Qingyun Peak Lotus Terrace.
The true energy of heaven and earth gathered together and continued to flow towards the girl who was meditating.
She had her hair in a ponytail, she was sixteen or seventeen years old, her eyes quietly opened their eyes, her eyes were lively, and she had a playful and cute aura.
Seeing the middle-aged man across from him with his eyes closed and concentrating on practicing, the girl quietly stood up and stood on tiptoes to sneak away.
"Where are you going, little junior sister?"
The middle-aged man asked without opening his eyes.
Su Ling'er's body stiffened, and her beautiful eyes turned twice, "Go, go to the toilet."
Immortal Yuanhua said: "Didn't you go there half an hour ago?"
Su Ling'er said again, "I'm hungry, go get something to eat."
Immortal Yuanhua opened his eyes, flicked his fingers, and a grain pill flew over.
Su Ling'er took the grain pill as big as a walnut and curled her lips.
"This thing tastes terrible!"
"I added your favorite osmanthus cake in it."
Su Ling'er sat down on the futon, "My favorite is no longer sweet-scented osmanthus cake."
Immortal Yuanhua finally opened his eyes, and the layers of invisible Tao charm converged.
"So what does little junior sister like to eat most now?"
Su Ling'er immediately became energetic, "Hot pot! Pickled fish hot pot, pork bone hot pot, spicy hot pot!"
Immortal Yuanhua said doubtfully, "I have never heard of eating like this."
Su Ling'er rolled her eyes at him, "That's for sure. Senior brother invented hot pot. Only senior brother and I have eaten it in the entire Dongzhou, no, in the whole world."
She enthusiastically introduced hot pot, from frying hot pot ingredients, to boiling bone soup, to selecting ingredients, and finally talked about various ways to eat it with dipping dishes.
When I talked about getting excited, my saliva almost flowed from the corners of my mouth.
Immortal Yuanhua sighed, "I didn't expect that my junior brother is so talented in cultivation and has such a clever mind."
Su Ling'er nodded like garlic, "In addition to making hot pot, senior brother can also make squirrel fish, mapo tofu, twice-cooked pork, steamed braised pork..."
As she talked, the girl finally couldn't help it and stood up again, "I don't want to practice anymore, I want to find my senior brother!"
But no matter how much she activated her true energy, she could not fly out of the lotus platform.
"Little junior sister, you should just practice here obediently. Master has told me that I can only let you go after forming the elixir."
Su Ling'er sat back on the futon angrily, "Dad always said that I advanced too quickly, why are you urging me to practice now?"
Immortal Yuanhua thought for a moment: "Perhaps it's because Junior Brother is practicing faster. With comparison, Junior Sister, you will slow down."
Su Ling'er blinked, "Ninth Senior Brother, what you said makes sense."
Immortal Yuanhua shook his head helplessly, "After having my junior brother, you are not willing to call me Ninth Senior Brother anymore."
Su Ling'er's eyes were full of resentment: "Who told you to stay outside all the time and never come back to play with me?"
"Nowadays, evil spirits are rampant and demons are raging. We, the disciples, must share some of the pressure for the master and the sect."
"Then why don't the old guys in the sect get rid of the Demon Guard Way?"
"There are many immortals and monks fighting on the other twelve peaks. Even the Holy Son from Wanjian Peak has gone down the mountain to slay demons."
Su Ling'er said in surprise, "Isn't that sword madman in seclusion to attack the Immortal Sect?"
Immortal Yuanhua shook his head, "The only thing left at Wanjian Peak is his natal sword, but as for himself, he has already gone down the mountain.
Three years ago, I met him in the Windproof Valley. At that time, he had just killed an immortal deacon of Xuanyin Sect. "
Su Ling'er was shocked, "He didn't open the Immortal Sect, and his natal sword is still here. How could he kill the Immortal?"
No matter how powerful the monks who have not yet opened their immortal gates are, they are still in the human realm.
It is more difficult to cross the border and kill the immortal than to reach the sky.
For tens of thousands of years, the monks born in this world are like crucian carp crossing the river.
