I'm a cannon fodder, and it makes sense to know 100 million points of skills, right?

Chapter 5 Selecting Exercises

On the branches in the moonlight, cold white light penetrates the white jade bamboo forest, and the mottled tree shadows change their shapes with the wind.

Zhong Lingge, who was sitting still, was awakened from his trance by the mountain breeze at night.

A few hours passed, and the effect of Bigu Pill wore off. Zhong Lingge felt cold, hungry, and sleepy. He yawned and rubbed his sore legs, then picked out a poor-quality spiritual peach from his storage bag. While eating, I reflected on the essence of my enlightenment.

To make a golden sword talisman, you must first communicate the golden spiritual energy between heaven and earth, then use the sea of ​​consciousness to control the talisman pen with the golden spiritual power in the Dantian, and draw runes on the talisman paper to carry the offensive power of the golden path.

The golden sword that is formed after activating the talisman relies on the runes drawn by the talisman master. If you understand deeply enough and know how to adapt, the drawn runes can take any shape.

It was not easy to create the runes that mimicked the golden sword. Zhong Lingge planned to do it step by step. She practiced repeatedly on the ground with her fingers, but she was always a little sluggish.

If she performed it on talisman paper, the ink would explode as soon as it ran out, so she did not plan to practice with the talisman pen and talisman paper immediately to avoid waste.

【Spiritual Song】

Zhong Lingge was suddenly startled. A voice sounded in the sea of ​​​​consciousness. It was the voice of a strange woman. It was really scary in the middle of the night.

"Who?"

[Spiritual song. It’s my mother]

Zhong Lingge was covered in cold sweat. Could it be that there are ghosts in the Immortal Realm?
The original owner's biological father and mother died ten years ago. At that time, the original owner was less than four years old, and his parents' faces and voices were not left in his memory.

"Who are you pretending to be? Come out!"

Zhong Lingge mustered up his courage and scolded the bamboo forest under the pale moonlight. At the same time, he vigilantly took out the fourth-level sword intention talisman given by his fourth senior brother and held it tightly in his hand to strengthen his courage.

[Lingge, don’t be afraid, mother will not hurt you. You should practice well. If the upper and lower realms merge, mother will have a chance to meet you.]

The crying female voice was uncontrollably excited. Zhong Lingge looked around. There was no one or ghost, and there was nothing within the detectable range of his spiritual sense.

"Integration of upper and lower domains? What do you mean?"

Zhong Lingge heard her crying, and for some reason, he suddenly wasn't so scared.

[Integration. Returning to Tai Chi, all things can be cultivated. Mother finally made your missing soul return to its place. Don’t be afraid of the spiritual song, we will be reunited one day]

The female voice became smaller and smaller, as if it had never sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhong Lingge sat on the stone platform holding his knees, his sleepiness disappearing again.

After finally returning the missing soul, does it mean that she comes to the realm of cultivation?She always thought that when she came here, the soul of the original owner went to the modern world where she was, but now it seems that this is not the case.

She possesses all the memories of the original owner, and even the joys, sorrows, and joys after each incident happened, are as if she had experienced them herself. After being here for so long, no one has noticed that her soul does not belong here.

If what the female voice just said is true, will it mean that she is a delusion in the modern world, and this is the world that truly belongs to her?

Waiting for integration, returning to Tai Chi, and eventually reunited
These words sounded far away from her, but they strangely gave her a wonderful sense of belonging.Before this, she had been floating in an unreal world. Only now did her feet seem to be rooted and she had the goal of growing upward.

"Lingge, are you awake?"

Wen Ningqian's voice came from outside the formation in the small courtyard, full of inquiry and concern.

Zhong Lingge quickly stood up, closed the formation barrier, and bowed to him standing above the bamboo forest.

"Master."

"I heard you exclaim, come here and see, is everything okay?"

Wen Ningqian did not enter, his consciousness shrouded the mountain peak, and he only took it back when he found no danger.Zhong Lingge did not tell anyone about tonight's anomaly, nor did he tell the mantra of the four arts in the sea of ​​knowledge. He only picked out the answers he could answer.

