Chapter 1 Incense Cultivation System (Please collect and read)
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse outside!
Inside the house, lamps are burning like beans. There is a small table in the center with an oil lamp on it.
A young man sat on the futon, looking at the dim sword in front of him with dull eyes, and sighed deeply.
The slightly haggard and pale face and the messy hair look a bit unkempt.
It was Chen Ling who had traveled through five years.
He was originally born in a foundation-building family, but he has mixed spiritual roots in the fourth line and has ordinary qualifications. He has almost no resources in the family. Three years ago, in order to learn the art of weapon refining, he married the daughter of the tool refiner He Jing. He Yunxiu became the son-in-law of the He family.
However, by chance, the Qingyang Sect was engaged in large-scale land reclamation. The He family was recruited into the land reclamation team, and He Jing was accidentally attacked by a monster and died.
Not only did he not learn the complete weapon refining technique, but he was infected by the source of evil because of land reclamation, and his body fell into the root of the disease. He had to use spiritual power to suppress the evil energy in his body every day, causing his cultivation to completely stagnate.
Now in his early thirties, he is still practicing Qi at the third level.
It’s terrible!
It seriously hinders time-travelers and can be called the worst time-traveler in the history of time-traveling!
"Hey! I only have eighteen pieces of spirit fragments left in my hand. I gave ten yuan to the midwife. I'm afraid the rest won't be enough for Yun'er to buy supplements!" Chen Ling let out a long sigh.
Two lines of clear tears slowly slid down.
A cultivator is so bad that he can’t even afford his wife to give birth to a child or buy supplements, and he has no one left!
But there was no way. His own qualifications were limited, and the weapon refining skills he learned were not comprehensive. The success rate of refining the weapons was very low, and the quality was average. As a result, business was bleak, and few people came to him to customize magic weapons.
This time, Shopkeeper Shen finally customized a low-grade magic sword with him. The sword body has been forged, but he has been unable to figure out the key magic sword.
As a time traveler.
He has always believed that he can do better than others!
Even though he has poor qualifications and was abandoned by his family, he has always insisted on practicing hard. After all, as long as there is a glimmer of hope of building a foundation, he will never give up.
Although he doesn't have a golden finger, he still has the qualifications to practice, which is much better than ordinary people.
However, the cruel reality destroyed his enthusiasm time and time again!
No matter how hard you try.
No matter how hard you work.
Without opportunities and qualifications, everything seems in vain!
He has also tried many ways, hoping to activate the golden finger, but there has been no response. Now, he has basically given up hope for the legendary golden finger.
“Husband, please rest early!”
“If you can’t draw it according to law, I’ll just draw it tomorrow!”
“You are not in good health, so don’t hurt your foundation. That’s right!”
At this moment, my wife’s voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Hearing He Yunxiu's words, Chen Ling's mouth twitched. Although his wife also had mixed spiritual roots, she had a delicate appearance, a gentle and pleasant personality, and she followed him in everything.
Seeing that childbirth was imminent, I was still worried that he would harm himself by staying up late refining the magic weapon.
He said quickly, "It's okay, you go and rest first, I will finish it soon!"
Thinking that he didn't even have the spiritual stones to buy nutrition, he could only cheer up. Continue to draw the magic ban on the magic sword.
If it doesn’t work out, I can only go to the mine to work as a temporary worker for a while!
He Yunxiu's long sigh came from outside the door.
“As long as this magic sword can be refined, I can earn more than twenty spiritual stones, and then my life will be easier.”
The faint moonlight shines through the small wooden window. , shine into the room.
Chen Ling took a breath and prepared to continue drawing the whirlwind spell.
Jinshanfang was a city established by Qingyang Sect after they entered Yunmeng Swamp to open up wasteland. Over the past ten years, not only has the evil spirit within the surrounding two hundred miles been removed, but the safety has also been greatly improved.
However, some daily necessities are imported from outside, resulting in high prices!
It is extremely difficult for casual cultivators to survive here!
Even murders and treasure grabbing often happen. Because he is relatively poor and has learned the lessons from He Jing, the couple are usually cautious and do not go out if they can. They have been safe these years. Nothing happened.
