Immortal Path Evergreen

Although Zhang Zhixuan is still injured, he should recuperate for a few days and then go down the mountain after his body recovers. But before he could rest for a moment, he immediately used the light body technique to leave the mountain gate.

When leaving Lingtian, he told Qingchan that he would be back within a day.

I didn't expect to encounter men in black attacking Fangshi. It has been five days now, and I don't know how worried Qingchan would be.

Qingchan couldn't speak since she was a child and developed a suspicious and sensitive character. Now he is her only relative.

Although she is sometimes naughty in front of him, Zhang Zhixuan knows that her little heart is still sensitive and inferior.

Zhang Zhixuan thought for a while, involuntarily speeding up his pace, and finally arrived near Lingtian before the sun set.

There is a wasteland near Lingtian, and there is a mountain that is not too high. The mountain is only more than fifty feet high, far less than the family's mountain gate, Tiantai Peak.

Because the rocks are hard and the land is difficult to cultivate, except for a mountain village nearby, few people pass by.

Since the discovery of the spiritual well, the monks of the Zhang family have moved the villagers from the mountain to the county town. Over the years, due to the scarcity of products, there has been no human habitation for a long time.

On the top of the mountain, a little girl in her teens suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain.

She had a pair of braids on her head, which made her look particularly delicate and charming.

She was wearing a green Taoist robe. The Taoist robe was slightly too bulky, making it look particularly bloated on the little girl.

The little girl was Qing Chan herself. She suddenly spotted Zhang Zhixuan in the distance. Tears in her eyes kept rolling down, and she spread her legs and ran towards Zhang Zhixuan.

Zhang Zhixuan was shocked when he saw Qing Chan running over.

When I left, I had already opened the protective formation. Although Qingchan had learned how to open the formation, without the Qi training period, it was impossible to open the formation.

Could it be that Qing Chan has broken through the innate stage?

This is simply impossible. When I left, she was only at the seventh level of innateness. In just four or five days, did she have any miraculous medicine? How could she continuously break through the third level, become a monk in the Qi training stage, and open the protective formation.

Could it be that someone opened the defensive formation and Qingchan ran out by chance.

If this is the case, I will immediately use the communication talisman and quickly light up the smoke to notify my family.

There are dozens of elixirs with extraordinary bead grades in the spiritual field. You must not take advantage of outsiders.

Although Zhang Zhixuan was very happy to see Qingchan safe and sound, he was still a little frightened in the face of the sudden accident.

Qing Chan rushed over, hugging Zhang Zhixuan's chest excitedly, whimpering from his mouth.

Zhang Zhixuan touched Qingchan's head and said happily: "Don't worry, I'm back.

I said, I won't ignore you.

Moreover, Xiao Qingchan’s spiritual roots are very good and his future is brighter than that of his uncle. In the future, his uncle may have to rely on you for protection. "

The two of them followed each other all the way back to the spiritual field. Zhang Zhixuan looked carefully and found that no outsiders had been in the spiritual field at all.

He looked at Qingchan intently, then checked her meridians, and said strangely: "How is this possible? How is it possible that in just four or five days, it is possible to continuously break through the third level?

After a few days, Qingchan actually succeeded in breaking through the innate stage and entering the Qi training stage. "

Although Qingchan cannot speak, there is no problem with her hearing.

She quickly took out an old teapot from the hut, pointed at the teapot, and babbling non-stop while gesticulating.

After a year of getting along, Zhang Zhixuan could understand most of Qingchan's sign language. After even guessing, his expression changed and he said softly to Qingchan: "You said that after I leave, you will draw water from the spiritual well. While watering the spiritual field, I discovered this teapot.

You were thirsty at that time, so you poured a glass of water from this teapot, drank it, and then fell asleep. After you got up, you wanted to find me, so you used your magic power to open the protective formation and waited for me to come back on the hill outside the spiritual field. "

Seeing that Zhang Zhixuan understood what she meant, Qingchan nodded vigorously, with a bit of joy on his face.

Zhang Zhixuan took the broken teapot from Qingchan. The teapot looked quite old, with a thick layer of patina on it, as if it had been left behind by someone who had played with it for a long time.

There was no trace of spiritual energy inside or outside the teapot, and it looked like an ordinary worthless antique.

But after Zhang Zhixuan observed it carefully for a moment, he could vaguely find some mysterious runes, which vaguely showed how extraordinary this thing was.

"Since the spiritual water in this thing can improve Qing Chan's cultivation, I'm afraid it is not an extraordinary thing. If you want to understand the effect of this thing, you still need a long period of observation."

Zhang Zhixuan put down the spiritual pot in his hand and thought to himself.

After returning to the spiritual field, the next period of time was relatively stable. Although the family monks searched and inquired carefully, there was still no news about the ninth uncle Zhang Mengquan, missing in the vast wilderness thousands of miles away.

During this period of time, Zhang Zhixuan was recovering from his injuries while exploring the function of the spiritual pot.

This spiritual pot can condense a small cup of spiritual water every day. This spiritual water is very spiritual. A small cup of spiritual water is equivalent to a low-grade spiritual stone.

However, this kind of spiritual water cannot be stored for a long time. After a day or two, the spiritual energy in the spiritual water will disperse and completely disappear into the air.

Although he didn't know the name of this spiritual pot, Zhang Zhixuan already knew that this thing was probably a very great treasure. Even a large sect like Qingxuan Sect might not have this kind of spiritual object in the entire sect.

A cup of spiritual water can be condensed every day, which is equivalent to a spiritual object that can increase one low-grade spiritual stone every day, which is equivalent to 365 spiritual stones in a year.

After a hundred years, a thousand years, and ten thousand years, the accumulated resources may be very amazing. As long as the spiritual pot can be preserved, a steady stream of immortal cultivation resources can be obtained every day. For a sect, the value is no less than the fifth-level spiritual vein.

"From today, I will call you the Water Spirit Pot!" Zhang Zhixuan looked at the old spiritual pot and thought happily in his heart.

The spiritual water condensed by the Water Spirit Pot has begun to help Zhang Zhixuan and the others.

Every morning, after Zhang Zhixuan finished practicing the Qi Condensation Technique, the two would take the spiritual water to practice and refine the spiritual energy in it.

According to the level of cultivation, Zhang Zhixuan would take four-fifths of the spiritual water every day, and the remaining one-fifth would be given to Qingchan himself.

Qing Chan's cultivation is still very low, and she cannot refine too much spiritual energy. Taking too many spiritual things will not only be of no benefit to her, but will have some adverse effects. With only one-fifth of the spiritual water, she cannot refine all of her magic power, and a large part of it will be wasted.