"Phew~"

"A group of wastes in the immortal cultivation world, eating sects and drinking sects, they fucking know how to be lazy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

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"Deacon Wang, we are busy from morning to night every day, how many times have you seen us lazy, and dogs will not bite people!"

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"What do you say, there is a kind of repeat!"

"Hey, Deacon Wang, Deacon Wang, don't be like Fang Cun, you have a lot... Hey hey"

Fang Cun put down the clothes in his hand at this moment, and looked indifferently at Deacon Wang, who was wearing a round-necked gown, a round hat, and long thief eyebrows.

It is said that there is a clan uncle who served in the sect, and he came to the sect to become a deacon in charge of a group of miscellaneous disciples.

"Dog, don't pay attention to him, he doesn't dare to do anything to me!"

Looking at the tall and tall dog, he stretched out his thigh-thick arm to stop Wang Xilai, and said.

The dog is more than seven feet tall and has a rough face, and it is said that the blood of the Northern Plains Giant is flowing in his body, but Fang Cun is very skeptical about this.

What kind of place is the North Plains, it is in the northernmost part of the continent, I don't know how far away it is from this South Ridge, even a monk may not be able to cross the distance between them in his lifetime, let alone a mortal dog!

"Okay, you're a square inch, you're really a sharp-toothed guy, you are the most wasted among the entire miscellaneous disciples, you have the qualification of an eight-grade spiritual root, and you have been in the sect for twelve years, you haven't cultivated a fart, and you have a face jumping here, you are a waste of waste. ”

Wang Xilai jumped so high that the thief's eyebrows and rat's eyes were suddenly entangled together, and he scolded in a sharp voice.

When the miscellaneous disciples heard Wang Xilai scolding Fang Cun like this, they all put down their work, looked at Fang Cun and Wang Xilai with each other, and the scene was quiet for a while.

Fang Cun's slightly dark face became gloomy, and he slowly stood up, his eyes revealing undisguised killing intent, picked up the washing stick, and slowly walked towards Wang Xilai.

"Even if I haven't been able to cultivate a trace of spiritual power in the past twelve years, it's not something that you can insult as an arrogant and short-sighted guy. ”

"This Mingxia Mountain, the residence of this miscellaneous disciple......"

Fang Cun looked at the cloud-covered Qixia Mountain above, looked at the stone house behind him, and looked at the miscellaneous disciples on both sides, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and then he said firmly: "I've stayed enough, and I'm driven down the mountain at the end of the thirteenth year, and I won't enter the Qixia Mountain, haha, take my life." ”

With a loud shout, Fang Cun hit it with a stick in front of everyone.

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It was late at night, and the miscellaneous disciples finally returned to the stone house to rest after they were busy.

The whole Mingxia Mountain was quiet, the wind blew through the bamboo forest not far away, making a whooshing sound, and the chirping of spirit beasts on the mountain peaks in the distance came, and after a few sounds, it also disappeared......

In a stone house where the miscellaneous disciples were resting, Fang Cun was kneeling on the stone bed at the moment, the lights on the stone table were flickering, and the shadows on the stone wall were constantly flickering.

Fang Cun was waiting for the arrival of the sect's Punishment Hall disciples at the moment, from mid-day to sunset, from sunset to late at night, he still didn't see the Punishment Hall disciples coming, which made Fang Cun puzzled.

"With Wang Xilai's character of retribution, he will never give up, but why don't you still see the punishment hall to arrest me?

Fang Cun held his chin and thought for a while, shook his head casually, and muttered: "Since you are prepared for the worst, what is there to worry about, no matter what the outcome is, I will continue to do it." ”

Fang Cun immediately adjusted his breathing, calmed down, looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky outside the window, and recalled the past twelve years on Mingxia Mountain.

Twelve years ago, Fang Cun, a descendant of the Fang family, a first-class family in Luyang Country, was led to this Mingxia Mountain by the monks stationed in the country because of his eight-rank spiritual root, and was tested with the nine children who traveled with him, and finally entered the sect.

At that time, Fang Cun was only six years old, and he was still a little ignorant, but he had heard the legend of the immortals since he was a child, and he had the opportunity to enter the three immortal sects on Mingxia Mountain, which made Fang Cun very happy, and he secretly made up his mind to practice hard and step into the ranks of the immortals as soon as possible.

