After putting the jade box into the storage bracelet, Lingchu looked at the thin threads on his wrist.
These two filaments are the threads just spun out by two silkworm babies.
He pinched the thin thread with his fingertips, and Lingchu focused his spiritual power on his eyes to look at it.
These two silk threads, as thin as cow hair, are silver-white, with a layer of faint, hazy starlight on them.
Each hand pinched a side of the silk thread and pulled it hard to both sides.
This seemingly thin silk thread is extremely tough and has no deformation at all.
You know, Lingchu, who has been practicing for more than three years, has considerable strength in his hands.
With the addition of spiritual power, Lingchu pulled it again, but it was still fine.
I took out a magic weapon and cut the silk thread. It was fine.
Put the silk thread into the water, and the faint starlight around the thin silk thread will invisibly separate the water flow.
Put the silk thread on the fire. The thin silk thread still exudes a faint hazy starlight in the fire.
Invulnerable to invulnerability, water and fire.
Lingchu's eyes lit up, and he summoned the Liangyi Sword, the Divine Seal of Lei Ze, and even the Glazed Green Lotus Fire.
The Liangyi Sword cannot cut it off, nor can the thunder and lightning caused by the Lei Ze Divine Seal.
Even the glazed green lotus fire that Lingchu had given high hopes for only dimmed the starlight of these threads. It took a full quarter of an hour to roast the threads before they were a little charred, and it took half an hour to melt the threads.
This is the silk spun by two silkworm babies when they were just born.
Moreover, if you give this thread to your senior brother and ask him to help refine it, I'm afraid it will be even better.
Lingchu smiled and rolled his eyes.
Good baby.
Otherwise, let the two silkworm babies be silkworm babies for a while longer and not be in a hurry to transform from cocoons into butterflies.
Spin more silk?
However, this was just a momentary thought. For Lingchu, the two spiritual beasts in the golden elixir realm were more attractive.
I don't know how long it would take to make a robe at this spinning speed.
Lingchu looked at the peach tree outside the window. Although the leaves of the spiritual peach tree were also spiritual leaves, after all, the spiritual peach tree had only been cultivated for a short time. In terms of the quality of the spiritual leaves, it was still inferior to the laurel spiritual tree in the sect. of spiritual leaves.
Lingchu rolled his eyes.
Well, it seems that I will buy more spiritual sap from the laurel spiritual tree in the future, and some spiritual leaves from the laurel spiritual tree.
Thinking of this, Lingchu suddenly felt guilty.
Calculating it this way, it seemed that he had to dig up every part of the laurel tree planted by Master Yuan Ying except for the bark and trunk.
Fortunately, the laurel spirit tree does not bear fruit.
However, it seems that the laurel spirit flower can bloom, can it make wine?
This idea flashed through Lingchu's mind. Then, Lingchu put the two silk threads into another jade box and headed towards the bathtub again.
Practice practice.
Cultivation makes her happy, and she only has cultivation in her heart.
Tianyuan City.
In the alley, there is a small shop.
A middle-aged male cultivator dressed in black and with an ordinary face sat on a chair and looked at the silent male cultivator opposite.
"It's time for you to get out of here."
The middle-aged male cultivator with an ordinary face spoke calmly, without any fluctuation in his voice.
Opposite the middle-aged male cultivator, the silent male cultivator heard the words and did not answer immediately. A faint heaviness filled the room.
"I see."
After receiving the answer, the middle-aged male cultivator with an ordinary face stood up, turned and left the shop, walking along the shadow of the alley, looking back at the plaque of the shop, his eyes full of gloom.
"Is your friend gone?" A woman came in holding tea with a faint smile on her face.
As the woman entered, the male cultivator who had been lowering his head raised his head, revealing his handsome face.
"Well, madam, please clean up, we are moving." Facing the woman, a gentle smile appeared on the handsome man's face.
"Moving?" The woman put down the tea she was holding and asked doubtfully.
The handsome man smiled gently and said, "Yes, let's go to Luoyao City."
Time flies by like a white horse, and spring and autumn are only in the blink of an eye.
Another three years passed, and this year, Lingchu was already forty-one years old.
"Junior sister Yu!"
An increasingly dignified and beautiful woman in a long goose-yellow dress, with her hair in a bun and a jade hairpin, walked gracefully from outside the bamboo house.
Lingchu was sitting on the peach tree picking the peaches produced by the tree this year. Hearing this, he pushed aside the canopy-like branches and leaves of the peach tree and stuck his head out to look at the woman under the tree.
"Senior Sister Jiang!"
Jiang Hanyan couldn't help but laugh when she looked at Lingchu, who was sitting on the peach tree with his sleeves rolled up high, exposing most of his snow-white arms.
"Junior sister Yu, where did you agree to give me the spiritual peach? I've been waiting for three years and three years." Jiang Hanyan likes to eat spiritual fruits. He glanced at the lush and taller spiritual peach trees, and the number of them hidden in them. A pink peach, with a faint smile in her eyes.
Lingchu scratched his hair in embarrassment.
Spirit peach trees bear fruit, unlike ordinary peach trees, which can produce many peaches in a year.
The spiritual peach tree kept in Lingchu courtyard only bears spiritual peaches once every three years, and it only bears three peaches at a time.
Of the three pills last time, Lingchu gave one to his ancestor, one to his master, and one to his predecessor to ward off evil spirits.
Neither the eldest brother nor the second brother had their turn.
However, Lingchu did promise to give Senior Sister Jiang Lingtao.
"Hehe, senior sister, I will definitely let you eat spiritual peaches this time." Lingchu's eyebrows were curved and he smiled sweetly.
This time, she was prepared in advance.
The reason why the spiritual peach tree had only three fruit before was because all the spiritual power of the spiritual peach tree was concentrated on these three. In fact, the spiritual peach tree can also bear many spiritual peaches.
However, the taste and the spiritual power contained in it are definitely not as good as those with only three.
This time, Lingchu communicated with the Lingpeach tree in advance and got six peach trees.
Senior brother, second senior brother, and Aunt Fenghe, I only used three of them.
Of the remaining three, one was given to Jiang Hanyan and the other two were made into peach cakes for Sang Zi.
This can be given to many people.
Lingchu patted the branches of the peach tree, and then she decided to let the peach tree bear less fruit.
As a result, the spiritual power cultivated by the Spirit Peach Tree will be consumed.
"You don't have to give me a whole one. You can just cut it into pieces and give me a taste." Jiang Hanyan knew that the spiritual peach tree didn't bear many spiritual peaches, so he didn't come to ask when the fruit was produced last time.
This time, it was purely because I was greedy after watching it for too long.
However, she knew that there were too many elders in Lingchu and she couldn't show enough filial piety, so she just wanted to taste a piece of it.
Lingchu squinted his eyes, this is a good idea, cut the flap!
"Okay, you'll have it sooner or later. I'm not in a hurry. You first come and get the 800-year-old laurel spirit tree sap and the 800-year-old psychic cold chalcedony that you want."
Jiang Hanyan learned alchemy from the alchemy master of the Sanqing Dao Sect, which was also where he had the most exposure to various elixirs and spiritual materials.
Therefore, Lingchu asked Jiang Hanyan to help collect the spiritual materials needed for body refining.
Jiang Hanyan helped collect these eight hundred years of laurel tree sap and eight hundred years of psychic cold chalcedony for nearly three years.
It was enough for Lingchu to practice for more than half a year.
