When she reached the top of the mountain, Mingying only felt that her body was hollowed out.

There happens to be a platform at the top of the mountain, right on the edge of the cliff, surrounded by a few sparse peach blossom trees.

When she was panting against the tree, Mingying saw the sun slowly emerging on the horizon not far away.

The rising sun's rays are not dazzling, and under the obscuration of the clouds, it radiates its own rays little by little.

The golden light reminded Mingying of Forget Chen's eyes as dazzling as the sun.

A faint lotus fragrance surrounded her, and Mingying glanced at the forgotten dust beside her now, and a feeling of uneasiness came to her heart.

With a bald head as obvious as the sun, he said loudly: "Let's swing the sword three thousand times today." ”

Ming Ying, who had not yet recovered from her recovery, blocked her chest in one breath: "What...... What three thousand times? ”

"Swing the sword three thousand times," Wangchen repeated, and added a sentence in passing: "Just use the Spring Return Sword in your hand." ”

Compared with knowing that the name of this sword is Chunhui Sword, Ming Ying cares more about this sword swing 3,000 times.

Why is it so hard to cultivate immortals?

She wanted to rise up, but in the end: "Forget the dust, how to swing the sword?" ”

Don't look at the posture when you kill the snake demon, it's all a fully automatic attack of the Spring Back Sword.

She's just a sword-wielder, and she really doesn't know anything about swordsmanship.

Forget the dust walked over.

Ming Ying was about to hand him the sword, but he didn't think that he would directly hold her hand, so he taught her hand.

The Spring Returning Sword slashed through the air, making a buzzing sound, and soon returned to its original place.

The lotus fragrance that was close at hand dissipated, and Ming Mingying, who was red-faced, started his training task of swinging his sword three thousand times.

There is no fully automatic Spring Return Sword with its own weight, and every swing of the sword consumes physical strength.

Forget Chen didn't lose his heart and didn't let people stop, but let Mingying rest at the right time.

Lunch was the fruit picked by Wangchen himself, and by the time Mingying's training was completed, it was already sunset.

Mingying, who was so tired, didn't care about the stinky sweat, found a clean big stone and lay down like this.

She originally wanted to take a breath, but as soon as she lay down, the warm slate behind her made her will weak, and her eyelids began to fight.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

It was warm at first, but at some point, it became cold.

Something enveloped her, like she was immersed in cold, sticky water, and she tried to struggle, but found she couldn't move.

Something weighing a thousand pounds was weighing on her, and she could only bear it all, and it was difficult to breathe.

Mingying subconsciously struggled, and finally opened her eyes, but saw a sky full of stars.

She sat up slowly, and found that she was still lying on the original stone slab, and the scorching temperature around her was still maintained, and the Spring Return Sword was at hand.

And it was covered with a heavy black cloak, and the fragrance of the lotus flower told who its owner was.

There's nothing strange about the body.

…… It's a dream......

Relieved, she looked around and saw the glowing brain on the edge of the cliff.

Ah, this, forget the dust this bald head, it's really eye-catching!

Packing up her cloak, Mingying got up and walked towards the other party.

As he walked, the red marks on the back of his neck and ankles loomed between the light clothes, but unfortunately the person concerned did not notice it.

"Forget the dust, these your cloaks." Mingying handed the folded cloak to Forgotten Dust.

The other party took it, but instead of putting it away, it was draped back on her.

"It's windy at night, don't catch a cold."

Obviously, the hand that forgets the dust has not touched the person, and it is even a distance away, but it feels inexplicably intimate.

Mingying awkwardly tied her belt, and then heard Wuchen say, "Why don't I teach you to cultivate tonight?" ”

“？” Mingying raised her head suddenly, and met those golden eyes, she was surprised: "Isn't that one cultivating during the day?" ”

The man in front of him smiled and reached out to cover her eyes: "It's the same during the day, but it's the other one that I'll teach you now, close your eyes." ”

Although she was puzzled, Mingying obediently closed her eyes.

After being deprived of sight, other senses become more acute.

The sound of the wind whistling, the sound of leaves falling to the ground, and the cries of the gnats were intertwined, but soon, the warm and soft green light suddenly enveloped her, and everything fell silent.

Various particles of light appeared in her sight, and then the green particles flew towards her, merging into the green particles that wrapped her.

At that moment, as if she had awakened her instinct, Ming Ying kept absorbing the green light particles around her, and the green light that wrapped her guided the light particles to store along the veins to her lower abdomen.

Every time the light particles enter, it is a pain that cuts the bones and pierces the heart, but it will soon be healed by the green light, and when the green light disappears, Mingying opens her eyes.

The stench on his face disappeared with a wave of his hand, and his tone was sincere: "Congratulations, Mingying, you have successfully introduced qi into your body, washed your muscles and cut your marrow, and officially stepped into the immortal path." ”

Ming Ying guided the green light particles she had just collected, looking at the tender green vines that had formed at her fingertips, and was a little confused: "I'm a wood spirit root?" ”

"Yes, Mu Tianlinggen, just like me," he looked very excited, but his face looked so pale: "In this case, you can continue to use the Spring Return Sword." ”

Ming Ying didn't quite understand what the Heavenly Spirit Root was, but she could feel that the green light particles she felt at the beginning would automatically enter her body.

At the same time, the Spring Return Sword, which has always been held in hand, can also be moved as you like.

It stands to reason that she can cultivate immortals, she should be happy.

But this spiritual root was exactly the same as Forgotten Dust, and his pale face made her even more uneasy.

But Forget Chen quickly stuffed a bracelet into her hand: "If you can mobilize your aura, you can just use the storage space, there are some books related to cultivating immortals, Mingying, you can read it slowly when you have time." ”

"I ......" Mingying wanted to say something, but Forget Chen interrupted her again: "It's late, I'll send you back to rest, and we'll cultivate again tomorrow." ”

Without waiting for her to refuse, he waved his hand and sent the man back down the mountain.

After the silence around him returned, he finally couldn't hold back his breath.

Bright red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and soon stained the placket of his clothes, revealing a black hole the size of a fist in his lower abdomen, in which blood flowed, his complexion was even more ugly than before, and even revealed a kind of gray white that only a dead person has.

Like a plant that has lost its vitality, it will soon wither.

He took out a thin piece of red yarn from the storage ring and kissed it gently, looking crazy and obsessed.

"Even if you are destined to not be able to cultivate immortals? I have a way to keep you. ”

"Ah Ying, the Avenue of Immortality should be more interesting with you......"

"I'm looking forward to it, what will you look like?"