Sunset Peak of Xiaocui Mountain.

At sunset, the glow of the luminous stone on the top of the cave illuminates the interior of the cave, a stone table, and four stone chairs.

If you look closely, one of the two stone chairs is ugly, and the stone chairs are full of pits, as if they have been visited by meteorites. The other stone chair looks a little better, the four legs are not like the other three, but the middle is hollowed, and the four round stone pillars are on the chair surface, and the bottom is round base, which looks more elegant.

"Who made this chair?" asked Wang Ming, pointing to the beautiful stone chair, with no joy on his face.

Jiang Ping and Jiang Tong stood side by side, stepped forward and responded: "Back to Master, it's me." ”

"Okay, very good!" Wang Ming nodded, and before Jiang Ping could get happy, he turned to say, "Bells and whistles, flashy, quit the door, add two more years!"

"Two years?" Jiang Ping couldn't help but break his fingers, he heard from Niu Buli that anyone who enters the Qingshi Sect disciple must move stones for three years when he enters, and those who persist will only enter the door. If the outer disciples can reach five years, they will also be allowed to enter the mountain gate.

How am I treated as an outer disciple?

"Master!" Jiang Ping naturally didn't want to spend more time on moving stones, he couldn't wait to be able to cultivate today and improve his strength as soon as possible.

Wang Ming squinted at Jiang Ping, "Are you not convinced?"

"Don't dare, just obey orders. Jiang Ping found that the master was not joking, and immediately responded.

"Jiang Tong, you and Jiang Ping will go together in four days, you will be four years, and he will be six years. ”

"Yes, Master. Jiang Tong was still laughing at Jiang Ping, but when he heard that his three years had become four years of eggplant, he was aggrieved but didn't dare to refute it, Jiang Ping's bloody example was in front of him, and of course he didn't dare to touch the teacher's head.

Jiang Ping had just been reprimanded, so he naturally didn't dare to oppose it anymore. Anyway, it is much better than the outer disciples, and it is much stronger than his initial expectations, and when he thought about it, he suddenly felt that the time was not long.

Happiness is comparable, and it is true.

He glanced at Jiang Tong and said depressedly, "Do I really want to call this kid Senior Brother?"

Wang Ming ignored Xiao Jiujiu in the hearts of the two of them, and said, "You guys have a good rest today, and I'll teach you to cultivate immortals early tomorrow morning." ”

"Congratulations, Master. Jiang Ping and the others sent Wang Ming away, their faces drooped, even if they knew that they could start cultivating immortals tomorrow, they couldn't be happy.

After three days of fighting, the two of them have completed the preliminary test of the master, and next, it is a six-year precept to move stones, and it is really nothing to make a stone chair.

"Two immortal masters, Hua is bringing you dinner. A monk with white temples, not tall and two small eyes, and he didn't know if he had woken up, he rode a fairy deer, flew to Sunset Peak, and called at the door of the stone cave.

Jiang Ping ran out and took the food box in Monk Huazheng's hand, "Uncle Hua, this time it was your old man who sent us food, what about Brother Hua?"

Hua Zheng bent down and said respectfully: "The flower has fallen to Zhengri Peak." ”

"Hualuo went to test the spiritual root?" Two days ago, it was a twelve-year-old boy who came to deliver the food, Jiang Ping happened to be tired of cutting stones and resting, chatted with him a little more, and learned that Hualuo was about to go to Zhengri Peak to verify the spiritual root for the second time.

"Then I have to wait for the good news from Brother Hua, and when the good news comes from Brother Hua, Uncle Hua will add meat for the two of us. Jiang Ping opened the food box and called Jiang Tong, "Meat!" Jiang Ping's eyes lit up, and as soon as he talked about meat, he came.

Hua Zheng took the food box left over from last time, said thank you and flew away on a deer.

Jiang Ping ate the meat into his abdomen, and the meat turned into aura and was absorbed into the meridians, which operated on their own and returned to the dantian.

"It would be nice if there was enough meat to eat. Jiang Ping stretched his waist, for the first time he wanted to become a foodie, if he could become a high-level immortal cultivator, what a beautiful thing.

The two of them ate dinner and fell asleep in a daze.

The Xiuzhen Sect is too big, and there are trivial matters that need to be dealt with, so there are outer disciples. Digging mountains, building caves, planting spiritual objects, raising spiritual objects to make food for qi refining cultivators, and so on all need to be carried out by people.

Most of them have spiritual roots, which is extremely poor. But they would rather practice the immortal law as a slave in the Xiuzhen Sect than be mortals for a lifetime.

In case of...... What if something went wrong when measuring the spirit root, isn't it so bad?

