Chapter 522 Great Evil
These two conditions don't seem difficult, and they are indeed not excessive.
Miao Yeying finally let go of her hanging heart.
With this kind of free time, he curiously looked at the head transformed from the iron rod in front of him.
Half skull, half face, with sinuous horns and red hair. Just by looking at the remaining half of his face, you can tell that he is a rich and handsome man, and his strange scarlet eyes add a bit of mystery.
Miao Yeying whispered: "My spiritual roots are very bad, and my body has long been exhausted by the overdraft of secret techniques. Last time, the steward of the Hualou Sect inspected us and said that it would be difficult to break through to the middle stage of Qi training in this life. "
Tu Shanjun controlled the head to turn into a severed hand: "Let me see."
As she spoke, her fingers moved rhythmically, and she asked Miao Nightingale to stretch out her arms.
Miao Yeying stretched out her hand nervously and watched helplessly as a severed hand took her pulse.
This severed hand was also very different from ordinary palms. It was as white as jade, mixed with blue-gray veins, and the purple-black nails were engraved with lines that she could not understand at all.
"Five spiritual roots, insufficient essence and blood, old age, meridians not strong enough and wide enough..."
A series of indifferent but familiar words echoed in his ears. Miao Nighting sat cross-legged on the ground in a daze, using her palms to support her body that was about to fall to the side.
"Unless someone is willing to pave the way for you with spiritual stones, there is really no way to break through to the middle stage of Qi training in this life. Even if you are lucky enough to break through, it will take more than ten years of accumulation."
This may be the case with cultivation. Maybe in ten years she will be able to break through her current level and continue climbing. However, it will be limited by her lifespan and it will be impossible to build a foundation before a century.
In the end, it just turned into a handful of loess.
Miao Yeying lowered her head and thought of her home.
It was an island mountain village. The villagers made a living by fishing, and she ran around carefree. The mother was repairing the fishing net, while the father propped up the railing to hang the catch.
The brothers and sisters all had smiles on their faces.
Maybe she should go back and take a look.
"But you met me."
The sound of the sound woke up Miao Yeying, and she looked at the severed hand.
"Although talent is important, it is not the most critical thing. Others can't help you, and they have no purpose to help you, but I am different. There are panacea, magic and magic, everything you need."
"If one hundred thousand spiritual stones are not enough, then one million spiritual stones will be needed. If one million spiritual stones are not enough, then ten million spiritual stones will be needed."
"If one elixir is not enough, then hundreds of elixirs will be needed."
Miao Yeying's eyes became brighter and brighter. She swallowed quietly, and even her voice was a little trembling and choked: "Why, why do you want to help me like this? This is the first time we have met."
"No one has ever helped me like this before." At this point, Miao Nighting suddenly burst into tears. Facing the vast sea, she didn't know where her way out was. After escaping from the flower house, she didn't know what she should do.
She had shouted many times on the raft that she wanted to overturn the flower tower, but she only regarded it as empty words and did not think that she could accomplish it by relying on her own strength. The despair of not seeing any hope was almost numbing her.
"Son, you must have suffered a lot."
The soft voice of concern made Miao Nighting fall to the ground and cry bitterly.
"No need to cry."
"This will all change at this moment!"
The firm words made Miao Yeying stop crying. She knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the half head in front of her, and shouted: "As long as I can achieve my long-cherished wish, I will do anything."
"I don't need you to pay anything, as long as you can become stronger."
"To make myself stronger."
If the devil were here, he would be horrified and hostile to Tushanjun.
Selfishness is a small evil, but giving people hope like Tushanjun is the greatest evil in the world. He is an acquired devil, but Tushanjun is a born devil. How could he not be afraid?
It's a pity that the devil didn't witness it, otherwise he might have screamed. The old devil was very good at winning people's hearts, but with just a few words, a man who had been tortured could let down his guard.
Perhaps it was because he saw that he was in a similar situation, but Tushanjun did not deceive her. Or maybe it was because he knew that Taiyi Zhenjun was freed from the binding of the soul flag, so he was full of enthusiasm and no longer resisted.
Tu Shanjun also doesn’t want a second Chi Xuan.
It was a miserable thing to live in his shadow. Unfortunately, he didn't react at all at that time, so he hoped that Miao Nightingale could become stronger.
Just for yourself!
"How to become stronger?" Miao Yeying's eyes were full of expectation and joy, as if she had truly transformed from this moment on.
"Take the elixir."
"Take pills?"
Tu Shanjun used Miao Yeying's remaining magic power to open the Soul Reverend Flag and took out bottles of pills. "Strengthening Blood Powder, Buqi Pills, Strengthening the Origin and Strengthening the Origin Pill... and the most important thing, the 'Yinhun Pill'."
Bottles of elixirs were placed in front of him.
These were all the elixirs and spiritual fluids used by Tu Shanjun to teach Chi Xuan. Because their grade was too low, they were later thrown into the soul flags and piled up. I didn't expect that they would come in handy again today.
Tu Shanjun explained the medicinal properties of the elixir one by one, and added: "Cultivation is nothing more than refining the true method inside. When your Qi and blood are full, I will teach you the method of practice. You have the low-level Qi refining method obtained from the Hehuan Sect. The technique can be thrown away."
