Mo Zunyue looked towards the dark corner. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she found a child under ten years old lying inside.
"What's wrong with you?" Mo Zunyue knelt down to check his condition.
"I was accidentally scratched by a poisonous weed today. It hurts so much. I'm going to die." The child stretched out his arm to show her.
The wound on the forearm was not big, poisonous gas was flowing freely in the flesh and blood, the whole arm was covered in bruises, and some places had begun to fester.
The poisonous gas had not penetrated into the internal organs and he would not die for a while. Mo Zunyue did not save him and asked him, "Where is your family?"
The childish voice was patient, as if trying to suppress the pain, "They are all dead."
"Do you want to become stronger?"
"Become stronger?" The child was startled, and his mind was spinning quickly, "You mean I won't die? Think about it, I think..."
Mo Zunyue stood up and led him upstairs, "From now on, you are the eldest disciple of the inner sect of Xuantian Sect. You are not allowed to leave the sect or betray the sect for the rest of your life. At the least, your cultivation will be abolished, and at the worst, you will die!"
The child didn't understand what a sect was, and he didn't know what a senior disciple was. He only knew that no matter what the other party said, as long as he nodded and agreed, he would survive.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." The child nodded like a fool and asked the question he was most concerned about, "Can my injury really be saved? Normally, people who have poisonous gas entering their bodies can't survive."
Mo Zunyue lowered her head and glanced at him. This kid was quite clever and had excellent bones. He was a good material for cultivating immortals.
"May I have your name?"
"Tong Li."
Mo Zunyue asked him to find a place to sit down cross-legged, tapped his forehead with his fingers, taught him his mind, and handed him a Bigu Pill.
There were some unexplainable things in Tong Li's mind. Looking at the dark meatballs in his hands, he was a little confused.
Mo Zunyue motioned for him to eat it, "The spiritual power of the interstellar is divided into seven levels, D level, C level, B level, A level, S level, 2S level, 3S level.
Our cultivation levels are divided into eight levels: Ningwu, Ningdrop, Ningdan, Ningchi, Ningtan, Ningyuan, Crystallization, and Transformation.
The first seven levels correspond to each other, and the requirements for mental power are similar. Only the final level of spiritual transformation, after cultivating to this point, the mental power can be separated from the mortal body, and have the power to transform the world and live forever..."
"Cultivation? Master is saying that there is still a possibility of improving one's mental power the day after tomorrow?"
Children are best fooled. If an adult heard this sentence, their first reaction would be that it is absolutely impossible. Tong Li's eyes widened in surprise, attracted by the popular science knowledge Mo Zunyue gave him.
In the interstellar age, the level of a person's mental power at birth will be the same level in this life. There is no possibility of improvement, but there is a risk of mental collapse and decline.
This is the first time that the idea of improving mental strength has appeared.
Mo Zunyue saw that he was very receptive, so she explained the principle of cultivation, "There is a sea of consciousness between our eyebrows, which is where the spiritual power is."
Tong Li raised his hand and spoke, "I know this. The wider the sea of consciousness, the higher the level of spiritual power."
"The principle of our practice is to use spiritual energy to fill the sea of consciousness. While expanding the sea of consciousness, we use spiritual power to nourish mental power, so that the mental power gradually becomes stronger."
"What is Reiki?"
"Sit cross-legged, close your eyes and feel the mental method I passed on to you. It will guide you to slowly circulate the spiritual energy in your body, especially the injured area on your arm..."
After Tong Li slowly figured out the way, Mo Zunyue was relieved that he could practice on his own.
Mo Zunyue felt her sea of consciousness. Her mental power was at the fog-condensing stage, which is the lowest level D. The original owner was also from a big family. The fact that she could die here without anyone noticing may have a lot to do with her low mental power. .
In the interstellar age, people with low mental power are no different from losers. How can a big family care about the life and death of a loser?
Mo Zunyue also stayed up all night. She developed a new formation and gave it an easy-to-understand name, Anti-Poison Formation.
It is aimed at the harm caused by radiation ores and poisonous weeds on this planet, which can effectively prevent poisonous gases from invading the body and posing a threat to life.
The principle is very simple, that is, use formations to mobilize spiritual energy and strangle the invading evil energy. As long as no evil energy enters the body to cause damage, there will be no life-threatening danger.
The Anti-Poison Array and Bigu Pill were sold together, and Mo Zunyue seemed to see countless star coins waving to her.
The first thing Tong Li did when he woke up from trance was to check his injured arm. Most of the blue-black color had faded away, and scabs had formed on the rotten area.
"Master, the poisonous gas on my body has disappeared." Tong Li raised his arms to show Mo Zunyue in surprise.
Mo Zunyue packed her things and prepared to go out, "What did you realize last night?"
Tong Li tilted his little head and thought for a long time, "The poisonous gas is not poisonous gas, it is the spiritual energy and demonic energy that the master said. I will use the technique to guide one party to destroy the other party, and the poisonous gas will naturally be resolved."
"Very well, let's go. We have a lot to do today."
Mo Zunyue took him out of the city, and met He Li on the way. He saw Tong Li as if he had seen a ghost, and looked at him for a long time before daring to come forward.
"Tong Li, your kid is not dead?" He said, picking him up and looking back and forth in disbelief, "Didn't you get injured by a poisonous weed yesterday? I thought you were lying in a corner and got too cold. Well, looking at the way you are jumping around now, could it be that I saw it wrong yesterday?"
Tong Li's thin face showed two rows of small white teeth. He twisted in He Li's arms and pointed at Mo Zunyue, "It was my master who saved me. My master also taught me to cultivate immortality."
He Li: ...What the hell?
"You kid, must your brain be broken? Why are you so fussy today? Let's go, let's go, I'll take you to get the nutritional supplements, and the ink will be distributed soon."
When Tong Li heard this, he struggled to jump off him and ran to Mo Zunyue's side, "I won't go. My master said that you can go without eating for a month if you take a Bigu Pill. I will never drink sticky nutrients again." It’s time to take the dose.”
Um? He Li's head was full of questions. He rubbed his already messy hair and felt that his brain was a little hard to turn around.
Cultivation? Bigu Pill? What is all this?
When he was wondering if Tong Li had something wrong with his brain and whether he should see a doctor, he heard Mo Zunyue speak.
"Eating one pill can satisfy the body's energy needs for a month. It is of high quality and low price. It costs 500 star coins each. Do you want to buy one?"
He Li stared at the dark pill:...Am I easy to deceive because of my appearance?
"Little girl, the people here are all poor, and you can't cheat. If you do this again, I'm going to call someone to arrest you."
How is it possible to take such a small thing for a month? The nutritional content alone cannot keep up with the body's needs.
Is it because liars don’t have brains, or because liars think they don’t have brains?
