What kind of fairy are you cultivating?

Chapter 1 Your body and mind are exhausted
Under the Snow Cloud Mountain, Fulai Inn.

Liu Qing woke up faintly, and smelled the fragrant fragrance in the air, which made people want to move and be confused.

It's really strange, shouldn't I be lying in the hospital? What's the matter with this throbbing smell? Could it be that the little nurse really did something to me?
Since he was diagnosed with a terminal illness a few months ago, Liu Qing has been living in the hospital, smelling the pungent disinfectant every day, and he is particularly sensitive to other smells.

This level of richness, I am afraid that it has directly hit home plate?

Even if he is indeed a little handsome, there is no need to be so hasty.

What's more, I have no awareness of this at all, and I don't know whether it is a blood loss or a blood gain?
Trying to open his eyes, he wanted to take a closer look at the battlefield, but when his vision became clear, Liu Qing was stunned.

An antique room, a simple and exquisite soft bed, and an oil lamp shimmering in the dark night.

Completely unfamiliar environment.

Where did my delicate and soft nurse sister go?
Before Liu Qing could react, a wave of memories began to flood in frantically, and quickly flowed in his mind.

After simply smoothing things out for a while, Liu Qing finally figured out the situation thoroughly.

It turned out that he had crossed over.

Traveling to a world of cultivating immortals, where the clouds are treacherous and treacherous.

The situation here is completely different from the previous blue planet. There is no advanced technology, no fast network, and there is only an incomparably brilliant cultivation civilization.

And he, to be precise, was his predecessor, also named Liu Qing, a registered disciple of the Qing Lingzong of the Cultivation of Immortals sect.

The so-called registered disciples are a collective term for those newcomers whose aptitude is not enough to enter the outer sect.

As a great sect of cultivating immortals, Qing Lingzong will recruit new students every three years.

Newly introduced disciples will be divided into different levels according to their qualifications.

Those with innate seventh-grade spiritual roots can enter the inner door, and those with fifth-grade spiritual roots can enter the outer door.

As for those who are lower than the fifth rank, they will directly become registered disciples.

But this does not mean that anyone can enter this system. As early as decades ago, the requirements of the registered disciples of the major cultivation sects have already been the third-grade spiritual root, and this is only the minimum threshold.

Of course, in order to cultivate immortality, in addition to certain qualifications, you must also have a background.

Fortunately, Liu Qing's father was a handyman of the Qing Lingzong before his death. After he died a few years ago, the sect made an exception and made Liu Qing, who only had a second-grade spiritual root, a registered disciple.

In other words, with his strength, even if he is placed among the registered disciples, he is still at the level of a proper crane tail.

Not to mention the comparison with those inner and outer disciples.

Therefore, after two and a half years of cultivation with no results, he simply failed.

I am lazy when others are studying, and I am playing when others are practicing.

Until the moment before he crossed over, the strength of this body was still at the level of the Qi refining stage.

If it is a peaceful and prosperous age, entering a stable system and being bad is a good way of life.

But now the demons are rampant, and the weirdness is rampant.

Even the major cultivation sects of the human race, in order to compete for the only cultivation resources, are always facing each other with swords and swords.

In such a chaotic background, if you dare to act badly, isn't it pure self-destruction?

Moreover, the identity of the named disciple also has a time limit.

After becoming a registered disciple, one can temporarily stay in the sect to practice for three years.

But before the arrival of the next batch of new disciples, the sect will conduct a final assessment on them.

Those who pass the assessment can be promoted to the outer sect and enjoy better cultivation resources.

And those who can't complete the assessment will directly become handymen, responsible for handling the daily affairs of the sect.

Considering Liu Qing's current situation, although he is inferior to those disciples from the outer sect and the inner sect in terms of cultivation resources and skills.

But at least they have enough time for cultivation, and the Zongmen will also distribute certain spirit stones to them on a monthly basis.

Once the assessment fails and becomes a handyman, the treatment will be very different from what it is now.

Not only does it take a lot of time to deal with the Zongmen's chores, but the monthly remuneration is also pitifully low.

In addition, the handymen of the Qinglingzong will often be sent out to complete some secular tasks.

These tasks often carry a certain degree of danger.

Liu Qing's father encountered something strange during an outing mission. When he was discovered, his body had already been eaten and only bones remained.

If there is a slight chance, Liu Qing will never want to follow in the footsteps of his father.

But the current situation is that the three years have been squandered by the predecessor, and only the last half year is left.

