Ye Fan closed his eyes again and sensed it several times, but he couldn't enter that wonderful feeling or feel that breath.

The hunger in his stomach followed, Ye Fan took out most of the old ginseng, thought about the beads in his arms, and then made a ruthless heart, swallowed most of the old ginseng into his stomach in three or two bites, the hunger was alleviated, and after a while, the warmth in his stomach emerged again.

Ye Fan was overjoyed, hurriedly crossed his knees on the bed, closed his eyes, and recited the mantra silently, and sure enough, that wonderful breath appeared again, according to what was written on the Qi Refining Scroll, the breath was breathed, and the breath slowly entered from between his mouth and nose.

Time passed slowly, and Ye Fan spent an afternoon in cultivation, the warmth in his abdomen disappeared, and the breath he felt would also be news.

At night, Ye Fan took out the other half of the old ginseng and ate a small bit, then put the remaining half of the old ginseng into his arms and put it together with the red beads, looking forward to whether there would be a surprise tomorrow.

Feeling the warmth in his abdomen, he once again crossed his knees on the bed and began to cultivate, he had almost exhaled a day's aura during the day, but he had a feeling that he still had a long way to go to enter the first layer of qi refining.

Just because his talent is not good, the quality of his talent determines the speed of this monk's cultivation, and his talent is like a scoop, two scoops that hold as much water, and a scoop with a big mouth is like a person with good talent, whether it is holding water or discharging water, it is faster than a scoop with a small mouth.

This night, Ye Fan sat cross-legged and cultivated Tuna, and unconsciously fell asleep on the bed.

The next day, as soon as the day dawned, he woke up from his sleep, and when he woke up, he felt that his arms were swollen, thinking of the old ginseng that he put in his arms last night, Ye Fan put his hand into his arms, and when he took it out, half of the old ginseng came out of his arms, and he felt that there was still it inside, and he groped for a while, and the old ginseng that was exactly the same as before was pinched in his hand.

Ye Fan's face was overjoyed, his breath was short, all this seemed to appear in his dream, the beads were held tightly in his hand, this is really a treasure, and he remembered what the old Taoist priest said, "Ergou, let me tell you, with my experience, this thing is definitely a treasure!"

"It's really a treasure! Old Taoist, you still have vision!" Ye Fan held the stone beads, and was afraid of putting beads at will before him, and silently decided in his heart that he must carry the beads with him in the future, where the person is, the beads will be there.

got out of bed and moved his hands and feet, and the previous injuries also recovered from his forehead, it may be the effect of the old ginseng, Ye Fan took a bite of the upper half of the old ginseng, not only can fill his stomach, but the warmth exuded in his abdomen can also make him feel the breath.

Shouldered the axe and walked outside the house, it was still early at this time, and even the handyman who struck the gong didn't get up, let alone the handyman who worked, he came to the room early, and the handyman in the room had already begun to steam steamed buns, busy, Ye Fan found a whetstone and began to sharpen his axe.

When his axe was almost sharpened, the sound of gongs and drums remembered that Ye Fan was the first to receive the steamed bun, and carried the axe to the mountain forest where he had cut down.

Looking at the four bundles of firewood on the ground, he never expected that it would be so hard to chop firewood, and no one would come to steal it, but after looking at the four bundles of firewood that were so big, no one could move it, and he didn't know how the immortals moved so much firewood every day.

"Giggle..."

Ye Fan, who picked up the axe and just wanted to chop firewood, suddenly heard the urgent cry of a pheasant not far away, Ye Fan took the axe in his hand, his face was happy, this sound was too familiar to him, it must be the cry of the pheasant, and now he remembered the trap he had arranged inside, and hurried into the jungle.

Looking for the direction of the pheasant's cry, he saw a pheasant's feet trapped in the trap and couldn't break free, Ye Fan grabbed the pheasant with a smile, it was people who were in good spirits on happy occasions, and good things for him in the past two days have smashed on the top of his head, not only can he sense the aura after eating the old ginseng, but also the beads can copy the old ginseng, and he can get an unexpected surprise when he goes out to chop wood.

