With a brisk footstep and a clucking rooster, Ling Ao grabbed a black chicken and strode into Xiao Lingdu's house. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Fang Wu, son, you see that I caught an old black chicken and stewed it for my son later. I heard that the black chicken near Longmai Mountain has miraculous effects such as strengthening the body, strengthening bones, replenishing qi and replenishing blood. ”

Ling Ao took some of his brothers from the tribe to the woods near Longmai Mountain to hunt today, and the prey he caught had been evenly distributed among the tribesmen according to the heads, and the old black chicken he brought back was specially caught by him for his son. The old black chicken was very clever, Ling Ao was very excited when he caught it, and now he was also excited to carry it directly into Ling Du's house.

Fortunately, the black chicken was caught with a net and was not injured, otherwise it would not have lost chicken feathers.

"Thank you, father. ”

Xiao Ling looked left and right around the black chicken, and said with pity: "Father, the effect of fairy leaf grass is almost the same as that of this black chicken, you see that this black chicken is not ugly, it is better to let it lay eggs for us to eat." Maybe, you can give birth to a litter of small black chickens. ”

Ling Ao laughed when he heard it and said, "Okay, just follow what my son said." ”

Mother Fang Wu also smiled, and at the same time knew that her son was kind.

"Father, I have one more thing to tell you. Xiao Ling said with a mysterious smile.

"Father, I want to cultivate immortals. Xiao Lingdu's little face suddenly became serious.

Ling Ao was immediately unhappy when he heard this, and he objected, "No. Cultivating immortals is very hard, and you see that in our human tribe, in the past few hundred years, there have only been less than five immortal cultivators, and only one of them has successfully stayed in Shenfu University. And your system is not in line with cultivating immortals. Father wants you to be healthy and happy. ”

"Father and mother have agreed. Xiao Ling pouted, obviously his father's opposition made him feel unhappy.

Ling Ao looked at Fang Wu in confusion.

"Fang Wu, you know that your son's body is not suitable for cultivating immortals. Besides, now you are no longer an immortal. Ling Ao said a little emotionally.

Xiao Ling fell silent, he had long known from his father's words and deeds that his mother was an immortal, and as for why his mother had become an ordinary mortal, he never dared to ask, because every time he mentioned this matter, his father would fall into an inexplicable sadness.

Fang Wu looked at Ling Ao and said, "But this is my son's dream. And I know that the immortal cultivation system is not an absolute strong person who can cultivate. ”

In the middle of the sound, Ling Ao squeezed out a smile, looked at Xiao Ling and asked, "Son, why do you suddenly want to cultivate immortals?"

Xiao Ling looked into his father's eyes and said seriously and seriously: "Father, I know that I am the representative of the poorest system and the weakest strength in the human tribe. I don't want to disappoint you. Not only do I want to cultivate immortals, I also want to be admitted to Shenfu University. I want my mother and father to be proud of me. ”

As a father, Ling Ao, hearing his son say this, his eyes were as moist as Fang Wu.

He patted his son on the shoulder and said, "Silly son, no matter how strong or weak you are, you are the pride of your father." ”

"If you want to cultivate immortals, my father supports you. ”

"Thank you, father. ”

From this day on, Xiao Lingdu, under the guidance of his mother Fang Wu, began the cultivation of Panxian, also known as Panxian.

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning hit the top of Longmai Mountain, Xiao Ling followed his mother's example and sat cross-legged on a smooth stone on the top of Longmai Mountain.

Place your arms naturally on your knees, your thumb and middle finger together, and feel the changes in the surrounding plants and airflow. It is the first step in repair.

Mother Fang Wu told Xiao Lingdu that there are six realms of Pan Xiu: dreaming, knowing, touching, operating, penetrating, and micro-moving.

When you cultivate to the realm of micro-movement, you can close your eyes and feel the subtle changes in the things around you, which will be higher than the perception of ordinary people, you can feel the growth of grass blades around you, you can hear the sound of flowers blooming, you can see the water droplets in the smoke, and you can change the direction of the smoke flow.

This is to break through the sixth layer of disc cultivation and take the first step in cultivating immortals.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, five years have passed.

Ling Du sat cross-legged on the top of Longmai Mountain, the breeze gently blowing his hair, he closed his eyes and felt the sun rising from the east, setting in the west, the crescent moon hanging high in the sky, there were meteors falling in the sky, and then there was a trace of cold air and white mist descending.

In the middle of the night, the cold air wet the ends of his hair, and he did not move at all, still meditating, his posture was as steady as Mount Tai, and like a statue on the Dragon Vein Mountain.

On the top of this high dragon vein mountain, he fully felt the aura from heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon.

On the top of Longmai Mountain in the middle of the night, the breeze is blowing, the sound of dogs barking and birds chirping, and even the sound of the subtle blades of grass stretching and the roots breaking through the soil are all in my ears.

Birds and beasts, grass and insects crawling slowly, when the early morning sun illuminated the top of the Dragon Vein Mountain, Ling Du slowly opened his eyes, and the clouds, trees, mountains and rocks in front of him all came into view, even clearer than ever.

With the sound of the fairy leaf grass stretching its branches, a small flower bone was about to bud, Ling Du didn't look at it, he could know with his ears that it was a flower belonging to the fairy leaf grass, a little blue.

This time, Ling Du meditated on the top of the Dragon Vein Mountain for a day and a night, and for five years, Ling Du had been doing things like picking fairy leaves and meditating, but meditating like this was a day and a night, and it often happened.

In the five years of meditation and cultivation, he has a solid foundation from feeling, touching, operating, and penetrating, and now he can hear the sound of flowers blooming.

Ling Du waved his sleeves and stood up, the mist around him changed the direction of flow because of his standing, so it seemed that it was a successful breakthrough, the last step of the disc repair, reaching the sixth layer of disc repair, slight movement.

Ling Du looked at the rising sun in the distance, and recalled the fairy sister five years ago, although he had never met the fairy sister again in Longmai Mountain in the past five years, but he still remembers the scene five years ago, especially the contemplation of the divine map, which has a deep memory.

Ling Du is now ten years old, and his appearance has not changed much, but his height is more than double that of five years ago, and he is a little man.

Ling Du stood at the top of the mountain and smiled slightly, as of today, he had finally succeeded in breaking through the highest realm of Pan Xiu, moving the sixth layer slightly, he wanted to go down the mountain quickly and tell his parents the good news.

Five years is not long or short for Lingdu, who has a poor system, to break through the six layers of micro-movement.

Ling Du quickly picked up the basket beside him, and in the basket was the picked fairy leaf grass, put the basket on his shoulder, and rushed down the mountain.