In the bamboo garden, Xiao Chen walked forward, and a day could pass in a blink of an eye, but at this moment, in Xiao Chen's feelings, it became incomparably long, and his feet were heavy, and it seemed that every step of lifting and falling would take all his strength to do it. The body has long been numb, unable to feel the pain caused by the wound, and has gradually lost control of the limbs, and now it is just driven by an instinct to keep moving forward.

With blurred thoughts and confused vision, Xiao Chen stopped and shook his body.

Limited.

Even if he took one more step, his body, which was already on the verge of collapse, would fall to the ground, and Xiao Chen would not dare to guarantee that he could still maintain only a trace of sobriety in his mind, if he fell into darkness, it would mean the end of his life.

The wind is blowing.

Bamboo branches, bamboo leaves, and bamboo poles rattled, Xiao Chen slowly raised his head, just such a simple action, but it was extremely difficult for him to do at this moment, and a slightly illusory figure appeared in front of him, it was the burial bamboo.

"You won. He spoke simply, calmly and indifferently, his eyes were gentle, and he stretched out his hand and pointed out at this moment, "If you have the opportunity to see this woman in the future, help me ask her, why?"

Simple and straightforward, clean and clean.

With that, the figure suddenly dissipated and turned into a flood of spiritual light.

A bloodline seed that was only the size of a walnut flashed, instantly merging into Xiao Chen's body, and at the same time, this vast and endless bamboo forest suddenly trembled, and then quickly withered and died, turning into ashes in the wind and disappearing.

The space trembled, and eventually the pieces shattered and disappeared.

The dry body was on the verge of collapse, and at this moment, it suddenly trembled, and the spiritual power of Juanjuan in the dantian overflowed, and then turned into a surging wave that swept through every flesh and blood in the body along the meridians.

It was like a long drought, and the flesh was sore and numb, and it was endlessly comfortable, this was a feeling of suddenly ascending from a desperate death to heaven, which made Xiao Chen close his eyes unconsciously and his body tremble.

The flesh and blood were restored, the wound was scarred and fell off, the black hair was bright and scattered over the shoulders, and the dirt was instantly shocked into powder and dissipated.

After a while, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, his eyes returned to calm, he looked up at the moment and looked forward, the clouds and mist in front of him slowly dispersed, a green bamboo stood tall, the bamboo leaves rustled, and there was a nameless small flower under the bamboo, the color was blood red, and there were rattan wrapped around the bamboo poles, and the two depended on each other.

Xiao Chen's eyes were slightly condensed, slightly complicated, and he sighed lightly at this moment, "If I have the opportunity, I will complete the request." After saying that, he clenched his fist at the bamboo flower, and then his aura flashed slightly, and a pitch-black stone appeared in his hand, and the next moment, Xiao Chen's figure disappeared in an instant.

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Left eyebrow dojo.

Xiao Chen's figure appeared in the courtyard, Lingzhi was not there, but at this moment he didn't have time to wait, and his pace kept going straight to the room. After obtaining the Burial Bamboo Bloodline Seed, Xiao Chen did not leave the burial garden, but directly entered the Left Eyebrow Dojo and went all out to refine the bloodline and integrate it into his body.

Closing the door with his backhand, Xiao Chen's face was solemn, and the magic trick in his hand roared out into the void around the room, forming a mysterious obscure prohibition to protect it firmly, and then he sat down cross-legged on the ground, with a deep groan on his face. Refining the Burial Bamboo Bloodline Seed must have taken an extremely long time, and it was even more difficult for Xiao Chen, as a foreign monk, to refine himself, but with the Left Eyebrow Dojo in hand, this problem could be easily solved. The thirty-fold time flow rate difference gave him plenty of time.

After a while, Xiao Chen took out an hourglass timekeeping magic weapon with his backhand, and at this moment, thirteen spaces were revealed on it, and a little bit of spiritual sand was dripping down at a slow speed. After a little thought, Xiao Chen took out a blank jade slip with his backhand and left a message and raised his hand to knock it out.

"There are still seventy-seven days, seventy-seven months in the Left Eyebrow Dojo, which is also seven years and five months, the time should be enough, but even so, we must not slack off, and go all out to complete the refining!"

Xiao Chen's eyes instantly crossed the look of determination, slowly closed his eyes, and when his mind calmed down, his hands instantly pinched out the magic trick and put it in the dantian, and the mana in his body was transformed into an endless wave and swallowed the bloodline seeds in his chest.

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Time passed day by day, Xiao Chen began to enter the longest retreat since he entered the cultivation path, for seven years, the door was closed, if it wasn't for the ban that could sense the faint breath of the young palace master, I am afraid that Lingzhi would have already been unable to break in to find out.

In the first two years, the mana in the room fluctuated like a tide, and the sound of stormy waves could be heard for a long time, like a tide, and the sound was terrifying.