"I just discovered that there is something wrong with my Dantian and I cannot store spiritual energy. In order to meditate, I focused on comprehending the four arts. When I was excited, I accidentally made a noise and disturbed the master."

Wen Ningqian showed no surprise or shock and nodded calmly.

"It's okay. There's nothing wrong with your Dantian, you just need a heavenly skill. Now the clan says that the Five Spiritual Roots cannot build a foundation. Either they are short-sighted and talking nonsense, or they are too poor to come up with good skills and are too shy to admit it. Blame the five spiritual roots for being bad."

Zhong Lingge suddenly realized that her Dantian was fine and her spiritual roots were not bad either.

"Master, which spiritual root is the best in the world? Or is there no good or bad spiritual root at all?"

"The five spiritual roots are balanced, the single spiritual root is prominent, and the two spiritual roots can complement each other. Each has its own advantages. Even the four spiritual roots of heaven, earth, black and yellow are not the key to determining the future. Those with yellow spiritual roots only need to choose the right one. If you follow the Taoist tradition and are diligent and eager to learn, and don’t slack off in cultivation, you can become a great person.”

Wen Ningqian's patient explanation overturned the inherent concepts in Zhong Lingge's memory.

"I understand. It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to make things happen. If you hear others saying that your spiritual roots are not good and you don't work hard, you will really end up on the road to death."

"That's right. You understand everything and can accept ideas that are different from the worldly views. Those stubborn and rigid clans are not suitable for you. I wanted you to rest for a few more days. Since you have no sleepiness and are really worried, then go hide. Jingge selects the exercises, and a night without sleep will not affect the growth of the body."

Zhong Lingge's eyes lit up as soon as he heard it, and he was no longer sleepy now.

"Thank you Master!"

"Let's go."

Wen Ningqian waved his sleeves with an elegant and graceful movement. This time, he also did not sacrifice the flying treasure. He just used a soft spiritual power to wrap up Zhong Lingge and take him to the Tibetan Scripture Peak.

"Go and choose by yourself, just let it happen. After you have chosen, use the Flying Crane Talisman to return to the peak."

Wen Ningqian took Zhong Lingge outside the Sutra Pavilion. No one showed up, only his voice was heard, and soon even the voice and the fluctuation of spiritual energy disappeared.

Zhong Lingge looked at the solemn and solemn hall, looked up at the four big characters "Ten Thousand Slips Return to One" with flying phoenixes above, and felt as if his sea of ​​consciousness was suppressed by a heavy object.

Although the heavy pressure of the ancient palace was not offensive, it was hurtful to see it too much. She quickly looked away and strode into the palace.

As soon as he walked in, Zhong Lingge felt like he was in a whole new world.

Looking up, there was an endless expanse of black and blue, with only her and countless light spots, as if she had walked into the sea of ​​stars.

There were various types of floating jade slips. Zhong Lingge summoned a few of them and scanned them roughly through the light. There were exercises, anecdotes, maps of various places, and story books.

After being curious for a moment, Zhong Lingge put it aside and stopped looking around. He stood motionless, spreading the spiritual energy on his body, spreading the sea of ​​consciousness to the limit, and letting the light relaxation spread throughout his body.

She closed her eyes and felt it more clearly.

Far, far away, there was a white light flashing tentatively, getting close to the fluctuations of spiritual energy and consciousness she was emitting, as if to determine something.

The white light spots flickered very slowly, and the light was so thick that it was difficult to see what the jade slip wrapped inside looked like.

An unprecedented certainty came to her heart, and Zhong Lingge knew that this one was the technique she needed.

The moment her consciousness approached the jade slip, the light spot floated toward her and floated steadily in front of her.

Zhong Lingge stretched out her finger to poke at the white light, and the deep and comfortable spiritual pressure enveloped her. All the surrounding light spots disappeared, leaving her alone to reach out and touch the jade slip that represented the infinite possibilities of the future.

(End of this chapter)