There are only a handful of people who can cross the border and kill immortals!
What's more, that guy hasn't brought his natal sword yet.
Immortal Yuan Hua thought for a while and said, "I suspect that he has entered the way of swordsmanship and turned himself into a sword."
Su Ling'er took a breath, "Madman, what a madman."
After a second thought, he sighed again, "We are both Holy Sons, why is there such a big gap between him and his senior brother? My senior brother is better."
Immortal Yuanhua asked: "The gap you mentioned refers to the realm?"
Su Ling'er rolled her eyes and said, "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."
She sat cross-legged, looked inwards, and gathered her energy towards her Dantian.
"I should also become stronger as soon as possible, so that I can protect my senior brother when he goes down the mountain to gain experience."
…
Seven days passed in a flash.
It's dusk again.
Li Mu put his hands behind his back and patrolled back and forth.
Six altars were set up in the main hall, and each member of the corpse refining team was responsible for one.
After Li Mu's careful instruction, these five people have mastered some simple corpse-refining secrets and shared a lot of work with him.
The person who can refine corpses the fastest is undoubtedly Wang Qingmo, the Nascent Soul monk. Whether it is the amount of true energy or the strength of his spiritual consciousness, it is unmatched by the other Qi-refining snacks.
Next is Hong Xiangsheng, this little guy has broken through to the foundation building stage.
He regarded corpse refining as a spiritual practice, and except for eating, drinking, and sleeping for an hour, he spent the rest of the time refining corpses.
Taoist Aunt Huishan was so moved that she personally selected a hundred Shuiyue tribesmen in the foundation-building stage to serve as "power banks" for him.
The rest are Gu Yue, Qin Shuang and Zhao Tiesheng.
They didn't practice the Yuan Devouring Art, so they could only use elixirs to replenish their true energy.
Taoist Aunt Huishan did not treat them badly, and opened the supply of various precious elixirs and supplements such as Qi-Building Pills and Yangshen Decoctions.
After refining the corpse for a few days, the realms of these three guys have actually improved.
Li Mu turned around, came to the third altar, and placed the jade bottle next to Gu Yue.
"This is the last bottle for today, finish it and call it a day."
Gu Yue grinned. The dark bags under his eyes and his pale face made him look like a panda who had successfully lost weight. "Holy Son, I can still persevere."
As he spoke, he stuffed three blue pills into his mouth.
The pure medicinal power is released and the true essence is quickly replenished.
"Although refining corpses is a bit tiring, it can exercise your body and mind, and it has many benefits for your practice."
"This is much faster than practicing by yourself. And I have a feeling that in just a few days, I should be able to break through to the eighth level of Qi refining!"
Qin Shuang, who was resting aside, had stars in his eyes, "Senior brother is so awesome!"
Gu Yue encouraged, "Junior sister, please work hard too!"
"Yeah!"
Li Mu felt a chill and quickly stayed away from these two disgusting Taoist monks.
A Shuiyue clan deacon walked into the hall and said respectfully:
"Holy Son, the Palace Master invites you to come over and have tea."
Li Mu was stunned, "The old immortal is back?"
The deacon nodded, "Holy Son, please come this way."
Li Mu turned around and gave Wang Qingmo and others some instructions, then followed the deacon to a courtyard in the back mountain of Shuiyue Palace.
Shuiyue Immortal quickly called Li Mu over to sit down and poured a cup of spiritual tea himself, "I refined more than three hundred immortal corpses in just a few days. Thank you for your hard work."
Li Mu took the tea cup with both hands and said politely: "Without the supply and support of Shuiyue Palace's elixirs, we would not be able to move as fast as we want."
The two of them were polite for a while, and then Immortal Shuiyue said: "That old guy from Dao Pavilion has agreed for you to go."
Li Mu saw the other party's face glowing red, as if he was glowing with a second spring. He secretly thought in his heart and asked the Pavilion Master with a weird temper. Could it be that he had been put to sleep overnight?
I don’t dare to think about it.
I can only express my sincere thanks: "Thank you for your hard work, old immortal!"
