Strongest Abandoned Immortal

Chapter 8 Lingsu
Wen Shu stood up again after Chef Liu entered the room. Fortunately, Chef Liu was all focused on the pot of emperor millet she had brought to her head, and she didn't notice the person on the second floor of the inn with a hunched waist.

Wen Shu peeked from the side, holding her breath, wondering why Chef Liu wanted to steal Huangsu.

Emperor millet is extremely rare in Rui country, and there are only a few places in the country where it can be planted.Every year, there are people in the market who want to buy Huang Su at a high price, but there has always been a price but no market.

On the Li Huo Festival held every four years, the monarch will send people from the capital to distribute a pot of emperor millet to each town to worship the locust king and drive away the locust plague.

After the fire was lit on the night of the Li Huo Festival, the emperor's millet had to be worshiped for three days and three nights, so as to protect the town from insect infestation. Now that chef Liu stole the emperor's millet, I don't know what changes will be brought about.

Wen Shu recalled, four years ago, was the corn harvest in the town too much or too short?No special memory.

Chef Liu is greedy for petty gains, and it is common for her to run short of kitchen supplies. Ye Shi and Wen Shu knew about it, but Wen Shu was puzzled that she dared to put the idea of ​​sneaking on Huang Su.

In name, Chef Liu is from the Little Longevity Inn, if the news gets out, it will cause disaster.

Before dawn, Wen Shu plucked up her courage and slipped into the kitchen.

She searched in the kitchen, and soon found the small cloth bag mixed with the whole grains in the cupboard.

After pondering for a while, Wen Shu emptied a bag of flour, made a bag out of common corn and yellow millet in the kitchen, packed the yellow millet, and hid it in her bosom.

After sorting it out, she took out the stone that she bought as a lottery from a peddler, and looked at it in her hand.

It was already dawn, and Wen Shu could clearly see the stone she bought without the help of a light.

The stone is smaller than her palm, and it is similar to the common rocks in the back mountains of Huizhen, but the color is slightly different, darker.Putting it in my arms overnight, the stone is warm, and the fine dark red lines on the surface are more vivid.

"According to the incomplete Qi Condensation Jue, there are many miraculous things in the world. If a person has spiritual roots, he can cultivate immortal immortals if he has the opportunity." Wen Shu spent the whole night flipping through the book. "Condensation Qi Jue" is a practice secret book, it is better to say that it is a wild gossip, and it is not left by a master, but an old Taoist priest who has spent decades in seeking immortality. The practice experience that came down.

The old Taoist priest was an ordinary old Taoist who did things for the dead. He happened to meet a drunken fairy teacher who said that he had three spiritual roots in his body and could practice immortality. The old Taoist priest was also drunk at that time. Has disappeared.

Ever since the old Taoist knew that he could cultivate immortals, he left all his wealth behind. For decades, he traveled among famous mountains and rivers, looking for sects of cultivating immortals and masters who attained the Tao.It's a pity that ordinary people's cultivation of immortality is like a stone entering the vast sea. After several decades, the road to cultivation of immortality will not be successful, and the old Taoist will have reached the end of his life.At the end of the book, there are a few simple formulas attached, which are the formulas of "cleaning the heart and concentrating the energy" used by the old Taoist in meditation.

In the previous life, Yue Wenshu got this book, and even if she didn't read it, she threw it into the stove and used it as a kindling paper, but now it's different.

After experiencing the tragic death suddenly like a dream and the mysterious dragon spitting fire at the Li Fire Festival last night, Wen Shu is more convinced that there are real immortals in the world.

"Spiritual roots can be big or small, some are as thin as a hair, and some are as broad as a river. Cultivators in the world must have spiritual roots, and spiritual roots are divided into five types: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. According to different cultivations, monks can be divided into: Qi training, foundation building. The old Taoist didn’t talk about it any further, I’m afraid he doesn’t know anymore.” Although the book is old, judging from the words and sentences in the book, the old Taoist also asked with all his heart, but it’s a pity The spiritual roots on his body were as thin as a hair, no matter how hard he practiced, he couldn't make any progress.

