Alchemy body

For Ling Fan, cleaning the yard was almost a job he had been able to do since he was a child.It's just that in the world of comprehension, what Ling Fan cleans is not the dilapidated old temple, but the Qingfeng Palace.

Cleaning the interior of Qingfeng Hall is easy.But Ling Fan couldn't clean the courtyard outside Qingfeng Hall no matter how he cleaned it.Whenever a place is cleaned, the leaves that fall from the mountain stream are covered again.

"Senior Mo, I have swept back and forth several times, but these leaves keep falling, what should I do?" Ling Fan really wanted to finish cleaning quickly, but he couldn't clean it anyway, so he couldn't help but look at the leaves at this moment. Sitting under a red pillar, Mo Lao, who was dozing off, asked.

"Why are young people so impatient? If you can't clean it, just keep on sweeping." Mo Lao replied while lying down with his eyes closed and resting without looking at Ling Fan.

"Damn it!" Ling Fan was very annoyed when he heard this.This job was originally done by the old guy, but now it's good, he sweeps the floor by himself, and he sleeps.

"Hey! Don't be unhappy, wait until tomorrow, I will take you to see other disciples, then you can see how they work!" Mo Lao seemed to see Ling Fan's thoughts, and smiled faintly road.

To be a monk for a day is to strike the clock for a day.For Buddhism, life is so simple.It was the same for Ling Fan. After cleaning Qingfeng Palace for a whole day, Mo Lao just stood up when it was dark, and said to Ling Fan, "Let's go, go back and rest!"

"But we haven't finished sweeping yet!" Ling Fan said, looking at the leaves still covering the ground in the compound.

"I can't finish sweeping today, I'll do it tomorrow." Mo Lao said.

Ling Fan was speechless when he heard the words.I thought to myself that unless all the surrounding trees are dead, otherwise, I will never finish sweeping in this life!

As for the so-called resting place, it is a woodshed.Although it wasn't as good as other disciples' dormitories, for Ling Fan, he was used to living in a ruined temple since he was a child. This solid firewood house, complete with beams, tiles and bricks, is already very good.

After cleaning for a whole day, Ling Fan wasn't tired physically, but his heart was tired.After all, this kind of low-level work is too boring.After eating some food brought by Mr. Mo, Ling Fan made his bed in the woodshed and got up to rest.

The night in the mountains was dark and early, and the surroundings were extremely quiet. Even the faint breeze blowing by, Ling Fan could hear it clearly.When he first came to the Piaomiao Sect in the cultivation world, Ling Fan couldn't fall asleep no matter what.Originally, La Mo wanted to get up and have a chat, but the snoring sound from Mo Lao interrupted Ling Fan's thoughts.

Since he couldn't sleep, Ling Fan simply got up and practiced.Secretly counting the days, since leaving Crouching Dragon Mountain, he hasn't practiced for a long time.

In order not to wake up Mr. Mo, and not to let Mr. Mo find out that he was practicing, Ling Fan got up carefully, and walked towards the outside of the firewood room on tiptoe.

Since he had just arrived, he was not familiar with the terrain of the Piaomiao Sect, so Ling Fan didn't dare to run around.If a cultivator encounters him and regards himself as a thief, then the loss outweighs the gain.

Therefore, Ling Fan finally went to Qingfeng Palace.In the huge Qingfeng Temple, except for one visit during the day, there was basically no one at night.This is obviously extremely beneficial to Ling Fan.

After entering the spacious Qingfeng Hall, Ling Fan found a cushion and meditated on the spot.After carefully recalling the exercises taught by his master in his mind, Ling Fan closed his eyes and practiced.

"what!"

Ling Fan, who had just practiced the exercises, suddenly became surprised.In the mortal world, the master said that he has been unable to improve by half because he does not have the so-called aura to practice.But right now, Ling Fan had just settled down, and an invisible, intangible, but palpable air flow slowly penetrated into his body through his pores along with his kung fu.

These air currents are far from being comparable to the medicine qi in the medicine barrel. Once it enters the body, Ling Fan feels that the exercises are running extremely smoothly, and even the speed of cultivation is faster than squatting in the medicine barrel.After performing the exercise once, all the spiritual energy absorbed into the body began to flow automatically on the skin, then slowly penetrated, and finally sank into the bones.

Now with the pouring of spiritual energy, Ling Fan's bones also continuously expelled some impurity gas.After just one exercise, Ling Fan felt that the bottle strength that had been shackled for a long time had finally opened a small mouth.The cultivation technique that I hadn't improved for a long time finally made new progress at this time.

"Wow! This spiritual energy is really wonderful!" Ling Fan, who was exposed to spiritual energy for the first time, really didn't know how to describe the effect of spiritual energy.

"Boy, why is your skill so special? What kind of skill is it?" Just as Ling Fan was immersed in that wonderful state, the voice of the red-haired mouse suddenly came from his chest.

"I rely on!"

Hearing this, Ling Fan realized just now that he was still carrying a few red stones and a little mouse in his arms.Strange to say, if the red-haired mouse curled up and remained motionless, Ling Fan really couldn't feel its breathing, almost no different from those stones.Speaking suddenly, Ling Fan was obviously startled.

He guarded against people, but Ling Fan failed to guard against a mouse. The red-haired mouse actually saw the exercises he was practicing now.

"Little mouse, are you hungry? Are you trying to scare people to death in the middle of the night?" Ling Fanpo scolded.

"Say it again, who is the little mouse?" The red-haired mouse said angrily.

"I'm the only one here besides you. Who are you referring to?" Ling Fan laughed.

"Ling Fan, listen to me, I'm not a mouse. If I hear you call me a mouse again, I'll spray you to death." The red-haired mouse crawled out of his clothes and climbed onto Ling Fan's shoulder. He stared at Ling Fan with wide eyes and said angrily.

"Don't act recklessly, this is the Piaomiao sect, if you destroy the things here, can you afford it?" Ling Fan looked around and asked.

"Do you think I dare? Besides, this place is not mine, why should I pay for it?" The red-haired mouse opened its mouth wide.

Seeing this, Ling Fan suddenly raised his hand to cover the red-haired mouse's mouth and said, "Don't mess around!"

The red-haired mouse just wanted to scare Ling Fan, but it didn't want to block its mouth tightly, making it difficult for itself to breathe. In a hurry, the red-haired mouse bit Ling Fan hard.

"Oh! You little bastard, how dare you bite me!" Ling Fan immediately let go of the red-haired mouse in pain, and then cursed.

"Don't talk nonsense to me, I don't have the time to fool around with you. Tell me now, what kind of kung fu is so miraculous that a mortal who has not yet established a foundation can absorb spiritual energy for his own use? It's really incredible. " said the red-haired mouse.

"Don't ask me, even if you beat me to death, I won't tell." Ling Fan touched the palm of his hand bitten by the red-haired mouse.

"You..." The red-haired mouse was obviously annoyed when he heard this.But seeing Ling Fan's insistence, the red-haired mouse thought for a while, and then said, "Why don't I teach you a set of formulas in exchange for an answer?"

"Hahaha! Are you kidding? Only you can teach me any good tricks?" Ling Fan laughed out loud when he heard this.After all, it is impossible for a mouse to point out a person.