In this way, Fang Cun and several other children became the outer disciples of the Three Immortals Sect, and began to practice the basic exercise of the sect "Na Ling Jue", "Na Ling Jue" is the most common and basic method in the immortal cultivation world, and its role is to let the monks who have just embarked on the path of cultivation learn how to absorb the aura in heaven and earth, and how to turn the aura into spiritual power into the dantian.

When it comes to cultivation qualifications, we have to mention the spiritual root, the most fundamental condition for becoming an immortal cultivator is that you must have a spiritual root, and those who do not have a spiritual root cannot cultivate immortals, which is an iron law in the immortal cultivation world for thousands of years, and the qualification of cultivating immortals refers to the grade of the spiritual root, according to the quality of the spiritual root, the immortal cultivation world divides the spiritual root into nine grades, from nine to one, the nine grades are the lowest, and the first grade is the highest. And each product of the spiritual root qualification is divided into the five elements of heaven and earth, wind, rain, thunder and lightning and other different attributes, according to the spiritual root attribute to practice the corresponding attributes of the exercises, not only twice the result with half the effort, but also to cast the law to determine the power is greater.

"Na Ling Jue" is a non-attribute exercise, another function is to be able to distinguish the attributes of the monk's spiritual root by releasing the aura in the body, this kind of attribute-free exercise will be available in every sect of immortal cultivators, after all, not every immortal cultivator's spiritual root will be as perverted as the first three qualifications, and can be congenitally revealed.

To Fang Cun's delight, it only took three days for Fang Cun to attract the aura of heaven and earth into his body, and the time consumed by the best disciples in the history of the Three Immortal Sect when he attracted the aura of heaven and earth into his body was only like this, which proved that the muscles and bones of Fang Cun's body were excellent, which made Fang Cun almost jump up excitedly, but before Fang Cun was happy, he found that the trace of aura in the dantian suddenly disappeared, at first Fang Cun thought it was an illusion, but for a few days or ten days in a row, the aura in the body disappeared inexplicably, which made Fang Cun, who was only six years old, confused.

From the initial ecstasy, to the later depression, Fang Cun's heart fell to a low point.

The Three Immortals Sect has regulations for new beginners that they must practice the "Na Ling Jue" to the second layer within one year, that is, the cultivation of the second layer of qi refining, because only by practicing the "Na Ling Jue" to the second layer can the spiritual power in the dantian be triggered to break out of the body, and the attributes of the spiritual root can be displayed, which is convenient for learning the corresponding exercises.

Fang Cun has never given up, the outer disciples have been practicing diligently for three years, but they still haven't left even a little spiritual power in their bodies, seeing that several people in the same company have cultivated at the second level of Qi training, Fang Cun seems to have been drained of his strength, just like that, Fang Cun, who has no spiritual power in his body, was demoted to a miscellaneous disciple.

In this way, spring went to autumn, year after year, Fang Cun stayed in the miscellaneous disciples for nine years, and there were still three months that was the ten-year period stipulated by the sect, if he could not reach the cultivation of the second level of qi refining before the ten-year period, Fang Cun would be ruthlessly driven down the mountain.

In the past twelve years, Fang Cun has shouted in his heart countless times: "Why? Why can't I practice even though I have the Eight Rank Spiritual Root, I'm unwilling, thief God, the more you don't let me practice, I won't give up, one day I'm going to get out of the same hole in the sky, ah!"

The sect also sent a master to investigate Fang Cun, but after all, he didn't find the reason, and gradually, Fang Cun was forgotten by the sect......

Draw the aura of heaven and earth into the body, and the spiritual power disappears, and draw the aura of heaven and earth into the body, and the spiritual power disappears.......

Repeatedly, repeatedly......

The bright moon gradually crossed into the air, Mingxia Mountain was quiet, Fang Cun extinguished the lights, crossed his knees and posed in a posture of five hearts facing the sky, his mind sank into the dantian, and began to run the first layer of the "Na Ling Jue".

The spirit is the root of all things, and the root of heaven and earth is used for one's own use, and one breathes in it......