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When he returned to his residence, he poured the stream water on the spiritual wheat of the hundred acres of land, took off his robe, and dried it with a fireball technique, and then Mu Yu rubbed out a wisp of flame, lit the firewood under the stove, boiled a bowl of buckwheat noodles, sprinkled some elixirs stored in small black jars for a day, and put them in small black jars, and ate them with spicy chili peppers.

After lunch, Mu Yu came to Dongshui Lake, recited the mantra lightly, and urged the weapon to move, as if there was an invisible big hand, grabbing a big fish that was swimming around.

Hearing only a "poof", the big fish covered with silver scales was thrown into a bucket by Mu Yu. A small piece of elixir that had been cut in advance was fed into the stomach of the big fish.

Although the aura here is abundant, causing birds and beasts to become extraordinary, like the big fish caught by Mu Yu, placed in the outside world, the value is definitely more than a hundred taels of silver, but in the inner gate, it is just a very ordinary fish. However, even so, the medicinal power of the elixir refined by the monks was not something they could bear, and if they swallowed the whole grain, they would have to die if they didn't explode.

After observing for about half an hour, this big fish with silver scales, except for the fact that it has become a little bigger and has a stronger strength to splash the water, there are no abnormal changes, including the small eyes of mung beans, which also reveal a trace of wisdom, and it has not become sluggish and stupid like taking 'Cheng Yan San'.

"It should be no problem. After randomly selecting three pills and feeding them to three big fish for testing, Mu Yu muttered softly and returned to his residence, even if he swallowed an unknown pill, he used the spiritual power in his body to refine the medicinal power of the pill.

A little, a surging pure spiritual power circulated in every meridian of the pastoral language, as if there was a rootless fire, burning his bones and lungs, a little boring. But afterwards, I felt refreshed, and my eyes looked into the distance, and I could see it clearly.

The core disciples no longer need to do such and such miscellaneous work like the outer disciples, all the cultivation resources are provided by the sect and the master, and they can listen to the supreme immortal law and Taoism every day, including the spiritual wheat and spiritual medicine they plant, etc., they don't need to pay seventy percent of the income to the sect, they can keep it all for themselves, or sell it to the sect, this treatment is not known how many times better than the outer disciples.

And those who can enter the inner gate, when the age is up, the day they should leave the sect, there is absolutely no one who cultivates, and it is lower than the Nine Realms of Refining!

- Unless you leave on your own initiative.

After the busy work, it was already afternoon.

Mu Yu took out the copies of the "Stealth Technique" and "Poisonous Mist Technique" brought back from the Library Pavilion, and began to practice according to the mantra on them.

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In the blink of an eye, the midwinter has passed, and the breath of the beginning of spring permeates the mountains and lakes.

The peach blossom tree next to the library pavilion once again confided in the new life after withering, just like life, sometimes there are disciples who stop, sigh melancholy for a long time, as if there is some kind of enlightenment.

After nearly half a year of hard cultivation, Muyu's alchemy has also matured. When refining a pint of pills, the success rate reached forty percent. Of course, compared to those first-class alchemists, although it is nothing, his qualifications are enough to rank below B, out of the level above C. Among Elder Han's disciples, he was also among the upper ranks.

Somewhere in Dongshui Lake.

A figure in a thin shirt, with his back against the rushing river, pinched his hands, and softly recited a complicated incantation, only to see that a dark mist spread out, covering the fresh young grass that grew after the beginning of spring on the ground, and immediately, the green young grass quickly turned yellow and withered, as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid, forming a colorless and odorless black scorched earth on the ground.

Second-Order Spell - Poison Mist!

After practicing for nearly half a year, this spell pastoral language has been skillfully used, the chanting speed is faster, and the speed of pinching hands is also faster!

The range shrouded in black poisonous fog has also expanded from the original three zhang to about six zhang. In other words, with the pastoral language as the central point, the primary creatures within a radius of twelve meters would be festered by the poisonous fog technique, and at worst they would be killed on the spot.

"I'm trying my invisibility. Mu Yu withdrew the spell, pinched his hand again, and recited the spell in a low voice, and suddenly, his figure changed for a while, gradually becoming transparent, and his whole body turned into light black.

Illuminating the surface of the lake, looking at his appearance, Mu Yu whispered softly: "I still can't be completely invisible, but my figure has become lighter, if it's okay at night, with the help of the dark night, even if I walk in front of others, I won't find it if I don't look carefully, but if it's in the daytime, under the sun, it's easy to find my 'ghost'." ”

Stealth is not really a complete stealth, unless it is a very advanced space spell, otherwise, at most, it will only blur one's body, and it is difficult to be caught by the enemy in the fast running, or with the help of the vast night, to achieve a certain degree of 'complete invisibility'.

Although the stealth technique is a second-order spell, in the second-order spell, it is a very weak spell, because the monk in the foundation building period has cultivated the divine consciousness, and under the shroud of the divine consciousness, no matter how advanced you practice the stealth technique, there is nowhere to hide in front of the divine consciousness.

However, for the monks of the Qi Refining Stage realm, the stealth technique is still a very wonderful spell. It can also be used in battle.

After withdrawing the spell, Mu Yu scooped some river water in a small black jar, swallowed it with a clatter, rested for a while, and then returned to his residence.

Night, inside the grass hut.

The simple furniture and shabby grass houses make it hard to imagine that this is the fairy paradise where the "immortal master" lives in the mouth of mortals.

Spiritual practice is a day of pure suffering, often accompanied by loneliness, and a luxurious life will only destroy the monk's original desire to seek the truth, thus giving birth to a kind of inertia. Whether it is food or residence, except for the cultivation treatment that mortals cannot enjoy, it is almost equivalent to the life of a beggar.

Familiar with this kind of life, Mu Yu did not react, when he was young, his living environment was even worse than here. In addition to being happy to eat fat animal meat every day, the only pleasure is to run in the jungle and play as a good hunter, chasing his prey, a fierce bird of prey.

Wisps of white mist, overflowing from Muyu's mouth, nose, and ears, running the "Great Gathering Qigong Method", the aura around heaven and earth quickly converged, drilled along his pores, forming a cycle of Zhou Tian, and finally flowed into the dantian.

As time passed, the night breeze grew colder, and the moonlight sprinkled like water, casting the ground with a sparkling color.

At the beginning of the night, people have fallen asleep, in a quiet and peaceful, a few crickets' poignant cries seem a little out of place, the fragrance of the night permeates the air, weaving a soft net, covering all the scenery inside, and what the eyes touch is the thing that covers this soft net, any grass and tree, it is not as realistic as in the daytime.

For some reason, Mu Yu stopped breathing, stared at the night scene outside the window through the window, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Perhaps, today's night is a little beautiful, so beautiful that I have no time to take care of other ...... Looking at the scene, Mu Yu walked out of the door, lay on the soft grass, and listened to the night breeze in his ears, the whistling wind sounded like the whisper of his daughter's house, soft and pleasant.