"In this world, there is a certain number of children whose spiritual roots manifest every year!"
"One in a thousand, this is the rule and law of the heaven and earth magic circle!" The old man said loudly: "Whether it's the female cultivators who use [Ling Ling Jue] to stimulate the babies in the womb, or the ones like you who practice the method of stimulating spiritual roots. , the final result is that if you have one more child with spiritual roots, there will be one less child around you. The total number is the same!"
Yang Zhen suddenly realized that this was the case with the Zhao family. Although the mothers of Zhao Yuer, Zhao Ying, Zhao Lian and others are all female cultivators, they have also successfully manifested their spiritual roots. But out of the 7,000 children in the Zhao family that year, only seven had spiritual root qualifications in the end.
"For the sect, this kind of skills consume resources and will not increase the number of monks. What is the use of keeping them? Therefore, in the early years, a large number of such skills were collected and collected from the people, and they were all hidden here. "
"What about my copy?"
"If you are willing to hand it over, the sect will make up for your contribution by 100 points. If you are not willing, we won't force you now. It's not a bad thing to be a little homeless." The old man didn't care.
"However, I'm afraid this technique alone won't allow your wood spirit roots to continue to grow, right?"
"Yes," Yang Zhen said frankly: "Based on this body-building exercise, the elder of my family modified an improved version that can stimulate the growth of water-type spiritual roots. Later, I used this to create an improved version that stimulates the wood-type spiritual roots. Recipes for growing.”
"Really?" The old man's eyes lit up: "Write it quickly!"
Yang Zhen picked up a pen and paper and wrote down Mammy's improved version, and then attached Yiyi's modified wood version at the back.
The old man first picked up the water version of Mammy, and after reading a few lines, he praised loudly: "It's unique, it won't remain the same! You great elders are so talented!"
"What's your eldest elder's Taoist name?" he asked casually.
"I, the eldest elder of the Zhao family, have a surname of Zhang and a Taoist name of He Jing. I used to be a disciple of the Selection Hall of the Demon Control Hall." Yang Zhen said respectfully.
"Zhang Hejing?" The old man muttered a few words and shook his head, as if he didn't remember the name.
He then picked up the wood-type version of Yiyi, looked at it a few times, and nodded: "Well, the idea is the same as the previous one..."
After a moment, he looked at Yang Zhen with surprise on his face: "Did you do this?"
"Yes." Yang Zhen replied loudly.
He was not afraid of the old man's doubts.
Sure enough, the old man didn't seem to believe it. He pointed at one part of the skill and asked, "Tell me, why is the seven-leaf lotus used here?"
"The seven-leaf lotus grows in the water. Although it is wood-based, it is actually aquatic," Yang Zhen said eloquently: "It is similar to the elder's needlefish. Although it is water-based, it likes to eat iron sand. It has the wonderful interplay of the five elements."
These two techniques, especially the wood version, he had already made clear how to use each part under Yiyi's guidance.
At that time, Yiyi chose common spiritual herbs so that he could afford them, and the information could be found everywhere. He could now describe their characteristics one by one without appearing out of the blue.
After listening, the old man didn't say whether it was good or bad, and suddenly asked: "You know so many spiritual herbs, so what's the result of [Herb Identification] in the selection competition?"
Yang Zhen immediately told his guess about the last question.
The old man nodded and praised: "It seems that you are indeed attentive, which is rare."
It seemed that she believed Yang Zhen's explanation.
After passing the customs here, Yang Zhen felt a stone fall in her heart.
The old man continued the topic: "What happened next? How did you do it from one inch to three inches?"
Yang Zhen first told what happened at Qingyu Mountain, and admitted that most of the water spiritual energy absorbed by Zhao Yueer at that time entered his body.
"Since then, I felt that the spiritual roots in my body were still growing. Later, I had the consciousness to eat more water-based spiritual materials."
he said at last.
He couldn't elaborate on the latter part, so he could only answer like this.
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was pondering the process.
Suddenly, his eyes opened suddenly, like a tiger that chooses people to devour.
Yang Zhen's heart suddenly tightened.
The old man frowned, his face showing displeasure: "Is that all?"
"Yes." Yang Zhen replied bravely.
The old man stared at him closely, and his voice gradually became stern: "Are you so confident that your spiritual roots can keep growing? For this reason, you would waste two years and not practice!"
"Yes." Yang Zhen gritted her teeth secretly and insisted.
"Raise your head!" the old man ordered.
Yang Zhen didn't know why and looked up at the old man.
The old man's eyes are deep, like two black holes that are constantly rotating!
Yang Zhen felt dizzy for a while, and the black hole became bigger and bigger, approaching him, as if it was going to involve him.
This is--
Want to search for souls? He was horrified.
can not sleep! he shouted to himself! Grit your teeth and hold on to the bit of clarity in the mourning platform.
But the difference between the two realms is like a bright moon to a firefly. His persistence was nothing more than a trembling grass in the face of earth-shaking changes.
Can a small grass stop the collapse of a mountain or the cracking of the earth?
However--
He seems to be blocking it?
The black hole disappeared, and when he came back to his senses, what he saw was the old man's unruffled, slightly cloudy eyes.
Everything just seemed to be just an illusion.
Has my soul been searched, or not?
He remained silent, feeling uneasy.
The old man's face was expressionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After a while, he said leisurely: "Thank you for your hard work tonight."
"Just leave this set of your exercises and these two improved versions here!"
"As compensation, the sect will give you three hundred contribution points."
"Since this bottle of Protective Pill has been taken out from the sect's treasury, you can take the rest!"
A white jade bottle fluttered over.
"And this box of medium-grade wood spirit stones is also considered your reward!"
After saying that, another dark brown wooden box was delivered.
Yang Zhen didn't know what was happening, and she didn't dare to refuse, so she had to reach out and pick up the things one by one.
"Don't talk to anyone about what happened tonight," the old man warned.
Yang Zhen responded hurriedly.
"Okay, go down!" The old man seemed a little uninterested and waved his hand.
Yang Zhen suddenly felt like she was swept up by a gust of breeze and floated towards the outside.
The speed was very fast, and the houses and corridors he had seen when he came quickly retreated before his eyes.
He almost screamed.
Soon, the gust of wind sent him outside the view, where a man in green robes was waiting quietly in the snow.
It was Wei Biao.
Hall Master Wei said nothing, stretched out his hand to catch him, and summoned the flying boat at the same time.
The black boat sped towards the way it came.
…
At the same moment, in the main hall
The old man sighed softly, seeming to be talking to himself:
"What this guy said just now was not entirely true..."
"His spiritual root has grown from one inch to three inches. There must be a reason."
"With my level of cultivation, it is completely feasible to erase this memory after searching the soul."
"At most it hurts his mind a little bit, and I can just make up for it in the future."
"That's it-"
The old man slowly turned his head to the left ear room, with a look of confusion on his face, and asked in a low voice:
"You want me to call him here late at night, but why don't you let me ask you questions?"
