After the Huang Ting Sutra circulated through the seventy-two circles of the sky, and all the pure spiritual energy absorbed was refined, Ling Xiao slowly stopped the exercise and exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Suddenly he felt stiff and uncomfortable, and when he looked down, he saw dirt accumulated on his body, layer upon layer, until his whole body was wrapped in a ball, as if he had become a big rice dumpling. No wonder he had difficulty moving.
Then he came to the spiritual pool and drew water to wash himself.
These dirts are all impurities in the roots and bones discharged after the Foundation Establishment Pill cuts off the hair and cleanses the marrow. The amount is too much, which shows how poor Ling Xiao's talent is.
After taking a quick bath, Ling Xiao felt relaxed and sat on the floor.
"It's a good thing it's a heaven-grade foundation-building pill, otherwise it wouldn't be able to expel so much dirt." He murmured to himself, thinking back on the path to foundation-building, and was in a daze.
At that time, he had reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining and could no longer make any progress, so he decided to retreat and make final preparations before building the foundation.
Before going into seclusion, he had studied for three years and gained considerable skills in refining medicine. After practicing hard for more than a year without any distractions, he finally reached the stage of entering the palace.
The medicinal materials consumed were countless. Fortunately, he was rich and could afford it.
The alchemy refining technique has achieved some success, and the green tree has reached the final moment of flowering and bearing fruit. For more than nine months, Ling Xiao continued to study the alchemy refining while practicing the Huang Ting Jing to adjust his mentality.
A month ago, when the green trees began to blossom and bear fruit, Ling Xiao began to refine the Heavenly Grade Foundation Building Pill.
The process was difficult and difficult. Needless to say, the quantity of medicinal materials alone was greatly stretched.
There is only one main material such as Jin Xiuluo, Cloud Mist Grass, and Star Flame Vine. No matter how much it is squeezed and used, it can only support four or five furnace starts.
After four consecutive failures, he almost despaired.
But at the desperate moment, the clouds cleared and the sun appeared, blessing came to the soul, and the elixir was successfully condensed on the fifth try.
What surprised him was that the so-called "Tianpin Foundation Building Ceremony" clues did not appear, not even a hint.
After being reminded by the Qianshou Silver Needle, Ling Xiao learned that the foundation-building ceremony was not only related to the monks who made medicine, but also to the many medicinal materials used.
Plants and trees have spirits.
Their concern and longing may also become a kind of foundation-building ceremony.
What Bi Qingshu and Jin Xiuluo hope most is, of course, that Ling Xiao succeeds in building the foundation. As for the Cloud Mist Grass, Star Flame Vine, Ying Yuan Powder, Wugen Chen, etc., they are either dumb greens who came out of the secret realm and have no worries, or they are soulless dead objects without even thoughts.
With the same goal, and the fact that Ling Xiao and the herbal medicines are in the same mind, "successful foundation building" has become the ritual itself.
Even the well-informed Qianshou Yinzhen was amazed by such a thing.
No matter what the reason is, it is a sure thing that Ling Xiao Tianpin has succeeded in building the foundation.
When Ling Xiao thought of this, he couldn't help but secretly use Huang Ting Jing. Feeling the speed of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he couldn't help but feel happy.
It is worthy of being a heaven-level hair-cutting and marrow-cleansing method. It has greatly "optimized" his bones, meridians, and flesh and blood. Not only is the speed of absorbing spiritual energy twice as fast as before, but the mana in his body is also vaguely sticky!
Such a state of mana means that his Dantian can hold more mana than a monk of the same level!
This is what the so-called people with profound magical power are like.
Of course, the current Ling Xiao's magic power is far inferior to that of monks of the same level.
After all, he was a body-forging monk before.
After Huang Tingjing went through hard training, he was able to reach the third level. This was also due to the huge spiritual energy he had just absorbed, which broke through Huang Tingjing's bottleneck!
Only after reaching the fourth level of the Huangting Sutra can it be considered the real "foundation building" level of mana.
The magic power is not enough, but the strength is the real foundation. Ling Xiao can now punch a thousand kilograms at his fingertips. Not only is he far superior to ordinary people, but he is even better than other body training monks of the same level.
