Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 76 Withered Old Woman

Not to mention, although this purple sand pot is small in size, it is a rare and special magic weapon.

The fat-faced old man had spent a lot of effort before asking the monks of the Five Spirits Sect to forge it.

The space inside the pot is huge, and the tea brewed from it is also full of medicinal fragrance, refreshing and elegant, and full of aura.

"Thank you, Uncle Lu."

Several qi training disciples took the jade slips happily, and they just kept expressing their thanks, but they didn't make any further expressions.

This made the fat-faced old man roll his eyes depressedly. He had hinted several times just now that these brats are really not good at all, and they are unwilling to spend more than half a spirit stone!
Although I don't like it in my heart, it's not easy to have a seizure.

I can only secretly remember the appearance of a few people, and when they come to borrow books next time, I will make things difficult no matter what, and take advantage of it, hehe.

After angrily dismissing the brats away, the fat-faced old man raised his legs and put them on the table in front of him in a disgraceful manner, muttering with a sigh:

"Sigh, the number of disciples recruited in recent years is not as good as one batch, not only the number of people who go to the pavilion to read is decreasing day by day, they even don't understand the world at all.

These little bastards don't even look at how old my old man is, and they don't know how to show filial piety, so they are so angry at me! "

After drinking a few mouthfuls of fairy tea, the fat-faced old man felt extremely depressed.

No matter how much I drank it, I lost the taste, so I had to pull out the spout of the teapot in my mouth, and dumped it on the table with a bang, with a look of regret on my face.

However, just as he threw away the purple clay pot in his hand, an antique exquisite wooden pot suddenly appeared in front of him.

The fat-faced old man with an extremely keen sense of smell doesn't even need to look at it, just by smelling it, he knows that the pot must be the best spiritual tea.

When he was surprised, he hurriedly looked up, and a very familiar figure came into view immediately.

With just one glance, the fat-faced old man immediately beamed with joy.

"Ha...ha, you still have a conscience and know how to bring tea to the old man."

He was overjoyed, muttering in his mouth, while taking the wooden jar on the table into his arms.

Immediately, he quickly lifted the lid of the jar, picked up a pinch of tea, threw it into the purple clay pot, and drank it deliciously.

The chubby face that was still covered with clouds just now suddenly showed a look of extreme enjoyment, and the rapid changes in expression made people speechless.

"Senior Brother Lu, I knew you liked this, and it was specially prepared for you."

"How is it? The taste is not bad, the top-quality fairy tea bud tip, the little brother spent a lot of effort to get it from the ghost medicine building. This time I leave the customs, just to bring honor to your old man."

The one who spoke was naturally Xue Leng, who was preoccupied. Originally, he wanted to go directly to the second floor.

It's just that when passing by the first floor, I suddenly remembered that there was a senior with a good relationship here.

He often came to Zangshu Pavilion to read books during the Qi training period, and he also received a lot of favor and care from the old man, so he was not in a hurry, so he stopped by to visit.

"Well, not bad... not bad, the taste is strong and fragrant, good tea, good tea!"

After drinking half of the pot of spirit tea in one breath, the fat-faced old man pulled out the spout and smacked his mouth a few times before saying with a satisfied expression:

"You're not bad, you've even reached the level of foundation establishment. You must have come to the second floor of the Zangshu Pavilion to select exercises this time?"

It is actually not unusual for the fat-faced old man to ask this question.

Because most of the disciples who are new to Foundation Establishment are still practicing the most basic qigong methods, there are very few Nascent Soul True Inheritances like Xue Leng.

"Hey, Senior Brother Lu has won the prize. My little brother just succeeded in building a foundation a while ago. This time, I really came to the pavilion to select exercises, but..."

Speaking of this, Xue Leng paused slightly, as if he wanted to whet the fat-faced old man's appetite.

When he saw the puzzled expression on the latter's face, he waved to him, beckoning him to approach, and then whispered the purpose of the trip in his ear.

"If you have anything to say, just say it directly, and you are still so mysterious..."

"puff……"

The fat-faced old man with an impatient face spewed out a sip of tea after hearing something.

"The old man is alone, how could he know such a thing..."

"Shh!"

Seeing that the fat-faced old man reacted so strongly, Xue Leng quickly put his index finger to his lips, signaling the latter not to make too much noise.

"Hey, don't be nervous, I didn't expect your kid to look at an unfeminine look, but in private... oh..."

Seeing the teasing look on the old man's face, Xue Leng was embarrassed, and immediately covered his mouth with his hand, until he covered his fat face with a bluish green, and then withdrew his palm.

"Cough~cough, it's not that the old man doesn't help you, the upside-down formula is extraordinary.

It is not that there are no double-cultivation techniques that are comparable to it. I think there should be one or two sets of fragments on the third floor of Zangshu Pavilion.

Can your kid go up there?There is an elder Jindan sitting in charge there! "

After the fat-faced old man coughed twice, he was not surprised, but looked at Xue Leng suspiciously.

"Are there only fragments?"

Hearing this, Xue Leng also frowned, but then he was relieved, the leftovers are just leftovers, and there are many places to learn from.

After pondering for a while, he thanked the fat-faced old man, and then walked up the stairs to the third floor under the latter's suspicious eyes.

Just when he half-legged into the air, before stepping into the third floor of Zangshu Pavilion.

A powerful sense of consciousness suddenly added to him, as if examining himself, Xue Leng didn't dare to take a breath.

Fortunately, the move didn't last long, and the tyrannical pressure disappeared in just a few breaths.

As soon as he went up to the third floor, he saw an old woman sitting upright, Xue Leng quickly bowed forward, and said:
"Disciple Xue Leng, pay respects to Master Uncle."

When saluting, he also narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at the other party without any trace.

The old woman seemed to be near the end of her lifespan, with bags under her eyes drooping down on her loose skin.

Wrinkles like ravines densely climbed on that skinny face like an old tree root.

Xue Leng was taken aback by this face that was about to sink into the ground, with no vitality, and goosebumps sprang up all over his body.

"Ah."

The withered old woman barely opened her glued eyelids, revealing a pair of cloudy and shriveled eyeballs, and then closed them gently again, without making a sound.

Xue Leng bent down and bowed again, then walked lightly towards the bookshelf in front of him.

There are many bookshelves on this floor, but there are very few exercises. Most of the bookshelves only have one or two sets of jade slips.

Xue Leng didn't pick anything, just picked up a set of exercises and opened them up——

dead wood burial
Five extremely simple and vigorous fonts came into view.

"The name is a bit interesting, it should be a wood attribute technique, huh?"

Xue Leng's vision can be said to be extremely tricky, and he really doesn't like ordinary skills.

Even so, he was still a little surprised when he had a rough look at this tactic.

　It's hard to watch Taobo today, the update will be later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)