Artifacts to cultivate immortals

Chapter 9 Research Vials
Ping'er was the only one left in the cellar, the cellar was not dark, and Osmanthus had left a lamp for Ping'er, Ping'er took off the small bottle around his neck and looked at it carefully.

This bottle looks unremarkable, and I don't know what kind of wood it is made of. It is warm and moist to the touch. There are some complicated and profound patterns on the body of the bottle, but it doesn't seem to be engraved on the bottle, but it seems that the bottle is born with it.

Ping'er holds this small bottle, and has a feeling of blood connection with this bottle, Ping'er feels very funny, why does he have a feeling of blood connection with a dead thing, but this feeling is so real, real So much so that she couldn't convince herself with the illusion.

"I remember that Qiankun bag was taken out of a small bottle before." Ping'er muttered, of course she now knows that things in the world of cultivating immortals cannot be judged by common sense. In such a large space, she thought about what Uncle Mei taught her to use her spiritual sense to explore this wooden bottle.

With a flicker of her eyes, she saw that there was not too much space in this bottle, which was smaller than the Qiankun bag she brought that Mr. Mei said was the lowest in the world of cultivating immortals.

However, the space of this small bottle is not the same as that of the Qiankun bag. If the space of the Qiankun bag is a fixed size like a built house, then the space of the bottle is like a torch lit in the dark, illuminating The place is the place that can be seen, and other places are shrouded in black mist.

Ping'er tried to put the universe bag into the small bottle and took it out again, but found nothing unusual, she tried to put the small bottle into the universe bag again, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do it, so she finally gave up. After trying it, I came to the conclusion that this small bottle should be a more advanced space item than the Qiankun bag.

Ping'er didn't know much about the world of cultivating immortals at this time. She didn't know that any space item cannot hold another space item, that is to say, a universe bag can never hold another universe bag, and her small bottle She doesn't know what it means to be able to hold the universe bag.

"Forget it, it's better to take the universe bag with you, and leave the important things in the small bottle." Ping'er thought for a while. According to what Mr. Mei said, all cultivators would carry the universe bag. But it is inconvenient to take things out at any time, and it seems out of place.

She carefully put her cradle swaddle and the white paper into the vial, thought for a while, and then took out an intermediate spirit stone and put it into the vial.When Ping'er was about to put the Jade Slip into the small bottle, he suddenly found that the intermediate spirit stones that had been put in before had disappeared.

Ping'er looked at the little bottle carefully, but still didn't see the spirit stone, but found that the space of the small bottle seemed a little bigger, Ping'er suddenly wanted to cry without tears, one third of her property just disappeared, the space is big A little bit is of no use, but she seemed to vaguely feel a burst of joy and happiness coming from the vial.

"Forget it, forget it, let's put the spirit stone in the Qiankun bag." Ping'er looked at the small bottle, regardless of the longing and joy coming from the little bottle, decided to put the spirit stone in his universe bag immediately, Lest I become a pauper with nothing.

Ping'er felt that she hadn't discovered all the secrets of the little wooden bottle, such as the mysterious green light in front of Qinglan's brother's bed, but no matter how she fiddled with the little bottle, the little bottle didn't respond, as if it was a growth model. It's the same as a space magic weapon.

Ping'er had no choice but to hang the small wooden bottle back around his neck, and began to practice. After all, no matter how good a foreign object is, it is useless. Only when he has enough cultivation can he go to Brother Qinglan. Ping'er follows the practice method Start to practice.

During this practice, Ping'er found a very strange thing. Half of the aura she had absorbed had disappeared inexplicably. No matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find where the disappeared aura went. Still inexplicably cut in half.

She stopped annoyed and thought about whether she had made a mistake. After all, she didn't have any teacher except Mr. Mei who took her to practice once. She took out the exercises and studied them carefully, and found that she didn't have any mistakes or omissions.

With a flash of inspiration, she remembered the green light that appeared inexplicably from the small bottle. Was it caused by the small bottle? The thief of her aura is this vial.

"Little Pingzi, little Pingzi, can you stop making trouble." Ping'er murmured, "I just want to practice hard and go to Brother Qinglan to make sure he's really okay."

The little bottle didn't move, but she seemed to feel that the little bottle was laughing at her, and she put the little bottle on the table annoyed, "If you're like this, then I won't take you with me. I've been practicing for so long, what should parents do?" Don't worry about me, let's go."

Ping'er didn't know why she lost her temper with a dead thing, she put the small bottle there angrily and planned to go out of the cellar to find her parents, but just as she walked away, she felt as if something had been gouged out of her body, it was very uncomfortable no.

She had no choice but to go back and hold the small bottle in her hand. She had no choice but to accept her fate. This small bottle might have something to do with her. superior.

"Father, mother, why are you all here? I'm so hungry." After Ping'er came out, he saw Osmanthus fragrans and Huzi looking at her worriedly.

"Silly girl, how long has it been since I didn't even look at it?" Osmanthus fragrans looked at Ping'er's blank face, and realized for the first time that the gap between immortal cultivators and mortals is really bigger than they imagined, Ping'er said Practice for a while, but this practice will take most of the day.

If Mr. Mei hadn’t told cultivators not to interrupt their practice at will before leaving, Osmanthus would have gone to the cellar to find Ping’er, and Mr. Mei also said that the higher Ping’er’s cultivation level, the longer the training time will be. It may be just a blink of an eye for monks, but for mortals it is a sea of ​​vicissitudes.

"Why is it getting dark?" Ping'er looked at the gray sky outside, she also has some experience, she just practiced for a few weeks, unexpectedly it's been so long, and she doesn't feel tired at all.

"Okay, don't talk about it, let's eat first." Huzi hurriedly stopped Guihua's complaints that she wanted to utter. At this point, she can only support Ping'er in cultivating immortality. She can't let her become a mortal without cultivating immortality. He You can't be so selfish.

"Father, mother, I will definitely pay attention to the time next time." Ping'er said happily: "They are all my favorite dishes, father and mother, you haven't eaten yet, let's eat together."

After the family had a hearty dinner together, Ping'er took the initiative to clean up the dishes. Fortunately, Osmanthus and Huzi didn't have sex with her just because Ping'er suddenly became a so-called fairy. How should they live? how to live.

(End of this chapter)