On that day in Qingya Mountain, her teacher Chai He taught the Tao and officially taught her this immortal cultivation method "Mixed Spirit Decision".

At the beginning, Hua Yingben practiced this exercise as an ordinary internal exercise, and it was only after embarking on the immortal path that she slowly learned the truth of this exercise.

It wasn't until today that she gradually discovered that this "Mixed Spirit Decision", which could not be found in Dongshanfang City and the major shops in Guyue Immortal City, was actually a very rare book of exercises for the Five Spirit Root Cultivators.

At this moment, Hua Ying flipped through the book again, and her mind was full of questions.

"Master, is she also a monk?"

Thinking back to some of the things that Master had repeatedly told him when he was going up the mountain that day, inexplicably, a hot heart in Hua Ying's chest actually thumped violently.

After contemplating her eyebrows for a moment, a flash of joy flashed on her face, and she muttered to herself in a slightly determined tone:

"It must be, Master's immortal appearance, like an immortal crane in the clouds, must also be an immortal cultivator! Otherwise, she wouldn't have deliberately let me practice this Five Elements Exercise, Master, she must have already seen my qualifications for the Five Spiritual Roots."

As soon as this thought appeared, it firmly occupied Hua Ying's mind and lingered.

She was excited and sad as she paced back and forth. But after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't figure out the last question.

"But if Master is an immortal cultivator, why would he be harmed by mortals."

Hua Ying was puzzled by this matter, and after thinking for a long time, she didn't come up with a reason, so she sat back on the stool.

"If that's the case, maybe my senior sister is the same as me, and she has already been taught the method of cultivating immortals by the master, but I don't know if the senior sister knows about it."

After a long time, Hua Ying sighed, and lay down on the table with a lonely expression, she closed her eyes gently, and all she thought about was the figure of Master and Senior Sister in her mind.

"Master, sister, what's wrong with you, woo"

In her grief, she picked up a pot of eggs on the table and ate them one by one.

"Ugh."

After eating, Hua Ying's depressed mood also improved a lot, she picked up the book "Cultivating the Truth and Secrets" again, and then looked through the other chapters in the book.

Although the record of the spiritual root is detailed, it does not occupy much space in the whole book, only the first few pages.

After Hua Ying only roughly flipped through it for the time being, she put the book away, and she planned to study it more carefully in her spare time in the future.

There are other things to do at the moment, in addition to planting and taking care of the spirit grass, it is also necessary to continue to open the furnace for alchemy.

That day, Meng Bu gave Hua Ying dozens of spirit grass seeds, most of which were low-level spirit grasses, and the star condensation grass seeds only accounted for a small part, and she planted them all in the field, and they grew rapidly in the past few days, and it should not take much time to be able to harvest and use.

In addition, Hua Ying also had some antiques in her hand that she had harvested from the ancient Xiu Cave Mansion that day.

It's just that those things are really strange, when she hid in the jade pendant space a few days ago, she bothered to fiddle with it for a long time, but she didn't find a single one that worked.

Gu Xiu's storage bag seemed to be broken, and it couldn't be opened, and the mouth of the bag seemed to be sewn shut with needles and threads.

After Hua Ying's kneading to no avail, she was extremely disappointed and thrown aside.

Except for the storage bag, the rest of the items she harvested were all things that could only be seen and could not be used.

The brass tripod found in the earth fire room was as thick as death, and the firewood from the spirit wood burned could not be burned at all.

No matter how much firewood Hua Ying added and how much firepower she added to burn it, the brass furnace was always cold and cold, and it couldn't be used for alchemy.

In the end, she was so angry that she stomped her feet and threw the ding directly into the chicken pen and used it as a container for Linggu feed.

As for the remaining two jars of white seeds and twigs and tubers, as well as a pile of air-dried sweet potatoes, these were obviously things that could be taken and planted, but Hua Ying didn't take them and put them aside for the time being.

She didn't know what kind of spirit grass seeds these things were, so she didn't dare to plant them rashly, in case what kind of terrifying demon grass such as Cordyceps devouring grew out, she would be finished if she ate it in one bite.

After all, these are the things collected by the ancient monks, and no one knows if there are any murderous things in them, so Hua Ying has to be cautious.

After some exploration, Hua Ying found that she hadn't caught anything useful from the Ancient Monk Cave Mansion, either a broken bag or a rotten stove, and even a jade slip that couldn't be opened, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Fortunately, a storage bag seized from Steward Na Zhu made her tired heart feel a little comforted.

(End of chapter)