There are stargazing platforms in the world,

The stars in the sky, in their most suitable position, shine in the established orbit for eternity.

A woman appeared under the stars tonight.

Everyone hurriedly knelt down, their foreheads pressed against the ground, because the ground was a little damp on a cold night, and many people's lips became a little pale.

No one dares to raise their heads.

She is the master of the starry sky.

The light of the day, how can you know the depth of the night?

She left many years ago, leaving such a bold sentence.

Absolute silence, no sound.

She hadn't commanded yet, and everyone just waited obediently, without the slightest resentment in their hearts.

It's just that I'm a little curious, why don't I see that little girl?

In the past, it was she who spoke out to help them out.

How could the Lord of heaven notice them?

The ground on a cold night is really biting.

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As the night deepened, the stars filled the sky, becoming the only source of light in the sea of clouds. But the fog on the top of the mountain was so thick that even the brightest light could not illuminate it.

The north here is a little different, it is humid but not dry, and the air is very humid all year round, and the water vapor is diffuse, which makes the night a little heavier.

The ancient tower stood quietly, and the vision in it did not know when it dissipated, leaving it to point to the sky, waiting for the arrival of light.

The Dean was excited at this time, and his eyes lit up as he looked at the little ones. Under the gaze of so many people, the little ones seemed very restrained at the moment and didn't know what to do, and at this moment their hearts were full of doubts about what the previous dean said, "half smoke, half burial".

"Hey, what are you nervous about, now it's really pie in the sky, and luck has fallen directly on your heads. ”

"I really can't imagine that the smoke covers the soil and buries this kind of creation, and the degree of defying the sky can be called the foundation of the real bottom of the box in our backyard. ”

"I'm an old guy who has always been so generous when it comes to cultivating talents. Have you ever seen someone as generous as me, just a little bit of background, I don't feel distressed at all. ”

"I once traveled and saw a talented little guy and thought I could train it first. You know what I gave him...... Cloud Spirit Jade!"

The dean kept emphasizing to the little guy how this creation is against the sky, not only that, but there are dozens of examples in an all-round and multi-level way, praising how generous he is to "teach talents without sticking to one pattern".

"Who, I'm a little thirsty. ”

The dean slowly took out a wisp of tobacco from his arms, twisted it together with his fingertips, sniffed it lightly close to the tip of his nose, and said with slanted eyes at Yunxi on the side.

The teacup was right next to him, but others just couldn't see it.

Yun Xi was unhappy when he saw this, and his eyes didn't know where to fly.

The dean really felt a little thirsty, and coughed twice heavily, reminding him "kindly".

There was no way, there was a request for help, Yun Xi finally respectfully brought the teacup to the dean.

The dean nodded with satisfaction, took the teacup, took a sip lightly, moistened his throat and said solemnly: "There are many great truths in the world, such as the sentence you read more in the library pavilion: everything has life, everything depends on how you arouse its spirituality.

"This is called inspiration. ”

The little ones are all listening attentively at the moment, which is about their future.

The dean looked at the expectation in their eyes, which was a beauty that they didn't have, and gradually put away the previous drama and continued: "And the so-called spiritual revelation is also called enlightenment. All animists can cultivate, but not all of them can cultivate, and some methods are needed to cultivate. Lingqi is the general name of this method, and it is a key to open the path of cultivation, which can open the great secrets of the human body and comprehend the aura of heaven and earth. However, each race has a different way to open it. Even the Terrans, and even many special races don't even need inspiration. ”

"And when you can initially perceive the aura of heaven and earth, you can stimulate the memory fragments in your bloodline to form an ancestral talisman. This is the blessing left by the ancestors, mysterious and unpredictable, within the known range, it can be divided into three levels of heaven, earth and man, each level has three grades. ”

Lin Mu stared, silently listening to every word, engraved it in his mind, and did not dare to relax in the slightest.

The same is true for the other little guys, even Tang Xiaotang and Yun Xi, who have always been the most skinny, are constantly rubbing the corners of their clothes with their two hands, and they don't dare to come out.

This was the first time they had heard this, and they were a little nervous at the moment, more curious, with two small eyes, shining brightly, and tilting their heads. It seems that he is fantasizing that after today, he will officially step into the line of cultivation, and the blush on his face can't help but deepen a little when he thinks of this.

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"The opening of the ancestral pattern means that you have officially stepped into the line of monks, and you can be called a little cultivator. The old man looked at the red-faced little ones, and laughed and teased again.

"Okay, not much to say. Let's get started now, and I wish you all success. ”

As he spoke, the dean got up, pushed open the door and waved for the children behind him to follow.

It was about 20 zhang behind the ancient tower, and before the children could get close, they were hit by a wave of heat in front of them, and the hair in front of their foreheads became very obedient and firmly stuck to their faces.

The smell of medicine came to my nose, and my footsteps seemed to be much lighter......

With a raise of the dean's hand, the fog gradually lifted.

An irregular swampy quagmire appeared in front of the eyes of the little ones, and the pool was not very small, but large enough to accommodate a dozen adults.

At this moment, there is a busy figure on the edge of the pool, constantly selecting medicinal materials from some cloth bags, and putting them on the edge of the pool.

The little ones were a little surprised, it was none other than their favorite big brother.

The dean still carried his hands behind his back, stepped forward unhurriedly, and smiled silently.

Lowering his body, he picked up the top one with the nearest pile of medicinal herbs, which was a very ordinary herbaceous herb with a turquoise shape.

The four heart-shaped verdant drips, the edge of the leaf is a circle of golden patterns, and then under the sunlight, sparkling, the veins are clear, as if there is a trace of charm circulating in it.

Seeing this, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, this is at least a three-hundred-year-old Phnom Penh four-leaf clover." ”

After speaking, a red flame suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, like a small red snake, spitting apricots, and rolled up the medicinal herb at once.

"Zi, zi, zi. ”

The moment the herb first comes into contact with the flame, it slowly condenses into a liquid form.

A cloud of turquoise liquid, floating in midair. Seeing this, the dean smiled slightly, threw a throw at the puddle in front of him, and melted into the water.

Next, the old man picked up another herb with a dark red body, boiled it into a liquid in the same way, and threw it into the water.

"Brush-brush-brush-"

One after another of the medicinal herbs were refined by the old man, and they were continuously thrown into the pool.

This process has lasted for a long time, even the old man is a little unbearable, and slowly at the tip of the nose, large beads of sweat begin to appear, rolling downward, dripping into the soil.

With, the last herb was refined and thrown into Tan.

The whole process lasted for a long time, and the piles of medicinal materials like a mountain were all refined by him and put into Tanzhong.