Wen Shu recalled what was said in the book, and then weighed the black stone in her hand. If she hadn't seen similar black stones placed on the magic circle, such a dark and inconspicuous stone would even be picked up to press the pickles in the inn. There are no qualifications for jars.

After a busy day yesterday, the firewood ash under the stove in the inn was punched thickly. Wen Shu didn't care about being gentle, so she rubbed the ashes away with her feet, and after revealing the gossip circle, she put the black stone on the above.

There was no reaction at all, Wen Shu wondered, is it still possible to have a spirit stone?

She gritted her teeth, bit hard the wound that had just been cut the day before, squeezed out some blood, and smeared it on the magic circle.

No matter which one of the five elements thaumaturgy is used in the magic circle in the cultivation world, there are only two ways to drive it, one is the driving formula of the person who set up the formation, and the other is to use spiritual power to drive it forcibly. So ignorant, she didn't know that there was a mysterious power in her blood that stimulated the spiritual power of the spirit stone. As soon as her hand touched the magic circle, the blood all over her body rushed to the magic circle and the black stone.

In an instant, the dark red lines on the surface of the black stone burned like fire, and the red lines crawled from the stone to the magic circle as if alive.

"Crackling," the familiar and terrifying sound of the magic circle turning, above the gossip magic circle, among the five dim characters of "Gold, Wood, Water, Fire and Earth", the words "Water and Fire" lit up, and a dazzling light shone out.

Not good, Wen Shu thought of the raging fire and the ice on the ground that day, and wanted to escape immediately. The white light on the magic circle surrounded her like magic.

Wen Shu was enveloped by the white light and couldn't move even an inch. The dazzling light became brighter and brighter, and finally swallowed her whole.

After Yue Wenshu disappeared, the magic circle became silent again, and only the ashes were left under the stove.

The kitchen was quiet again, and the sky gradually brightened.

Wang Cai and Zhao Fugui, the two clerks in the Xiaochangsheng Inn, yawned and walked out of the room.

"I'm exhausted, I only pay three or two dollars all day long, which is only cheaper for that wicked woman, Cook Liu." There are four classes of people in the Little Changsheng Inn. The first class is naturally the guests, and the second class is Liu. The cook, the third class is Ye's mother and son, Wang Cai and Zhao Fugui are the fourth class.

"Don't talk nonsense, that old witch's ears are amazing, but don't forget the last time Little Pepper spoke ill of her in the backyard, she stopped her and slapped her ears several times," Little Pepper said Yue Wenshu, In the eyes of the guys, Yue Wenshu was the second hardest host in the inn, after Cook Liu, she was the only one.

"What are you afraid of? These days, Chef Liu wakes up late, and the proprietress will get up and go to the street with Master Wenhan after a while. Chef Liu will surely sleep until the sun rises." Seeing that there was no movement in Chef Liu's room, Wang Cai whispered complained.

The two of them walked into the kitchen and saw that their noses were almost crooked with anger, "Which one lived so young, he spilled the ashes of the stove all over the floor." Wang Gui stepped forward and kicked the ashes away, there was nothing under the stove. The array disappeared.

"Don't let the rats enter the kitchen, don't talk about it, the young master has come out," the two men heard a yawn from upstairs, and the men collected the ashes, and went to fetch water and chop firewood.

Yue Wenhan also got up, it was still early, and his sister and mother hadn't even got up yet, so he took out a few books that he spent half his fortune on last night and read them.

"Since my mother and Shu'er both told me to read this book carefully, let me start with you." Wen Han didn't have much interest in "Strengthening the Body" at first, but all the women in the family told him to start reading from this book. , he forced himself to look up.

There was a panic in his heart for no reason. Yue Wenhan, who was leaning on the doorpost in the courtyard of the inn and reading a book, had his eyelids twitch, and he scratched his head. After eating, you won’t grow your brain anymore. The book says that Zamabu can gather energy, so let’s try it.”

In the empty courtyard illuminated by the morning sun, Yue Wenhan made a fist with his hands, his feet were shoulder-width apart, he breathed out with his chest in his chest, his body was as tall and straight as a pine and cypress, his toes pointed forward, and after stabilizing the center, he squatted down and got off the horse. After a while, he settled down mind.

(End of this chapter)