In the following days, there was no movement at Ling Xiao's manor.
This situation seems to confirm the outside world's speculation that Ling Xiao failed to build the foundation.
Although Ling Xiao's reputation has not been known and he has lived in isolation in recent years, in fact, there are still many people who are secretly paying attention to him.
Suddenly, countless messages were sent to all directions in the Northern Liang Kingdom with Linfeng City as the center. Some people were sorry, some were gloating about the misfortune, and perhaps, some were relieved.
In Linfeng City, people were naturally happy, setting off firecrackers to celebrate, as if it was a festival.
Everyone just hopes that "Linfeng Shame" will go crazy and die. No matter what happens, they also pray that this guy will not be able to withstand the failure. From now on, he will be devastated and sink, and never come out to be an eyesore again.
Ling Xiao occasionally went out to do business, and also attended several celebration banquets. While eating and drinking, he saw everything in his eyes and couldn't help but feel sad for his "popularity".
If you want to ask him how he got in, it's easy. He just needs to curse Ling Xiao and Qingfeng Guan before entering, and there will be someone standing in the way to welcome him and come up to call him brother.
There are all kinds of situations.
Ling Xiao himself seems to have complied with people's wishes and will not appear again for a long time in the future.
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In a cold and freezing wilderness, with no village in front and no shop behind, a narrow path stretches from the distance and then continues into the distance.
Jingle bell!
Jingle bell!
On the path, a Taoist priest was greeted. He was riding a small gray donkey with a small bell tied around the donkey's neck. The Taoist priest hummed a tune in harmony with the sound of the bell.
I saw him carrying a wine gourd on his back. His robe was dark here and there, and there were holes there. His face was also slovenly, and he looked miserable, but his expression was content.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, bringing with it frost. The little gray donkey was so cold that he stopped moving forward.
The Taoist kicked it several times, but still couldn't defeat it, so he had to climb down, glared at it, and spat: "It's no use, you are walking like this, when will I get to the imperial capital?"
Despite the scolding, the Taoist priest still took out fresh grass and fed it to the little gray donkey, and then led it to a tree.
This tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, and its cover is like a big umbrella two or three feet tall, which just blocks the wind and snow.
The Taoist made a fire and sat on the roots of a tree.
In the light of the fire, I saw that his face was ordinary, the kind that would never be found in a crowd of people. Only his eyes reflected the firelight, but they were indescribably shining and rich.
This Taoist priest is none other than Ling Xiao.
After he established the foundation, even Huang Tingjing didn't care about his cultivation. He laid waste the fields in the manor and exchanged the stored grain and wine for a large number of spiritual stones. Then he quietly left Linfeng City, pretended to be a Taoist priest, and went to Beiliang Emperor. All.
He didn't know how long the trip would take.
But where this behavior went, he had already made up his mind.
Taking out the ingredients from the storage bag, Ling Xiao skillfully set up a pot to boil water, threw 3 "Frost Partridges" into the water, covered it and cooked it.
After the foundation was established, the spiritual energy provided by the molten crucian carp and Yuanbao turtle in the past was far from enough. Even the shrimp was barely enough. Ling Xiao's recipe naturally had to be updated.
The Frost Partridge is a second-level spiritual beast with delicious meat, rich spiritual energy, and a high price. A fist-sized one costs 200 spiritual stones.
And three frost partridges are enough to cook a pot of soup.
Ling Xiao cooked patiently, but within ten minutes, the fragrance was already flowing under the tree.
The little gray donkey's eyes were shining, staring at the boiling soup, and his saliva kept flowing, as if he knew that the good news was coming.
After waiting for a while, Ling Xiao poured in some spiritual grass foam, and the aroma became more and more fragrant. He quickly extinguished the flames, happily served himself a bowl, then picked up the partridge skeleton and threw it to the little gray donkey next to him.
One man and one donkey feasted.
While he was eating happily, Ling Xiao suddenly had a strange look on his face and looked towards the path.
A few minutes later, a team of mules and horses came rushing through the wind and snow.
"The wind and snow are too strong, let's find a place to rest first!"
In the howling wind, there was a faint shout, and then there was a echo.
