Chapter 5 What to do if you lose your life

. As soon as the wooden sword fell into the pot, there was no special change, Bai Xiaochun sighed lightly, opened his eyes unwillingly, and stared at the wooden sword carefully.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no strange thing happening, Bai Xiaochun thought for a while, looked at the lines on the turtle pattern pot, and then looked at the wood ashes in the stove, thoughtfully, turned around and walked out of the room, and when he came back after a while, there were already a few more pieces of wood in his hand that were the same as in the previous stove.

This wood is not a particularly ordinary thing in the stove room, and he still asked for some after looking for Zhang Da Fat.

Ignited the wood, Bai Xiaochun immediately saw the first stripe on the turtle pattern pot, which brightened again, and the wood fire burned rapidly and gradually extinguished, when Bai Xiaochun's heart moved, the wooden sword in the pot suddenly shone with a silver light.

Bai Xiaochun took a few steps back, and after a while, the light dissipated, and he immediately felt a fierce intent coming from the pot.

He took a deep breath, approached carefully, and saw the wooden sword in the pot, and a dazzling silver pattern appeared that was the same as Lingmi, and this pattern was slowly fading, and finally became dark silver!

The entire sword body is slightly different from before, although it is still wooden, but it gives people a metallic sharpness, Bai Xiaochun's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to take out this wooden sword cautiously, feeling a little heavier, and when he got closer, he even had a feeling of coldness.

"It's done, this wooden sword has been successfully refined once. Bai Xiaochun was ecstatic, holding the wooden sword and couldn't put it down, he looked at the pot again, thinking about what to do with this thing, and finally decided to put it here, the more so, the more no one cared.

As for the spirit rice, it is enough to eat it, and the wooden sword is easy not to be seen, Bai Xiaochun pondered that covering it with some dyes may be able to weaken the light of the spirit pattern.

Thinking of this, he tidied up, walked out of the house, and pretended to be fine, until a few nights later, he brushed some of the various colored juices in the stove room collected during this period of time on the wooden sword, making the wooden sword look colorful and tattered, and then manipulated it, and found that the spirit pattern was indeed covered a lot, and it was no longer so obvious, so he nodded with satisfaction.

In the following days, Bai Xiaochun was like a fish in water in this stove room, mingling with several senior brothers, and he was also familiar with the work of the stove room, especially the fire required by different spiritual foods, and even what one color fire and two color fire, he also understood that the wood under the turtle pattern pot before was the spiritual wood that produced the one-color fire.

Especially Zhang Dapang likes Bai Xiaochun here a lot and takes care of it, and after a few months, it is indeed as Zhang Dapang once said, so that Bai Xiaochun here gradually gained weight.

Now he is no longer thin when he first entered the sect, the whole person has gained weight several times, but he is more white, and he looks more and more harmless to humans and animals, as if he is approaching the name of Bai Jiufatg.

As for the addition of food, he has also experienced it a few times, but what makes Bai Xiaochun distressed is that his weight has increased, but his cultivation has always been slow, and then he simply didn't think about it, and ate and drank with a few senior brothers all day long, so uncomfortable, for many things in the sect, he has also heard a lot from Zhang Dapang in the past few months, and has a certain understanding of the Lingxi Sect.

Knowing that there are inner and outer disciples in the sect, if the miscellaneous servants can practice to the third layer of condensation, they can go to the trial path of each peak, and if they can succeed, they can worship the peak of the trial and become the outer disciple of this peak, and only when they become an outer disciple can they be regarded as stepping into the threshold of the Lingxi Sect.

However, this matter is like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, and the trial path of each peak is opened every month, and only the top three are taken, so the number of disciples who also become outer disciples throughout the year is fixed.

On this day, it was supposed to be seven fat to go down the mountain to purchase, but it was delayed due to something, Zhang Dapang waved his hand and asked Bai Xiaochun to go down the mountain, Bai Xiaochun hesitated, thinking that he would not see Xu Baocai come again for several months, and felt that it should be nothing, but he still felt uneasy, went back to the room and took out seven or eight kitchen knives, and put on five or six leather clothes, and the whole person was about to become a ball.

But I still felt that it was still unsafe, so I found a sturdy pot and put it on my back, and then I felt a sense of security, and staggered out of the stove room and went down the mountain.

Walking on the bluestone road of the sect, Bai Xiaochun looked at the beautiful courtyard attic around him, and a deep sense of superiority rose leisurely in his heart.

"The white horse has passed through the gap, life is like a dream, I Bai Xiaochun has been practicing for several months in this life, looking back on the mortal dust, thinking of the village back then, full of sighs. He muttered to himself with emotion, with his hands behind his back, seven or eight kitchen knives hanging on his waist, a black pot on his back, and layers of leather jackets on his body, like a tattered leather ball.

Especially a few female disciples, after seeing Bai Xiaochun, they were amused by his appearance and chuckled, and the laughter was like a silver bell, which was quite good.

Bai Xiaochun's round face was slightly red, feeling that he was becoming more and more powerful, he coughed dryly, and walked forward with his head held high.