The sky was bright, Jiang Ping woke up in a daze and subconsciously looked at the entrance of the cave, it was pitch black outside the entrance of the cave, and there was not even a trace of light.

The glow of the luminous stone is hazy, faintly illuminating the stone cave.

"Master?" On the side of the stone table, there was a person sitting on the ground, who was his mentor.

Jiang Ping's voice woke Jiang Tong up, and the two of them hurriedly got up and saluted Wang Ming.

Wang Ming opened his eyes and stood up: "Are you two awake?"

Isn't this nonsense, they all got up and saluted.

"Today is the first day for the teacher to teach you to cultivate immortals. Wang Ming waved his hand, three futons appeared on the ground, and the three of them sat down one after another.

"Do you think there are immortals in the world?" Wang Ming didn't look at the reaction of the two people, and asked, his expression was a little trance, this is a look that Jiang Ping and the two have never seen.

Jiang Ping peeked at Jiang Tong and found that he was also in the clouds.

"I guess there is. Otherwise, what are we Qingshi Sect 3,000 monks doing to cultivate immortals?" Jiang Ping thought for a moment and responded.

"Three thousand monks?" Wang Ming sneered, "There are eight thousand monks now, but what's the use, they are all a group of useless monks, and they don't know what cultivating immortals is." ”

Jiang Ping and the others were speechless, "Eight thousand? Master actually looked down on other immortal cultivators so much......"

"Awesome, awesome!"

"Ninety percent can't build a foundation, and after building a foundation, ninety percent can't achieve Jindan, let alone Yuan Ying turning into a god!" Wang Ming sneered, obviously quite disdainful of those monks, and even felt that it was a waste of saliva to mention them.

"Master, you said that the other monks don't know what immortal cultivation is, didn't their elders teach them?" Jiang Tong was also confused, and asked Wang Ming boldly.

"You know that the cultivators are divided into Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Jindan and other levels, right?" Wang Ming asked.

"Yes, we've heard Senior Brother Niu mention it. Jiang Ping and the others nodded.

"Okay, then I'll tell you about this immortal cultivator in detail. ”

Wang Ming stood up and walked around the stone cave.

"Why the rank of cultivating immortals is so divided, no one knows. But this cultivation process has been passed down for too long, too long. ”

"The Qi refining period, also known as the Qi gathering period, gathers the vitality of heaven and earth, incorporates it into the body, nourishes one's soul, and the dantian breath is like smoke. Wang Ming stopped and looked at Jiang Ping, "You have been running Xiao Zhou Tian for a long time, and the qi of the dantian has already been reached, but the aura is not spiritual, so you need to re-cultivate, I will pass on your specific method, you need to practice seriously, so that you can have a chance to break the shackles of your body and run the Great Zhou Tian." ”

"This is the early stage of qi refining, when the soul is strong enough to control the aura in the body, separate the aura from the body, and draw talismans to drive things, it is the middle stage of qi refining, and you can practice flying at that time. ”

"In the later stage of qi refining, through the god of souls, take the earth essence in the mud pill palace, place it in the dantian, and then extract the spirit of the spiritual energy, and plant the spirit in the earth essence, and completing this step is the peak of the late stage of qi refining. Wait for the aura to water, grow three yellow rhizomes, bear leaves, and complete the foundation, this foundation is the foundation of cultivating immortals, the source of all the strength of our monks, from here!"

"Therefore, this stage is very important!"

Seeing the puzzled expressions of Jiang Ping and the others, Wang Ming stopped and asked, "You guys should ask now." ”

"Master, what is the God of Souls?" Jiang Ping's eyes widened, and he found that the process that Master said could still be understood, but these words really didn't know what they were.

"The god of souls. The two of you know that ordinary mortals also have spirits, for example, after you worked hard to make the stone chair yesterday, do you want to sleep with your head bored? That is, your mental power consumption is too high, resulting in mental malaise, and this god is the god of souls, and the souls complement each other, the souls are there, and the gods are there. ”

"What you need to do is to cultivate your gods! Discover gods and experience gods!" Wang Ming looked at Jiang Ping, "Especially you, you must raise your gods big enough to break through your own shackles." Only then can you complete the operation of the Great Zhoutian, so as a teacher, you will be able to move stones in the Jiemen for six years. In the past six years, you don't have to rush to take out the earth essence of the Mud Pill Palace with the gods. Just recuperate. ”

"Master, why is this? Am I different from other monks? Besides, how should I cultivate my spirit?" Jiang Ping asked, he was a little apprehensive in his heart, compared to the two uncles of Hongyi and Hongguang, Master was much stronger than Hongyi Hongguang, and his words would definitely not be wrong.