Song Qiu is such an elegant person, of course he will not choose an exercise that makes money quickly, and the most important thing is that he knows that there is absolutely no such exercise without looking at it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

How did he know there wasn't?

Nonsense, if there is this kind of exercise, this group of immortals will still be poor like refugees, and when they hear RMB, their eyes will go straight out with green light?

"Taibai Old Immortal, what do you say I should exchange?" Song Qiu held the "Heavenly Daolu" and sat at the counter, seriously thinking about what to use the thousand points for.

Taibai Old Immortal yawned and said, "Of course, the first thing is to strengthen the body. Only the innate body can really have the slightest possibility of becoming an immortal. It's a pity that now due to environmental pollution, it is basically impossible to appear a natural innate body, so you need to exchange points to strengthen your body. Last time, that part was strengthened, and it seems that it only strengthened one finger of you?"

Song Qiu looked at the option to strengthen the body, which read: "Option 1: Enhancement to the innate body, you need 295 points (after deducting the administrator's right index finger), and option 2: Enhancement to the heavens and Vientiane innate body, you need 790 points (after deducting the administrator's right index finger)." ”

"What is this?"

Tai Bai Xing replied: "This is the highest level of Dao body in the innate body, and it has never appeared in the world since Lao Tzu sent a letter to Guguan in the west, drove purple qi, and ascended to the sky. ”

"It's such a great pen, then I must choose it. ”

Song Qiu decisively chose option two. Without a doubt, this is an option that doesn't need to be thought about.

A purple gas flew out of the Heavenly Dao Record and poured into Song Qiu's body.

Song Qiu felt that his body was warm, as if he was soaking in hot spring water.

"There are still two hundred points left, what should I exchange for, or save it and wait until later to exchange for a better exercise?" Song Qiu humbly asked.

Tai Bai Xing said: "You don't need to save it, two hundred points are enough to exchange for a qi refining method, this kind of low-level cultivation method is actually not very demanding, so you don't need to choose one that is too expensive." ”

Song Qiu scratched his head, Tai Bai Xing said this, it felt like buying an office computer.

"Do you have any recommendations?"

"It's good month by month. Tai Bai Xing raised his head and recalled for a while, mainly because this low-level Qi Refining Method was useless to him at all: "But there is a shortcoming, that is, when cultivating it, you need to bathe in the moonlight and stars every night and run away, running while running the mental method." If it's just meditation or there is no moon in the sky, the effect is far worse, which is really strange compared to other exercises. However, if it weren't for this shortcoming, it wouldn't have been a mere 200 exchange points. ”

"If I practice this exercise, I won't end up growing a lot of weird long hair, and I will transform when the moon is full, right?" Song Qiu felt that this exercise sounded very treacherous, and couldn't help but inexplicably think of the werewolf who howled at the moon in Western legends.

Tai Bai Xing glared at him: "How can the inferior bloodline of a werewolf be compared to this technique? The reason why Kuafu chased the sun back then was because of his practice of chasing the sun. After Kuafu's death, his descendants improved the day-by-day exercises, which became the softer month-by-month exercises that are now available. ”

"But I still don't understand why I need to keep running to cultivate this technique?" Song Qiu asked.

"Because this exercise is too violent, it will only absorb the most powerful breath of heaven and earth, when that breath pours into the body, the aura is too abundant, it will cause an imbalance in the body, if you don't use exercise to consume excess aura, then there will only be one result in the end - exploding and dying. ”

"So terrifying?" Song Qiu felt a little weak when he heard this.

Tai Bai Xing smiled: "You don't have to be afraid, this technique has been improved for thousands of years, and now the risk has been controlled to a small enough level. Because of its shortcomings, the month-by-month exercise has become the fastest growing practice in the early stage of modern society. Because it will only absorb powerful aura, not pollutants. However, this kind of crude cultivation method can only be used on the lowest level of Qi cultivation, and when it comes to the foundation building period, you need to find another exercise. Besides, if cultivating immortals is not dangerous at all, then what kind of immortals are you cultivating?"

"That's just as well. After listening to Tai Bai Xing's words, Song Qiu felt that it made sense, and made up his mind in his heart, and chose the Moon-Winning Gong head-on.

A white mist rose from the "Heavenly Daolu", and the white mist poured into the Song Autumn Linggai like a rushing river. Like an initiation, Song Qiu instantly understood the key points of the use of the month-by-month gong.

"No problem, right?" asked Tai Platinum, who was in a hurry to get to the game.

"And. Song Qiu hurriedly replied.

"What's the problem?"

"You said earlier that the innate bodies of the heavens and all the Vientiane have never appeared in the world since Taishang Laojun, so the question is - where did Taishang Laojun go?"

When Tai Bai Xing heard this, he put his hands on his waist: "Hey, can you not mention Taishang Laojun?"

"That's what you mentioned first......" Song Qiu replied weakly.

What replied to Song Qiu was a heavenly thunder that flashed with purple light.

Crackling, Song Qiu was cleaved on the ground again (why use "again").

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In the wee hours of the morning, everything is quiet.

Along the shore of the East Lake, there is a road around the lake, on weekdays the traffic comes and goes, the river is endless, but at the moment it is late at night, the hustle and bustle and bustle have been reduced to silence.

There was a thin veil of light in the air, and I don't know if it was fog or haze. A figure came running from the dim street lamp in the distance, it was Song Qiu, who had been cultivating for many days.

At this moment, his body has been strengthened, and he has practiced the exercises of cultivating immortals, and his physical fitness has long been different from ordinary people, at this time there is no one on the street, he runs without scruples, and his body is like a lightning speed.

Suddenly, Song Qiu caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eyes, and the speed under his feet suddenly slowed down, and he began to "slow" at a speed that a normal person could understand.

The figure was a blind man sitting on a small horse, holding a banner with the words "Iron Fortune Divination" beside the blind man, and it seemed that he was a diviner master.

After running a few steps, I found that under the shade of a tree near the lake behind the blind man, there was an old man with a small black hat sitting with his back bent and quietly fishing.

All of this seems normal, but when this scene appears on the street in the early hours of the morning and midnight, it is no longer normal.

Song Qiu was vigilant in his heart, but he already had the courage to be an immortal cultivator at this time, and he was not afraid of ordinary bandits at all, and his steps still maintained a uniform speed, running forward unhurriedly.

Perhaps hearing footsteps, the blind man tilted his head towards Song Qiu and asked, "This passerby, let me tell you a fortune." ”

Song Qiu quietly stopped running, shook his head and said, "I don't need it." ”

"It doesn't matter, it's free. The blind man said lightly.

"I don't need it for free. Song Qiu looked calm.

The blind man ignored Song Qiu's reaction, and instead began to shake the lottery holder on his own.

The roar of cars could be heard in the distance.

A red Ferrari appears on the corner of the street.

A woman driving a convertible sports car rests one hand on the edge of the window, her bright red trench coat hunting in the wind.

The old fisherman's line moved, but he seemed to be asleep, still in a motionless position.

The blind man who was shaking the stick seemed to be a deaf man at this time, still concentrating on shaking the stick holder in his hand.

A bamboo skewer landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

Song Qiu looked down, and it read:

"Big murderer, see blood. ”