After a week's run, Mo Ming opened his eyes, looked up at the window, and suddenly found that the sky was dark, and the time was already late at night.

"There is no time for cultivation, and it is true!"

Mo Ming thought silently, he had heard this sentence from other people's mouths, and he had never realized anything, but now he knew that the time of cultivation was really passing quickly.

Shaking his head, Mo Ming began to feel the changes in himself, this time Tu Na was already able to make him sure that he had really opened the spiritual vein, that Apocalypse Pill was not fake, and the effect was also worthy of its name.

"I don't know what kind of spiritual root I have, and what kind of spiritual root it is!"

Mo Ming groaned, although the spiritual vein had been opened, he couldn't look inward, he couldn't see what the spiritual energy in his body was, and he didn't know what the spiritual root was.

However, he was still extremely happy in his heart, no matter what kind of spiritual root he was, as long as he reached this point, he could already be regarded as a true contact with the ranks of immortal cultivators.

And when his own cultivation comes up, he can go to Luo Jian Sect to find Uncle Sihai as an immortal cultivator.

Thinking about it, he felt excited, and when he stepped down from the bed, Mo Ming stretched his waist, went out and got some random things to fill his stomach, and then returned to the thatched hut again, ready to continue cultivating.

This kind of cultivation is far from the tempering of a body practitioner, and you don't need to use any external force to stimulate yourself, you just need to meditate cross-legged and absorb qi into your body.

And after cultivating for a day, he didn't feel the slightest tiredness, but his spirit became more and more full, and the whole person was always in a peak state.

Of course, not only because there was no sense of exhaustion, but also because Mo Ming's desire for cultivation became stronger with the success of absorbing qi.

At this time, the aura in his dantian was still very small, only so slightly, far from reaching the point where he could control it himself, let alone officially step into the ranks of immortal cultivators.

And the condensation period is a total of thirteen layers, and he is at the point where he is now, he has not even reached the first layer, and he can barely be regarded as just accepting qi, and he needs to further cultivate and continuously expand the aura in the dantian.

The cultivation continued, and Mo Ming sat cross-legged with an expressionless face, once again putting all his mind in the void around him.

And with the first experience, this time it didn't take him a moment to feel the existence of the spiritual power around him, and the Luo Tian Chaos Sutra was running rapidly, starting a new week.

In this way, in the blink of an eye, the sky brightened unconsciously, but the hour was approaching, and Mo Ming's second week was completed, and the spiritual power in his body increased again.

And Mo Ming just opened his eyes and looked at the sky, then closed his eyes again and began to cultivate, tireless and tired, let alone feel any discomfort, he just wanted to use up all the time to officially enter the condensation period as soon as possible and become an immortal cultivator.

There was no sun and moon in the sky of the Hundred Refining Sect, let alone stars, the sky was clear, only white clouds floating on the peaks of the ten mountain peaks.

The Hundred Herbs Garden was quiet, because there was a stone tablet standing at the exit, on which it was clearly forbidden for disciples below the Heavenly Pole to enter, so no one passed by in this place.

However, I don't know when, a light flew from the sky, and a young man in a cyan robe came to the stele, his eyes looked around, bowed deeply to the stele, and then strode towards the Hundred Herbs Garden.

He didn't seem to care about the ban on the stone tablet, and nothing happened when he walked into the confines of the Herb Garden.

Obviously, his status as a disciple must be Tianji, or higher.

"I haven't returned for a month, and the Hundred Herbs Garden is still like this! The master didn't clean it up, and those elixirs were about to grow into weeds!"

Murong Qingzhuo shook his head, a trace of helplessness on his face, and walked quickly towards the depths of the Hundred Herb Garden.

"Huh, has anyone been here?"

When he walked to an open area and could see the thatched house from a distance, Murong Qingzhuo's eyebrows raised slightly, and his face showed a look of surprise.

For he found that the rotten roof of the thatched hut had been repaired, the weeds around it had been removed, and the door that had been cracked and collapsed had been tightly closed, and the whole thatched hut was different from the last time he saw it.

