the immortals fall.

Although immortals also have fallen, their longevity is far from comparable to that of ordinary people, which is why even if the cultivation realm is extremely cruel, there are countless desperate people who embark on the path of cultivating immortals.

Wei.

Xuantian Sect, the mountain behind the peak.

In the courtyard, a middle-aged man sat suspended in the air, and two people sat cross-legged below.

"Why is it mortal?"

The two looked at each other and said nothing.

"Why are you immortals?" The middle-aged man spoke again.

"The highest? Or the Eternal? One of them replied.

"How did you become an immortal?"

"Regardless of whether the spiritual root is good or bad, anyone who has nine knots can become an immortal."

The middle-aged man looked at the person who spoke, and nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, Mu Feng's comprehension is not to mention the sect, and he is also a leader among the young monks he has seen for his teacher, the question just now was asked by my master, and his old man said that when I really understand it, it is just around the corner to get married, but this is not easy." ”

The middle-aged man is the seventh elder of this Xuantian Sect, and his Dao name is Qingyunzi.

Qing Yunzi looked at the two of them and continued: "The two of you joined the sect on the same day, nearly five years have passed, Zhao Long is a rare Heavenly Spirit Root, and now he has eleven layers of condensation, and the entire sect can also be ranked among the best in the same period.

"And Mu Feng has not been able to induce qi into the body so far, this is related to your complicated spiritual roots, but don't be discouraged, if you think about it over time, you will definitely be able to successfully condense qi, okay, that's the end of today, you two go to cultivate."

As soon as Qingyunzi's voice fell, his body fell together, and he walked towards a place with his hands behind his back.

Mu Feng and the two also chatted a few words, and then each ran to a place they were familiar with and began to cultivate.

…

Next to the waterfall, Mu Feng sat casually on a boulder.

"Condensation... Is it too difficult to get the air into the body or am I too dull? Anyone with nine tricks can become an immortal, can't I be a herding wind? Just because I'm a waste spirit root? ”

Mu Feng muttered to himself, his fists clenched, but he didn't know that there seemed to be blood flowing out between his fingers, and when the blood flowed to the ring on his right index finger, the ring seemed to flicker slightly.

In fact, the waste spirit root is just a general term, in the cultivation world, in addition to the mutated spirit root, the single spirit root is called the heavenly spirit root, that is the pride of the sky, the double spirit root is called the true spirit root, second only to the heavenly spirit root, and the three spirit roots are called pseudo spirit roots, which can barely be cultivated.

As for the four spirit roots, they are called waste spirit roots, and they are almost out of the way to cultivate, and they are judged by the cultivation realm to be unable to cultivate at all.

And Mu Feng is a little different, he is the treasure of the waste spirit root, the five elements spirit root, to put it mildly, it is the waste spirit root of the waste spirit root, it stands to reason that no sect will accept him as a disciple at all.

Looking at the stream flowing below him, Mu Feng's emotions seemed to calm down a little.

He remembered when he hadn't come to this Xuantian Sect yet.

At that time, he and his grandfather were dependent on each other in a remote mountain village, not to mention any monks, not even the knights of the mortal rivers and lakes.

One day, several abnormal thunder sounds attracted the attention of the young Mu Feng, and then he saw that someone could actually stand in the air.

Later, he went to a master in the village to check various classics, and learned that it was a sign of the monk's catastrophe.

At that time, Mu Feng also longed for monks who could fly in the air.

In the past few months, the grandfather, who was in good health, suddenly became bedridden, and after handing over a ring to Mu Feng for a few words, he lost his life.

After Mu Feng buried his grandfather, a middle-aged man named Lin Qing came to fulfill his agreement with his grandfather and took Mu Feng away to take care of him.

After staying in the Lin family for three years, Xuantian Sect began to recruit disciples, and Lin Qing took Mu Feng to test, it should have been too poor to enter the sect, but after Lin Qing gave Qing Yunzi a thing, the latter made an exception and accepted Mu Feng as a disciple.

"It's been eight years since I left the village... I don't know what happened to Yue Yao and Uncle Lin now..."Mu Feng muttered in his mouth.

After a moment, Mu Feng regained his thoughts and took out a bottle of elixir from his arms.

This is the only bottle of Qi Condensing Pill he has now, which he won by making a private bet with Zhao Long.

