Chapter 5 Hundred Refining Body Art
Aunt Hong was quite excited. She pulled Wang Mu's sleeve and came outside her house.
Immortal cultivators are immortal cultivators. They wake up after being comatose for one night.
"see me?"
Wang Mu was startled.
"Nonsense, you discovered this person and you saved him."
Aunt Hong glared at Wang Mu, "I heard that all immortal cultivators pay attention to an immortal fate. Hurry up and stop talking nonsense."
Wang Mu came to Aunt Hong's house.
Aunt Hong is a widow. Her husband was said to have been seriously injured and died while fighting a vicious beast while guarding the village more than ten years ago. She has a six or seven-year-old girl at her knees.
He has excellent cooking skills and is good at farming.
On weekdays, he is responsible for catering in the village and cooking for many working villagers.
Standing outside the house, I knocked on the door. A gust of breeze blew and the door opened automatically.
The woman from last night was sitting cross-legged on the bed with her eyes closed, seemingly resting.
As soon as the door opened, she opened her eyes slightly and looked Wang Mu up and down, her eyes like morning stars fixed for a few seconds.
"come in."
Opening his jade lips lightly, Wang Mu felt the sound was like the sound of nature, as cold as the first snow mixed with a hint of chill.
Wang Mu looked into the latter's eyes, and his heart froze.
At that moment, he felt as if he was being scanned by something.
"Your name is Wang Mu?" the woman asked.
Wang Mu nodded.
"Thank you for what happened last night." The woman's voice remained unchanged and she continued, "I don't like to owe people, what do you want?"
"I want to cultivate immortality." Wang Mu said bluntly.
This is consistent with my identity.
Because everyone in this world wants to become an immortal...
The woman paused, as if she was not surprised. She glanced at Wang Mu a few times, shook her head slightly and said:
"If you don't have spiritual roots, the road to immortality will be extremely difficult."
"Even a low-end sect will not recruit mortals without spiritual roots."
"Extremely difficult? Does that mean it's not impossible?" Wang Mu remained calm.
The woman nodded slightly and continued:
"If you don't have spiritual roots, you can take heavenly materials and earthly treasures to condense pseudo spiritual roots, but this kind of heavenly materials and earthly treasures are rare."
"Or, monks use grafting to transfer spiritual roots. This method is harmful to people and even if it succeeds, the achievements will be very limited."
"Or, you can rely on perseverance and practice hard for a hundred years to enter the Tao with your body. This method is even more difficult."
The three types listed by the woman all seemed difficult.
Wang Mu was thoughtful.
"What does the last one mean?" Wang Mu asked.
The woman glanced at him and continued:
"Ordinary monks mostly use their spiritual roots as the basis, supplemented by exercises, to automatically attract the spiritual energy between heaven and earth."
"To enter the Tao with one's body is to temper oneself into an oven, forcibly absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth like a whirlpool. This method often becomes more difficult as the process progresses, and the disasters that need to be faced are many times more difficult than that of normal monks. "
"If you can enter the Tao with your body, the sect will take it in as appropriate."
Wang Mu hesitated and asked:
"How difficult is this?"
"No one has succeeded in three hundred years." The woman said lightly.
"..." Wang Mu.
"I want to try."
Hearing this, the woman was not surprised.
There are too many mortals in the world who have chosen this path.
"Then I will teach you a set of body-refining techniques called: Hundred Refining Body Techniques."
"There are one hundred levels in total. If you can cultivate to one hundred levels, you can step into the realm of Qi training, which can be regarded as stepping into the path of immortality."
The woman flicked her fingertips.
A golden light jumped out from her fingertips and merged into Wang Mu's eyebrows.
The next moment, a set of nameless exercises appeared in Wang Mu's memory. The words were obscure and difficult to understand, and strange human-shaped patterns were swimming in his consciousness, like a book from heaven.
It feels very powerful...
Wang Mu thought for a while and asked:
"What is the highest level that someone can practice this technique?"
"Sixtieth floor."
"How long did it take?"
"One hundred and twenty years."
"..."
"If you practice to this level, even if you cannot enter the realm of Qi training, you can still live to be over a hundred years old without any disease or disaster."
That's really good.
For Wang Mu, who has a development system, living longer means more action points.
The development time in the game is only thirty years, which is actually very short.
After Wang Mu thanked him, he hurriedly left the room. After returning to the wooden house, he immediately sensed it.
[Current action point: 0]
[Practice: Cutting down (1) Hundred Refining Body Technique (X)]
【Yunyou:-】
"Already entered the panel."
Wang Mu exhaled.
The meaning of X should not meet the cultivation conditions...
If we change it to the concept in the game, it should be that some attributes are temporarily not up to standard.
It seems that even if he really gives himself some immortal skills, he still won't be able to practice them.
"After this month, I feel that cutting down trees can improve my strength... I wonder what fishing, hunting, mining... can improve?"
There is no attribute panel, but Wang Mu himself can feel his improvement.
Now that I have the technique, I can wait to practice it later.
As for whether he can cultivate to the 100th level, well...if he has some action points, Wang Mu doesn't think it's a big problem, as long as he has time.
"Yan Qingwu's character doesn't seem to have changed much... she has a clear distinction between grudges and grudges, and she repays grudges and repays favors."
"Thousands of years... I don't know what state she is in?"
Thinking of this, Wang Mu seemed to remember something. He looked out the window, "The calamity clouds over Guyun Mountain gradually disappeared... Damn it, she must be the immortal who is going through the calamity, right?"
According to Aunt Hong's description, the calamity cloud has appeared for a long time.
He appeared before he even came.
If this is the case…
"After surviving the tribulation for several months... what kind of strength does this have?"
Wang Mu felt his scalp numb.
Even in the game, Yan Qingwu's martial arts talent is at the highest level.
As the world advances, these powerful people should become stronger.
Speaking of which, Wang Mu felt that this world was both unfamiliar and familiar to him.
I don’t know how it turned into a fairy world...
There’s no point in thinking too much…
Yan Qingwu didn't stay in the village for too long.
Because the next day, two disciples of the Immortal Sect came with swords and landed outside the village to inquire about Yan Qingwu.
That was the first time Wang Mu saw an immortal cultivator.
It was consistent with what he imagined.
Riding the wind and wielding the sword is so cool...
Although they only stayed for one day, the whole village of Anle still gathered together to bid farewell to this rare fairy.
Just... before leaving.
The fairy did not leave directly, but came to the statue of Dongfang Mu.
Everyone thought that the fairy was going to pay homage to the sage, but...
"Thousands of years..."
The corners of the woman's eyebrows twitched, and something seemed to be brewing in her eyes.
A heaven-like aura instantly emanated from her body.
Many villagers were afraid to take a breath.
Even the two Immortal Sect disciples at the back were as silent as a cicada.
She suddenly slapped her palm against the base of the statue.
The next moment, a crack appeared in the base, as if it was about to collapse.
Fortunately, she quickly retracted her hand, just let out a cold snort, and immediately flew away with the two Immortal Sect disciples...
Seeing this scene, Wang Mu behind him broke into a cold sweat...