Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 1014 Gift of God Fruit

After consulting Haotian God, An Qingli returned to the wine shop.

Working hard for thousands of years, he earned a lot of thought power. With the thought power he earned, he bought four long-lasting divine fruits, and then went out of the God Realm.

Anything other than the God Realm can be called the Lower Realm, including the previous Immortal Realm.

An Qingli went to Qian Empire.

She still owes the teacher a promise.

He still owes the Supreme Emperor a great favor.

In addition, to Master, those who should be filial should still be filial.

Today's An Qingli is in the late stage of Immortal Venerable, and his cultivation base is two levels higher than that of the national teacher.

The national teacher was playing chess with himself, and suddenly fell into a dream.

As a quasi-god, An Qingli already possessed a tiny amount of divine power of her own, so it was inconvenient for her to show up easily.

In fact, it’s okay to be real.

But God has the style of God, and the established rules are like this, so it is not easy to show up at will.

"How did you get into my dream?" The national teacher asked with a smile, shaking his feather fan.

An Qingli said: "After nearly ten thousand years of wandering, I got a great opportunity. What kind of magic pill do you need, national teacher?"

"Oh?" The national teacher stopped the feather fan in his hand, so he was a little surprised, but he didn't feel too surprised when he thought about the great luck of An Baichang and An Qingli.

An Qingli said: "Please tell me."

But before coming here, An Qingli had already asked An Shaoyi about the magic pill that the national teacher wanted.

However, An Qingli didn't have a magic pill in his hands, but a magic fruit that was tens of millions of years old.

For immortals, that divine fruit is comparable to a divine pill.

The national teacher suppressed his excitement, and said with joy: "I want a grain of Erdan."

really.

An Qingli nodded and smiled, took out a 50-year-old calamity fruit, and handed it to the national teacher.

"This is me and Shangshan, and Patriarch Shaoyi, who sells wine and picks fruits, and specially honors you, and Master Patriarch."

Shangshan is half an apprentice of the national teacher, so the identity of the master is also worthy of responsibility.

"Have a heart! Have a heart!"

The national teacher was inexplicably excited and thanked repeatedly.

An Qingli went out to the dreamland of the national teacher, the figure of the national teacher dispersed, dispersed into a cloud of smoke, and went to a small world.

In that small world, there is the mother of the national teacher.

And the mother of the national teacher is the teacher who saved the country, she went against the way of heaven, entered reincarnation, and suffered thousands of sufferings.

This is now the [-]th century.

The mother of the national teacher was poor and lived alone in a shabby room.

"You are?" the mother of the national teacher was disheveled, curled up on the broken bed, and asked drowsily.

"Mother."

The national teacher gave a low cry, knelt down, and sent the priceless fruit of salvation into the old man's belly.

This 50-year misfortune can save thousands of lives, and after reincarnation, the mother of the national teacher will not only get rid of all misery, but also enjoy enviable comfort and wealth.

"Who are you?" The suddenly light and healthy old man asked with burning eyes.

The national teacher held the old man's hand and said with a soft smile, "May my mother return to the fairy world as soon as possible, so that her life will be endless."

After leaving the Qian Empire, An Qingli went to the Shendan Mansion of the Xianzong Kingdom.

As far as An Qingli is concerned today, from the Qian Empire to the Xianzong Kingdom, it is just a matter of taking one step and arriving in a blink of an eye.

When An Qingli went, she deliberately chose to go at night.

From nowhere, Mu Sheng got a single prescription of a ninth-grade elixir, and hid in the restriction, secretly researching it.

The entire Divine Pill Palace disapproved of him refining the Ninth-Rank Pill at this time, because he might not be able to withstand the lightning calamity of the Ninth-Rank Pill.

But his heart is itchy, the more he is not allowed to practice, the more he is itchy.

It's okay, he just reads, studies and studies, and doesn't practice.

In the Divine Pill Mansion, Que Yao Danzun's health has improved, and he is actively preparing for the next divine pill.

But Danzun Que Yao just recovered his body, who would want him to refine the alchemy so quickly.

What's more, the last pill has made Que Yao Danzun lie on the sick bed for ten thousand years.

The last time the Divine Pill Thunder Calamity escaped death, it is unknown whether it will survive this time if it is practiced again.

But it doesn't matter, Danzun Que Yao is just making preparations, he is not busy practicing.

"Hey!"

Xiao Jintan shook his head and sighed softly, why is it so worrying at such an advanced age.

An Qingli used the dream-entering technique, and captured a small strand of Mu Sheng's soul, and entered the dream created by An Qingli.

"Apprentice!" Mu Sheng called out in surprise, and then said with a little vigilance, "I haven't seen you in ten thousand years. Is it a real apprentice or a fake apprentice?"

An Qingli immediately said: "Master is beautiful."

Mu Sheng waved his sleeves: "True apprentice!"

Seeing Mu Sheng again, the little ones were also very happy.

Xiao Lingxi also asked An Qingli to send out the specially prepared robes.

This robe is not only gorgeous, but it is also made of things from the God Realm, which is very resistant to lightning strikes.

"Good apprentice! Good consonance!"

Mu Sheng couldn't help being overjoyed, took the robe with both hands, quickly put it on his body, raised his arms, spun around a few times triumphantly, and handed out all the prescriptions and experience he had accumulated over the years.

Although An Qingli now has half a foot into the God Realm, and may not be able to use these things, but it is still master's heart, and he still accepts them generously.

"Master, this is for you." An Qingli smiled, and handed out a wooden box with both hands.

"What is this, divine pill?" In short, most of the things the apprentice gave were good things, and Mu Sheng took them without hesitation.

Good things can't be opened easily, so Mu Sheng didn't open it in a hurry.

An Qingli smiled and said, "It's not a magic pill, it's better than a magic pill."

"Oh?" Mu Sheng was overjoyed, "Can I take it right away?"

An Qingli nodded briskly, pointed out, and removed the seal on the wooden box.

The refreshing fruity aroma immediately overflows the box.

"Can you take a big bite?" Mu Sheng asked, swallowing.

An Qingli said: "Just eat."

So Mu Sheng opened his mouth wide, disregarding elegance, impatient, hungry, and swallowed the divine fruit in one gulp, not even letting go of the core.

"Ha ha!"

The little ones laughed, Mu Sheng's father is so cute, I really hope that one day he can come to the God Realm to meet up sooner.

Mu Sheng swallowed the divine fruit, and the impurities all over his body surged out, turning into a stinking clay figurine in an instant.

"Apprentice! Apprentice!"

Mu Sheng, who was covered in stench, waved his arms and said excitedly: "Where did the fairy fruit come from? It's so powerful, it doesn't hurt or tear, and it expels the erysipelas in my body. And...and..."

Mu Sheng, who was inexplicably excited, suddenly pinched himself again, feeling his incomparably solid body, and said in great surprise: "My body has advanced! Apprentice, apprentice, quick, quick, stab me twice!" Knife, try it!"

The corner of An Qingli's mouth twitched slightly, but he still raised his hand, and summoned a sharp knife, and with great force, he slashed at Mu Sheng's arm.

The apprentice beheaded the master, and he was really filial.

But Mu Sheng's arm was not damaged at all.

If it was Mu Sheng's body like before, An Qingli could cut off Mu Sheng's arm with a single strike.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

Mu Sheng laughed loudly, snatched the small knife arrogantly, and stabbed himself in it, and nothing happened.

(End of this chapter)