Yimu Ding, a low-grade magic device, is suitable for people below the air induction period.

This is not to say that high-level monks can't use Yimu Ding, but for low-level monks, the efficiency of this low-grade magic weapon is higher in the hands of low-level monks.

Of course, Chu Lan now thought that it was just a cauldron, a cauldron that could be retracted by itself.

Man is the first of all living beings, and the efficiency of absorbing natural aura is incomparable to that of other species.

Just like the five grains, the five grains in the mortal world belong to the wood, and after being ingested, they naturally nourish the liver and spleen.

The grains eaten by the Xiuzhen sect have been transformed by magic, containing the aura of Yimu, which can make the food easier to absorb by the human body, so that the qi of Yimu in the food can be transformed into the essence of the font more efficiently under the guidance of the Xiuzhen exercise.

High-level monks directly consume the aura of heaven and earth, and their bodies are divided into valleys, but before becoming high-level monks, how to transform their own essence, how to store their own essence, and how to concentrate their own essence, this is the essential difference between the exercises of the big sect and the small sect.

The higher the conversion rate and the higher the degree of self-essence qi, the greater the possibility of becoming a high-level cultivator, and the more beneficial it is to the inheritance of the Dao system.

In addition to good exercises, food for low-level monks is also very important.

What Chu Lan didn't expect was that after getting this Yimu Ding, other sect masters who needed to preach to the outer disciples actually invited her to "borrow" one after another......

Here's the thing, one morning, Chu Lan finished his body training, cleaned the courtyard, and after finishing the homework that a Taoist boy needed to do every day, he was about to go around Yintai Mountain and find some materials to make a tooth sacrifice for himself, when he saw a crane flying over, with a letterhead in his mouth.

Chu Lan thought that he was looking for Zong Ying, so he didn't care and walked down the mountain, but he was caught up by the crane, stretched out his wings and slapped his brain.

"......" She stopped inexplicably, and looked at the crane with wide eyes - although it was not yet old enough to take shape, but its mind was already open, so what was the reason for hitting her with wings so unreasonably?

As soon as the long-necked crane tilted its head, the letterhead in its mouth fell on Chu Lan's arm, and Chu Lan hurriedly took it and opened the letterhead under its threatening gaze.

The crane soothed Chu Lan's brain with its wings and waited quietly.

After seeing the black handwriting on the paper, Chu Lan suddenly realized that he was literate - not because of the memory of the traveler, but because he was really literate and knowledgeable.

It's a little confusing...... In the six years since she was born, no one has taught her to read, and there is not even half a person in the village who can read.

While his mind was turning, the content on the letterhead had been quickly read by Chu Lan.

"It turned out that the senior of the Divine Soul Stage asked me to cook a meal for the outer disciples in his dojo. Chu Lan was dumbfounded, but soon made a decision, "He'er He'er, are you waiting for me to agree?" ”

The crane raised its neck in satisfaction, croaked twice, and didn't need Chu Lan to write any reply, it flapped its wings and pierced into the sky.

Chu Lan touched the little brain melon that still had the touch of feathers, and raised her eyebrows thoughtfully.

Could it be that the last time Zong Ying preached, the pot of bamboo shoot porridge she cooked was welcomed by everyone? So this time, the seniors of the Divine Soul Period also invited her to cook?

After asking for instructions, Chu Lan got Zong Ying's permission, allowing her to help with the kitchen and allowing her to use Yimu Ding, but Zong Ying told Chu Lan to "let them bring their own rice grain" and "bring their own three flavors of real fire".

The indispensable Chu Lan comprehended the intention of her "master", took the Yimu Ding, and turned the use of the magic trick in her heart, thinking that this was also an opportunity to exercise herself - she had already experimented with controlling the Yimu Ding to increase the absorption speed of her Qi Sea Yimu Qi, although she could only use other people's Yimu Ding as a pot at present.

In the Lancang Sect, the rate of attaining the golden pill of a monk with a perfect soul is very high, to be specific, the rate of becoming a golden pill is about ten times that of other small and medium-sized sects, and three or four times that of some large sects.

Because the Lancang Sect is poor and white, it does not produce spiritual herb pills, and it does not advocate that the disciples of the sect rely on the pills to enter the country?

Therefore, under the hard work and hard work, most of the ordinary Lancang Sect Divine Soul Stage monks are determined...... Ahem, the topic is far away, return to the scene.

After Chu Lan took out the Yimu Ding just now, the crane went and returned, carrying a monk from the Divine Soul Stage on its back, and it was actually the monk who needed to preach today who came to pick up Chu Lan in person.

And Chu Lan was not hooked with any emotions such as "sincere fear" that would make his family arrogant, and was very calmly led by the monk to the back of the crane, and flew all the way to the top of a nearby high mountain called "Jade Toad Peak".

- Even if he doesn't look at the face of his "master", the "Yimu Ding" in her hand is also a magic weapon belonging to the Jindan Grandmaster.

The place on the crane's back was not big, but Chu Lan didn't feel anything unstable flying in the air after the Divine Soul Stage senior, probably because the other party used some Dao method.

In a moment, through the gauzy clouds and mist, the two of them landed at the Jade Toad Peak, some outer disciples were already waiting at the top of the mountain, and some were also coming along the mountain road.

"My meal here is also three o'clock in the afternoon," the Divine Soul Stage monk said to Chu Lan gently, handing her a palm-sized bag, "This is rice grain and water, which have been mixed." ”

After finishing speaking, he was not polite, and immediately took out the tea leaves and the stove and asked Chu Lan to cook tea for him.

After the Great Perfection of the Divine Soul Period, the monk is qualified to accept two or three Taoist children, and the monk in front of him is probably too lazy, so there is no boy in the cave who pours tea and water, Chu Lan is diligent with his hands and feet, what are he afraid of doing some work, not to mention that he can listen to a sermon that is very helpful to herself, so she did not have the slightest rebellious mentality, and did the work very happily.

A Divine Soul Stage senior who can step into the realm of Jindan at any time, without any city government, tells all the outer disciples about his understanding on the path of the Dao, which is very rare in other sects, but it is not uncommon in the Lancang sect.

Chu Lan listened carefully, and after noon, she recited the control method of Yimu Ding, turning it into a towering big tripod with a height of one person and three legs, and the nine beasts flew up on its own.

With a bang, the clear water with the snow-white raw rice kept pouring out of the bag, and it took a quarter of an hour to fill the dingkankan.

This bag is about the same as Yimu Ding, it contains a mountain of rice, Chu Lan thought.

After the Divine Soul Stage monk stopped preaching, he very calmly rolled up his sleeves and squatted next to Yimu Ding, and as soon as his palm was stretched, Peng's palm was stretched out, and there was a cluster of flames with ultraviolet and red inlaid with light white inside, rising from his palm out of thin air.

The flames increased in an instant, wrapping the huge Yimu Ding, its color like glass, its heat like lava, scorching the people nearby, and the grass blades on the ground under the Ding turned into black powder at once.

And this Divine Soul Stage cultivator who emitted such a domineering and huge flame, scratched his neck indifferently, stared at Yimu Ding without an image at all, and began to be distracted, and did not forget to hold high the nameless flame in his hand, so that the raging fire surrounded the entire Yimu Ding.