It's just that he didn't see that on the treetops not far away, a handsome young man in green watched him catch the pheasant and float away indifferently.

After only a few days at the miscellaneous servants, Ye Fan felt that he had been here for a long time, holding the pheasant in his hand, and his mouth began to be greedy, although he ate a little old ginseng and a steamed bun, he didn't feel hungry at this time, but the pheasant was in his hand, and the familiar taste of hunting in the mountains and forests came back.

The firewood was not cut in a hurry, and the pheasant was skillfully plucked and gutted, and a fire was lit to roast the pheasant on the fire.

After a while, the smell of roasting wafted out, causing his saliva to flow out.

Although the roasted pheasant has less seasoning, it tastes pretty good, and after eating half of it, Ye Fan is not willing to eat it again, one is that he is not hungry, and the other is that the lunch has not yet landed, and it is not a way to always eat old ginseng to fill his stomach.

Satisfied, wielding the axe in his hand, he felt that the whole person was full of strength, and more than an hour passed, during which there was no rest, and he easily chopped a bundle of firewood, thanks to his kung fu of getting up early to sharpen the axe.

Now he has chopped a total of five bundles of firewood, just waiting to return to the miscellaneous servant to exchange for food, he has no intention of continuing to chop, now the top priority for him is to seize the time to cultivate, take out a piece of old mountain ginseng from his arms, swallow the stomach, after a while, warmth wells up, sit down cross-legged and close his eyes and start to cultivate.

In this way, Ye Fan lived an almost repetitive life day after day, except for chopping wood and cultivating, time flew by in the blink of an eye, three months passed, during these three months, he persevered in his cultivation every day, and felt that the aura contained in his body was already very sufficient, and he could step into the threshold of the first layer of qi refining at any time, but he could not enter that threshold.

Ye Fan also went from the first few days, barely able to cut five bundles of firewood to now only half a day to cut five bundles of firewood, for him to have more time to cultivate, in these three months, the beads almost let him study thoroughly, the beads will not copy things during the day, only at night will copy things, but there is another point he never understands, the beads can only copy half of the mountain ginseng in two nights, and it will take about ten nights to copy the old ginseng that he has preserved well, and in the end, he attributed it to the fact that the old ginseng may be too big。

And Ye Fan also tried to copy steamed bread or meals with beads, and in the case of steamed bread, the beads can be copied out of a dozen in one night, and the meal can also be copied into several copies, and he concluded again that the more precious things are copied by beads, the longer it will take, and the cheaper and inferior things are, the faster they can be copied, and the shorter the time required.

Now he can sense the wonderful breath without the warmth in his stomach without eating old ginseng, but it is much slower than the speed of absorbing and exhaling after eating old ginseng cultivation, he roughly calculated, eating old ginseng to cultivate for a day, the aura of exhalation is equivalent to more than three times the time he does not eat old ginseng cultivation, that is to say, eating old ginseng cultivation can save him about three times the time.

I have eaten old ginseng for three months in a row, which is equivalent to nine months of his normal cultivation, but eating a large amount of old ginseng in a row made Ye Fan feel it himself, and now even when he speaks, he seems to have a trace of old ginseng, and the first time he found out about this problem was when he went to Wang Yizhi's house to report for duty, Wang Dazhi smelled it and asked him.

Since then, in order not to be suspected by others, Ye Fan will drink a lot of water every day, hoping to dissolve the smell of mountain ginseng.

In the past three months, the beads have also undergone subtle changes, the original red color of the beads is slowly fading, and now it is faintly revealing a faint reddish and orange color. This change has no effect on Ye Fan, but he faintly feels that the replication speed of the beads seems to be a little faster, in order to prove this, he deliberately used steamed bread to do an experiment, sure enough, last time he used beads to copy twelve steamed bread in one night, and this experiment beads copied thirteen steamed bread, although this change is less, but in short, it is better than nothing.