Although Xuantian Sect will give disciples some pill resources every month to help them cultivate, it is limited to disciples who have successfully condensed qi, after all, if you use the pill without condensing qi, at most you can exert the effect of the pill, Mu Feng has also taken two pills and tried, but the cultivation speed has not changed in the slightest.

"Whew..."

After hesitating for a while, Mu Feng finally gave up using the pill, took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and spit out.

Condensation... Absorb the aura of heaven and earth into oneself, strengthen muscles and bones, invigorate blood vessels, and strengthen the body.

This is what Mu Feng is doing now, the foundation of the Qi Condensation Chapter in the Xuantian Gong of the Sect's Inheritance Exercises, only if the Qi is successfully introduced into the body, can it be regarded as truly stepping into the door of the monk.

However, in the five years since Mu Feng came to this Xuantian Sect, in addition to eating, drinking, and Lazar, although he has spent all his time on this qi induction into the body, he has not succeeded so far, which shows that the door of the monk is not so easy to step into.

…

Time passed like a stream beneath him, and in the blink of an eye, hours passed, and the sun was approaching.

Perhaps because of the setting sun, Mu Feng's body emitted a strange light, and the ring on his hand flickered again.

And above Mu Feng's face, it was extraordinarily calm, unprecedented calm.

"Here it is... Am I not cultivating next to a waterfall in the back mountain? Mu Feng looked around for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly.

There was nothing here, and the white mist rose all around, as if it were nothing.

"Feng'er, grandpa asked you, what is Fan?" A kind and familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Mu Feng looked back suddenly.

I saw a cloud of white mist slowly condense, and finally condensed into the appearance of an old man.

"Grandpa?" Mu Feng seemed to have tears in the corners of his eyes, and hurriedly ran to the fog.

"What is Fan?" The kindness in the voice dissipated and was replaced by harshness.

Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath to calm the emotions in his heart, and then thought about it, and after a long time, Mu Feng looked up at the old man.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows can be ordinary."

Although he couldn't see the expression of the fog shadow clearly, he seemed to know that the old man smiled with a little relief.

"What is Fan?"

Mu Feng was stunned again, and thought about it again, "If you follow it, you will be ordinary." ”

"Feng'er, what is Fan?" The old man asked again.

Mu Feng didn't think about it this time, he looked up at the old man, his eyes were firm, "The entire sect says that I am a waste spirit root, a waste, and cultivating will only waste resources, so it is better to give up as soon as possible, but Feng'er insists, although the cultivation has not been successful for five years, Feng'er still does not plan to give up, so..."

Mu Feng paused, and said with a smile: "So, all immortals are in one thought. ”

The old man nodded slightly, and the figure transformed by the mist suddenly dissipated.

"Ahh

Its sound reverberated throughout the mountains and forests like the roar of a tiger and a dragon.

The fish in the creek kept jumping as if they were also affected, and countless birds flew out of the forest.

"Was it a dream? But why is Grandpa's question so similar to Master... Could it be that Grandpa is also a monk? ”

After a while, a figure flickered in front of Mu Feng.

"Mu Feng, what's wrong with you? What's the roar? I thought something was wrong. ”

Mu Feng came back to his senses, and after seeing the appearance of the comer, he subconsciously asked, "Zhao Long?" ”

"Huh?" Zhao Long just wanted to say something, but he suddenly sighed lightly, and then his face showed joy, "Mu Feng, have you succeeded in condensing your qi?" ”

"Success?"

Mu Feng was stunned.

After being stunned for a long time, feeling the changes in his body, Mu Feng's face suddenly showed ecstasy, "Really! I did it! Punch me twice, it's not a dream, is it? ”

Zhao Long lightly hammered two punches in Mu Feng's chest, and then pointed under the other party, "Oh, look." ”

Mu Feng looked down.

I saw that there was a puddle of black liquid on the stone under me, and there was a foul smell.

Zhao Long pretended to cover his nose, took two steps back, and said with a smile: "See, right?" This is the impurities discharged from your body when you successfully condense your qi and help you quench your body, and your clothes are too, if it weren't for the white shirt you wore before, I would have thought that you were already wearing a black shirt, and it stinks to death. ”

Mu Feng squatted down, reached out and touched the black stain, and raised his sleeve to smell it, as if he didn't care about the pungent smell.

"Huh..."Zhao Long looked disgusted, "Still smell?" Wash yourself up, I'll go back and tell Master first to make him happy too. ”

Mu Feng smiled, jumped directly into the water, and his face showed unprecedented excitement.