As he said that, half of the head returned to its original shape of the main pole of the Soul Reverend Banner.
The main rod was quickly twisted into a bracelet and fell on Miao Yeying's wrist: "Don't tell anyone about me, and don't show the bracelet to any monk."
Miao Yeying was a smart person, and she immediately understood what Tu Shanjun meant.
The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade. If someone has evil intentions, she has no chance to resist. And she would lose her newly rekindled hope.
Pulling down her sleeves to cover the bracelet, Miao Nighting looked at the bottles and jars placed in front of her.
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"Plop!"
One hand holds the bamboo raft.
A muscular figure with disheveled hair climbs onto a bamboo raft from the sea.
She wrung out her wet hair, revealing a pretty face, but her face and body didn't match. She looked very beautiful, but she had a body like a tiger and a leopard.
And her cultivation level was no longer at the third level of Qi training. She had broken through the middle stage of Qi training and reached the fourth level of Qi training as she wished. The paleness of Qi and blood depletion was no longer on his face, and the blood surge all over his body seemed to form a faint Qi movement.
This is the result of not matching. When the cultivation level is high, the continued foundation can be absorbed, and this situation will not occur. Miao Yeying didn't care either. Although she was a woman, she didn't think there was anything bad about this body.
Whether she is going to the sea to fight big fish or practicing martial arts, this body is much better than the weak body she once had. A slight change in appearance is nothing to worry about.
Feeling the power surging in her body, Miao Nighting took out the Yin Soul Pill and drank it on time.
With her current physique, she can take one Yinhun Pill every six hours, which is far more efficient than a month ago.
After the Yinhun Dan entered her belly, a huge amount of spiritual power immediately surged in. She used the 'Xuanshui Sutra' to absorb it, and merged it into her Dantian to become her own magic power. She could clearly feel the increase in her mana, which was countless times better than the qigong practice she used to do.
Master also talked about the effectiveness of the exercises last time. Her original exercises were obtained from a very famous sect, the Hehuan Sect, but they did not get the essence of the Hehuan Sect. They could not use much of the magic power they stored. It will be taken by someone higher up.
Even three levels of mana can only be transformed into two levels after being converted by the power-changing method. That is to say, the power of the Yinhun Pill was powerful enough, which allowed her to return to the third level in a month, and even broke through to the fourth level of Qi training.
She had seen elixirs before when she was in Hualou, but she had never heard of the existence of such elixirs, and such elixirs seemed to be unlimited in the master's place.
This made her even more curious about her master's past identity.
‘Is he a peerless strong man, or a master of alchemy? He can still survive with half a head, and his understanding of spiritual practice and the vast collection of Kung Fu books are simply unheard of! ’
"Mana alone is not enough to protect yourself. When you reach the fifth level of Qi, I will teach you the art of sword control."
"Work hard and the future is bright."
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Wandering at sea, I don’t know the passage of time. It’s only when I see the sunrise and sunset sixty times that I realize that two months have passed.
For two months, Miao Nightingale had no worries about food and drink. When she was hungry, she went to the sea to catch big fish to eat meat. When she was thirsty, she used the water method to condense drinkable water.
There was also a long sword in her hand.
A medium-grade magic weapon.
Her cultivation level also reached the fifth level of Qi training as expected.
It's not like she hasn't encountered a building boat in the past three months. Due to her own strength, Miao Yeying took the raft and dived into the water without contact with people. Moreover, she had no worries about eating and drinking, and she was satisfied with her cultivation. She didn't have to deal with others at all.
After such a long time, the master said that there were very few low-level elixirs left in the reserve, and she could not use the high-level elixirs. She could not use the Yinhun Dan alone to bring out the full potential of her body, so she needed to go ashore to prepare some.
Otherwise, even if there are spiritual stones, they can only be used as stones to supplement mana and spiritual energy, and cannot be exchanged for other resources.
The tall ship we encountered today was under the banner of the Song family.
The Song family on Qixing Island is quite famous.
Miao Nighting decided to try her luck and catch a boat to settle ashore. Therefore, he did not hide his traces. Instead, he raised the canvas with his long sword, waved it and shouted, trying to attract the attention of the tall ship.
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"what sound?"
"sound?"
"The cry for help, didn't you hear it?"
"Oh, there really is one." The monks on the deck looked around and immediately saw the strong 'big man' trying to survive on a raft in the distance, and then quickly invited the monk in charge to tell them the situation.
The monk in charge was a late-stage qi practitioner, and he used his spiritual eyes to immediately see the person asking for help.
"Manager Song, should we save him?"
"Why don't you come over and build a ladder?"
Unexpectedly, Manager Song immediately stopped him and said, "Don't act rashly." He said with a solemn expression, "The survivor is full of energy and blood. He seems to be well fed and doesn't look like someone who has been in a shipwreck or a pirate."
"Maybe it's a pirate trap. If we get close, we'll fall into it."
"What should we do?"
Manager Song waved his hand and said, "We can only let him come here by himself."
"Either swim over here, or use your magic power to step on the sea and run over."
At this time, the survivor had already taken to the air with his sword, and he had already approached the Song family's tall ship as soon as he spoke. He held his hands and said, "I would also like to ask the Song family's caravan to take me for a ride. This spiritual stone is my reward."
As he spoke, he threw a piece of spiritual stone.