It's still simple, but it's inhabitable from the outside.

"Could it be that the master cultivated it?"

Unconsciously, Murong Qingzhuo thought of this possibility, but then shook his head, because his master had never lived here, and this place was forbidden for all Tianji disciples to enter, it was a medicine garden opened by his master, and no one dared to ignore the ban on weekdays.

The number of heaven-level disciples of the Hundred Refining Sect is less than a hundred, most of them have already gone out to practice, and they can count the number of hands left in the sect, and no one will come, let alone repair the thatched house.

With a little doubt, Murong Qingzhuo walked towards the thatched house.

This place used to be his residence, and he hadn't lived here since he became a disciple of Tianji and had his own cave mansion.

Murong Qingzhuo's brows frowned slightly, judging from the closed wooden door and the obvious traces of people moving in front of the door, this thatched house seemed to be inhabited now.

"Coming back?"

Suddenly, an old voice sounded in Mo Rong Qingzhuo's ears, and before he could really get close to the thatched house, the void not far in front of him suddenly rippled, and the old man in coarse linen clothes was revealed.

"I'm back, say hello to Shizun!"

Murong Qingzhuo's face was slightly happy, and he was about to kneel down and bow down, listening to his words, it seemed that this old man was his master.

The old man had a smile on his face, and as soon as he held the palm of the old man, he saw that Murong Qingzhuo could no longer kneel down.

"No need to be polite, how are these days outside?" the old man asked with a smile, his eyes full of love.

"Master Lao is worried, everything is fine, I just don't know what the reason for Master Zun to call me back this time?" Murong Qingzhuo nodded and asked with some confusion.

The old man shook his head and didn't answer, but smiled and said, "Not only are you back this time, but the Daozi of each peak has also been recalled, so you better contact those people first!"

"The Daoists of all the sects have returned, is something really happening?"

Murong Qingzhuo raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and the doubts on his face became even thicker. You must know that recalling all the Daoists in the sect at the same time has not happened for many years.

The old man smiled and didn't explain, but just looked at the thatched house behind him, and there was a deep groan on his face.

"Of course, there is, but I'll talk about it when you little ones all come back!"

The old man smiled, and was about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly remembered something, and his voice sank: "You don't want to come here for the next two days!

Murong Qingzhuo frowned, and suddenly felt even more strange in his heart, and looked at the thatched house with some puzzlement.

"Master, have you been living here all these days?" asked Murong Qingzhuo.

The old man's face was uncertain, his eyes showed a hint of complexity, he shook his head, and disappeared without saying anything. Murong Qingzhuo, who looked puzzled, stood in front of the thatched house.

"It's ......"

Looking at the back of the master's departure, Murong Qingzhuo was even more puzzled, a deep groan appeared on his face, and after thinking about it, he finally didn't dare to disobey the master's words, and turned to leave.

And just after Murong Qingzhuo left, in the thatched house, the old man stood in Mo Ming, his body hidden in the void, as if there was no second person in the room except Mo Ming.

"Strange, how did that aura disappear!"

The old man frowned, his face showed a strange expression, he had been paying attention to Mo Ming's changes for the past two days, but since he tentatively slapped his palm, he didn't find anything abnormal, and even the aura that frightened him disappeared, as if nothing had ever happened to Mo Ming.

However, the irresistible light of the day before yesterday clearly told him that all this had happened, and it was very real.

"That's it, after half a month, I'll let you and Qingzhuo and them together! I think even if you really have something on you, it should be enough to show some traces when you get to that place!"

The old man groaned, and then there was no movement, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Not long after the old man disappeared, Mo Ming opened his eyes suddenly, an irrepressible smile appeared on his face, and he was in a good mood, after such a long time of cultivation, he finally stepped into the first layer of the condensation period, and his body seemed to have broken the shackles in his eyes, and there was an indescribable sense of comfort all over his body.