In three or four years, the voice gradually lowered, but it became more dense, rumbling like a spirit beast raging.

In five or six years, it has gradually become unheard, like spring rain moisturizing things, as if it has entered the end, but Lingzhi has waited for a long time, but the young palace master still has not come out.

Now, it's the end of the seventh year. The room was silent, Lingzhi stood quietly in front of the main door of the Shaogong, although he couldn't see his figure, but he could sense his breath, and he would feel inexplicably at ease in his heart.

"Actually, it is also an excellent thing to be able to accompany the young palace master every day like this, but seven full years have passed, and there is still May to reach the deadline in the young palace master's message. ”

Lingzhi pursed his lips, his teeth revealed, and he suddenly felt a little lost in his heart.

In five months, will the young palace master be leaving again?

Shaoqing, this girl chuckled and shook her head, she was still too greedy, she could be quietly by the side of the young palace master for seven years, what was not satisfied?

Lingzhi got up, and the figure suddenly dissipated into a flower garden in the corner of the small courtyard, and one of the Ganoderma lucidum grew quietly, exuding a little sweet smell, filling the space.

May time, like a shuttle slipping from the fingertips, this day, is already the last period, Lingzhi stood outside the door, his face showed hesitation, but a slight groan or silver teeth bite, want to push open the door, after all, the young sect master in the jade slip asked her, no matter what, he must be awakened before today.

But at this moment, the little girl had not yet exerted her strength, and the door had already "creaked" open.

Dressed in a green shirt, his face is warm, his dark eyes are shining and calm, although there has never been any breath leakage in his body, but he has a demeanor that breaks out of his body and permeates the surroundings, making people feel at peace in their hearts.

"The slave maid has seen the young palace master!" Lingzhi's pretty face showed a look of joy, and Ying Ying bowed down at this moment.

Xiao Chen chuckled, although he was in retreat, he could detect the breath of the little girl outside the courtyard by chance. During his retreat in the room, Lingzhi could be said to have never left for a moment, which naturally warmed Xiao Chen's heart. At this moment, he waved his hand slightly, stopped Lingzhi from bowing, and said with a smile: "Lingzhi doesn't need to be so polite to me in the future, if you want to, you can call me Brother Xiao Chen, it's always called the young palace master, it's too much to see." ”

Lingzhi's face was even more happy when he heard this, he lowered his head and twisted slightly, but he still opened his mouth like a mosquito, and when Xiao Chen's big brother spoke, his face was already crimson, and the red glow was dense.

Xiao Chen chuckled and nodded, groaned slightly at this moment, and said, "Lingzhi, how long has it been since my retreat today?" The hourglass could no longer be used after entering the left eyebrow dojo, and he didn't know how long it had been since this moment.

Lingzhi chuckled lightly when he heard this, "Brother Xiao Chen also said that your retreat has been on April 29 for seven years, and this is the last day, if you don't come out again, I will open the door to wake you up." ”

Xiao Chen was stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head slowly, it turned out that more than seven years had passed. As the saying goes, Dao cultivation has no time, but it was the first time Xiao Chen had such a feeling in his heart, after all, he had not been on the Dao path for a long time, and he had never experienced dozens or hundreds of years of cultivation retreat, so he was still a little uncomfortable with this. Although he already had a hunch in his heart that it would take a lot of time to refine the Burial Bamboo bloodline, it would take seven years, which was still much beyond Xiao Chen's expectations.

When he started refining, the bloodline seed was extremely stubborn and resisted desperately, Xiao Chen was afraid of damaging it and didn't dare to make a move with all his might, so he could only use mana to suppress it and slowly refine it. I don't know how long it took to complete the initial refining and integrate one of the pure bloodline powers into my body. But this bloodline is integrated, but it wants to swallow Xiao Chen's own bloodline and dominate, if this is the case, the bloodline in Xiao Chen's body will be completely changed and become a real member of the Ji clan, but this result Xiao Chen can't accept! Therefore, Xiao Chen began to suppress the Ji family's bloodline, urging his own bloodline to run and devour it. Although the two are still fused, they are dominated by Xiao Chen's own bloodline, supplemented by the bloodline of the Ji family. This process is undoubtedly extremely slow, and the Ji family's bloodline is extremely arrogant, and it took seven years to complete the complete fusion in the tug-of-war.

Even so, Xiao Chen was still extremely satisfied in his heart, and by fusing the Ji family's bloodline, he himself had gained great benefits, thinking of this, he couldn't help but show a little satisfaction on his face.

But at this moment, Xiao Chen's complexion suddenly changed, the outside world is a day of left eyebrow dojo for a month, and it is already the last day of May at this moment, isn't it the time of sunset on the last day of the March period in the outside world!

"Lingzhi, I'm in a hurry to take a step ahead. ”

With that, Xiao Chen took a step forward, and his figure disappeared.