"Life is really difficult, even becoming an immortal cultivator is so embarrassing!"
Chen Ling rubbed his forehead, took out another sapphire spirit tablet, and continued to depict the whirlwind spell.
This whirlwind formation is a second-level forbidden spell that consumes a lot of spiritual energy and energy. It must be carved carefully and slowly.
A quarter of an hour later, with the lack of spiritual energy in his body, the supply of spiritual energy was interrupted, the forbidden runes were broken, and the spirit board immediately emitted white smoke and was scrapped.
Chen Ling couldn't help but feel pain in his heart, and ten broken spirits were gone!
He strongly controlled his irritable mood, got up and walked around the hut to relieve stress. "There are only three spirit boards left in my hand. If I can no longer carve out the whirlwind spell, this business will be ruined again!"
Chen Ling sighed again and decided to take a rest and try again tomorrow.
The next day.
He Yunxiu had labor pains in his abdomen.
He quickly stopped drawing the dharma prohibitions and went out to invite a midwife.
At noon.
Chen Ling paced back and forth outside the room, stepping from time to time to look inside through the window, looking anxious.
Although he and his wife are both monks, they both have mixed spiritual roots. He naturally hopes that his child's qualifications are better than theirs. After all, he can't become a rich generation, so he can be a rich father.
Of course, it could also be a mortal!
When Chen Ling was feeling uneasy, he heard a cry in the house, and his heart suddenly relaxed. It didn't matter whether it was good or bad!
In a moment! The midwife Xi Niang came out with the baby in her arms and said with a smile, "It's my son. Congratulations."
Chen Ling's face was filled with joy, and he took the child wrapped in linen from Xi Niang's hands. Looking at the little guy whose eyes had not yet opened, he beamed with joy. The continuation of this bloodline made the depressed mood in his heart disappear.
Then he took out ten broken spirits and thanked Xiniang.
Xiniang took the spirit stone and said a few words of congratulations before leaving.
Go inside the house.
He Yunxiu, who was lying on the bed, looked a little pale and looked depressed.
Chen Ling hurriedly used spiritual power to nurse his wife back to health.
He Yunxiu looked grateful, and her face regained some rosiness. She said weakly, "Husband, what should I call this child?"
"Chen Pingan!"
Chen Ling thought for a while and said with a smile.
Although Chen Ling hopes that his children will have a bright future, in this environment, his biggest wish is to grow up peacefully.
So far.
He has resigned himself to his fate.
If you are not qualified enough, then focus on cultivating the next generation.
It is impossible to guarantee that a foundation-building monk can be cultivated.
He Yunxiu hugged the child, sighed slightly and said, "I don't know how happy your grandfather would be to see you like this!"
"You rest first, and I'll make some spiritual rice porridge for you."
Chen Ling said.
Then he walked out of the room and came to the kitchen.
The low-grade spiritual rice left in the rice vat is only enough for two days.
This kind of spiritual rice is expensive, costing ten pieces of broken spirit per kilogram. It is used as an aid in their daily cultivation, and is also the largest monthly expense.
Just wash the rice and pour it into the pot.
"It is detected that the host qualifications are up to standard, and the incense cultivation system is officially opened."
Name: Chen Ling
Incense value: 18
Spiritual root: four Attached to mixed spiritual roots (metal, wood, fire, earth, 58/100) (+)
Realm: third level of Qi training
Kung Fu method: Qing Yan Jue (entry: 40/100) (+)
Skills: basic weapon refining technique (entry: 38/100) (+)
Supernatural power: none
Life span: 30 days (+)
Refiner: First-level low-grade
[Family progress: The first heir was successfully born, and 18 incense points were obtained!]
[Tip: Incense points can condense longevity and make up for the skills. Improve spiritual roots and realm...!
Heirs, family property resources, family reputation... can all increase the incense value! 】
Just as he was about to light a fire, he suddenly noticed a virtual panel popping up under the corner of his eye, with lines of golden fonts on it.
Chen Ling was slightly startled and tried to open his eyes wide to make sure that the panel was still there.
“Could it be a golden finger?”
(End of this chapter)