Even if I start to forget about food and sleep now, and work hard to practice.

The chances of passing the sect's assessment are also extremely slim.

How should this be done?
Just when Liu Qing was thinking about what to do in the future, a virtual colorless box suddenly appeared in front of him.

In the box, a neat row of text is slowly appearing...

【You have been thinking for a long time, exhausted physically and mentally, and need to relax. 】

[There is a jug of wine on the table, it seems to be good for you, you might as well drink it up. 】

……

"Ok?"

Looking at the words in front of her, Liu Qing fell into deep astonishment.

Repeatedly confirmed several times.

This is indeed his golden finger, that's right.

But this gold finger of mine seems to be a little different.

Not only did it not encourage myself to practice hard, but it wanted to tempt me to continue to perform poorly.

"How can this work!"

"My generation of monks stands upright, relying on refusing to enjoy pleasure and working hard!"

"I want to continue to practice now, even if Jesus comes, I can't stop him!"

Liu Qing was filled with righteous indignation.

[After the body and mind are happy, there will be unexpected gains~]

"It's just a jug of wine, it's not too late to practice after drinking it!"

Get up, get out of bed.

Liu Qing followed her heart.

When he came to the table, he picked up the wine jug and drank the wine inside in one gulp.

[Ding~ Drink a pot of Fanjiu. 】

[Slightly happier physically and mentally, reward life yuan +1. 】

[The meridians are a little excited, and the speed of practice has increased. 】

The virtual text appeared again, and the harvest was credited immediately.

"This... so strong?!"

Despite being horrified, Liu Qing was not worried that it was fake, because he really felt the changes in his body.

The speed at which he absorbs spiritual energy has been significantly improved compared to before.

Of course, what shocked him even more was the reward of increasing longevity.

Just drinking a pot of Fanjiu directly rewards one year of life, if it continues...

Liu Qing became more and more excited.

The monks abandon the prosperity of the world and practice hard all their lives, isn't it for the illusory longevity?

"As long as I can stay in a safe environment and rely on hard work and systematic help, achieving longevity is no longer a dream."

"As one of Zhao Guo's five great fairy sects, Qing Lingzong has a lot of masters in the sect, and the safety factor is extremely high."

"Passing the assessment after half a year, staying in Qinglingzong as a foreign disciple is my best choice at present."

After saying that, Liu Qing no longer hesitated.

Activated the Qing Ling Jue technique, ready to practice while the iron is hot.

Just when he sat down cross-legged, he suddenly realized a serious problem.

This made Liu Qing, who was already cautious, instantly alert.

As a registered disciple of Qing Lingzong, even if he is not practicing, he should be in his residence on Xueyun Mountain now.

But looking around, the style and layout of the house is clearly an inn.

After searching in her brain, Liu Qing finally found some memory fragments.

It turned out that because the predecessor had no intention of cultivating and the life of the sect was too boring, he always went down the mountain in his spare time and went to the small town to enjoy some wild game.

These are some trivial things.

But the strange thing is that no matter how much Liu Qing recalled, it was difficult for Liu Qing to piece together the memories after going down the mountain this time.

It was as if it had been deliberately erased by someone.

Could it be the sequelae caused by time travel?
"There are so many bugs in this time travel, can the dog plan fix it as soon as possible."

While Liu Qing was still complaining, the sudden sound of footsteps outside the door caught his attention instantly.

The sound of footsteps became clearer from far to near.

It seemed to be heading for the room where he was.

"The one who came to look for me, so late, who could it be?"

Could it be that the service ordered by the predecessor has arrived?
How about...

"Brother, how about I test their business level instead of you."

Focusing all her attention on the sound of footsteps, Liu Qing tried to analyze the specific situation of the woman from it.

"Wait, that's not right, there's something wrong with the footsteps!"

Liu Qing has rich experience in her previous life, and can make a general distinction between women of different heights and weights.

But the footsteps of the woman outside the house, according to his standards, weighed only about [-] kilograms!
Day, is this predecessor a human?
At this time, the footsteps had stopped outside the door.

Through the window, Liu Qing looked outside, and just one glance made him break out in cold sweat.

The shadow of the man outside was at least 1.6 meters five.

1.6 meters five, thirty kilograms.

This this……

This slowly approaching thing is probably not a human being.

Combined with the memory of his predecessor, he recalled the cause of his father's death.

Liu Qing panicked instantly.

Shouldn't I be so unlucky!
　18-year-old newcomer female author, please collect and read~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)