It didn't take long for him to get out of the miscellaneous area of the third peak, and suddenly he saw a lot of miscellaneous servants in the distance, all of them looked excited, and ran quickly in one direction, where the mountain road of the third peak was located, and it was a place where the outer disciples haunted on weekdays.

Gradually, more handymen ran with excitement, this scene made Bai Xiaochun stunned, and hurriedly selected the thinnest teenager from the crowd passing by him and grabbed it.

"This junior brother, what's going on, why are you running there?" Bai Xiaochun asked curiously.

The young man was grabbed by someone, revealing his displeasure, but after seeing the big black cauldron behind Bai Xiaochun, his eyes immediately showed envy, and his expression eased.

"It turned out to be the senior brother of the stove room, you can also go and have a look, I heard that Tianjiao Zhou Hong and Zhang Yide, among the outer disciples, are fighting in the trial ground at the bottom of the mountain, and the two of them have some personal grudges, I heard that they are both six layers of condensation, such a view, how can you go and see it, maybe you can understand one or two, and gain something." After the boy explained, he was afraid that he would be too late and there was no place, so he hurriedly ran forward.

Bai Xiaochun was very curious, and also ran over, following the flow of people, and after a short time, he left the miscellaneous area, and when he arrived at the foot of the third peak, he saw a huge high platform there.

This high platform is a thousand zhang in size, and at this moment there are countless miscellaneous servants densely surrounded by it, and there are even many figures on the mountain, and their clothes are obviously luxurious, all of them are outer disciples, and they are also watching.

As for the high platform, there are two young men at this moment, wearing the same luxurious robes, one has a scar on his face, and the other has a face as white as jade, and they are intertwined with each other's figures, and there are bursts of roaring sounds.

There was a treasure light shining outside the body of these two people, and a small flag in front of the scar-faced young man was windless, like an invisible hand grabbing and waving, forming a fog tiger, and the roar was deafening.

And the young man with a face as white as jade was shuttling through his figure, a small blue sword, drawing bursts of spiritual marks, and roaring away with great agility.

Bai Xiaochun's eyes widened when he saw this scene, and he took a deep breath, he could also control the wooden sword, which could be compared with the young man who was as white as jade, it was difficult to compare at all.

Especially when these two people didn't seem to have much reservation when they shot, they were murderous, and even quite dangerous several times, so that there were many wounds on their bodies, although there was no vital point, but they were also shocking to see.

This was the first time Bai Xiaochun had seen the monk's fighting method, which was completely different from the immortals in his impression, and the fierceness and anger made his heart tremble.

"Cultivating immortals...... Isn't it just for the sake of immortality, why fight and kill, what if you lose your life......" Bai Xiaochun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and when he saw the fog tiger transformed by the scar-faced young man Xiaoqi towards the other person with a ferocious mouthful, Bai Xiaochun wiped the sweat on his head, feeling that it was too dangerous outside, and it was safer to go back to the stove room.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly retreated, but at the same time as he retreated, a loud roar came from not far away.

"Bai Xiaochun!!"

As soon as Bai Xiaochun turned around, he immediately saw that Xu Baocai, who had written the blood book at the beginning, was rushing towards him with a cruel smile, and a wooden sword in front of him emitted an unusual light, which was obviously not comparable to the condensation layer, and at this moment, an arc was drawn, exuding a not weak spiritual pressure, and went straight to Bai Xiaochun.

Bai Xiaochun saw the wooden sword coming, his pupils shrank, and he immediately felt a strong life-and-death crisis.

"This is going to kill me!" he let out a terrible scream and ran away.

"Killed, killed......" The voice was so loud that many miscellaneous servants around heard it, and they looked at it in surprise one by one, and even Zhou Hong and Zhang Yide, who were fighting on the high platform, also paused with each other, which shows the loudness of the sound.

Even Xu Baocai was taken aback, he obviously just shouted the other party's name and chased him, and the sword hadn't touched the other party yet, but Bai Xiaochun's screams were as if he had been punched a few holes in his body.

"Bai Xiaochun has the ability, don't run!" Xu Baocai's face was pale, and the roots of his hateful teeth itched, and he went straight to Bai Xiaochun to chase after him.

"If I had the ability to kill you earlier, I'm still running a fart, killing someone, killing someone!" Bai Xiaochun screamed extremely fast, like a fat rabbit, and he was almost out of sight in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, at the top of this mountain peak, there is a hanging pavilion, in which two monks, one middle and one old, are sitting opposite each other, playing chess with each other, the middle-aged is Li Qinghou, the old man opposite him, full of white hair, ruddy complexion, there is a streamer in his eyes, he looks extraordinary, at this moment he swept the mountain and laughed.

"Qinghou, the little baby you brought back is a little interesting. ”

"Let the boss laugh, this son's personality needs to be tempered a little more. Li Qinghou had a headache, and after dropping the chess pieces, he shook his head and said.

"The children in the stove room are all arrogant, and it is not easy for this son to be able to mingle with them. The old man touched his beard, and there was a mockery in his eyes.

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