Chapter 67: Go here to seek enlightenment, one hundred and twenty-five
He only has two or three spiritual stones on his body now.
There are quite a lot of talisman papers, just in case of emergencies.
Now we urgently need a wave of blood.
But the fairy seedlings he planted before were not all harvested by him at once.
After so many years, the life span of a Qi Practitioner has long passed.
It’s not that Gu Changsheng looks down on these fairy seedlings.
If there are foundation-building monks among these fairy seedlings, they can come back again.
He can wake up from his dreams with a smile.
What if we let him wait another hundred years? !
Unfortunately, this is not possible.
It is difficult for a thousand Qi-training casual cultivators to find a foundation-building true cultivator.
The road is rare.
At his current level of cultivation, not only is he busy building foundations, but he also doesn’t know when he will be able to gamble on the beautiful scenery between heaven and earth while wielding a sword.
Crossing the river with a reed, it seems as if the young hero is like an immortal!
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The spiritual energy in the mortal world is really very thin. After staying in the spiritual veins for a long time, Gu Changsheng felt very uncomfortable coming back to the ordinary world.
It's like coming out of an air-conditioned room, the sun is scorching outside.
It made the whole person feel very uncomfortable, and the whole body seemed to be resisting.
No wonder cultivators don’t like to stay in the secular world!
For cultivators, spiritual energy is like water.
And those who cultivate immortality are just fish in the water.
The spiritual energy in the ordinary world is too thin. There is only such a thin layer, which can only raise some small fry, but not enough body parts of some fish.
When water gathers, it becomes a river, a river, a lake, or a sea.
That is, spiritual veins.
The fish swims to higher places, hoping to cross the dragon gate.
Anyway, Gu Changsheng was not in a hurry and slowly got used to this feeling.
He walked slowly towards the fairy seedlings one by one.
He once planted ninety-nine fairy seedlings.
I have harvested once, but I don’t know how much more I can harvest this time.
...
Along the way, collect fairy seedlings and pick up resources.
In this Xuan Kingdom now, Gu Changsheng thought he saw the Chu Kingdom.
Forget it, no more comments.
The truth of this world is indeed cruel.
Mortals don't know, being confused may also be a kind of happiness.
But he didn’t go to Pirate Gate or Wangyue Pavilion.
Because many years have passed and it is no longer necessary.
In the eyes of outsiders, the Hidden Moon Swordsman of yesteryear has been dead for who knows how many years.
“Huh?”
Fairy Seedling No. 77 actually has a storage bag? !
Gu Changsheng blinked, with some surprise in his eyes.
This is the only fairy seedling left with a storage bag.
In the world of immortality, the value of a storage bag is about a hundred spirit stones, and there is almost a square of space inside.
The larger the space, the higher the price.
Just one side is almost equivalent to a first-order mid-grade magic weapon.
If you are not a wealthy monk, you would not even dare to think about it.
And this Immortal Miao No. 77 actually left behind a storage bag.
This is a lot of money!
Are you encountering some chance?
This thought flashed through Gu Changsheng's mind and he opened the "blind box" storage bag.
There are not many things inside, only a few items.
A low-grade magic weapon with more than thirty spiritual stones.
Three books, one incomplete Qi-training period exercise, and one secret method!
Other than that, there are just some miscellaneous things.
Not worth a few spiritual stones.
And that secret method, called Hidden Spirit Jue, can hide a person's cultivation, realm, and appearance.
Xiao Cheng can hide it from the monks of the same realm, and Perfection can hide it from the monks of a higher realm.
Isn’t this the immortal version of the art of disguise? !
Gu Changsheng took the "Life Record of Qingyang Monk" and read it.
Many monks in the world of immortality like to write this kind of record of their lives. I don’t know why, maybe it’s to prove that I’ve been here before?
Have you ever left your own footprints on road construction? !
Gu Changsheng would never write this stuff anyway!
[My name is Lu Jing, from an ordinary family in this Xuan Kingdom. For twenty-seven years, I have cultivated the path of immortality and entered the world of immortality. From then on, I named myself Qingyang.
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Enter the blue clouds, plant spiritual fields, hunt monsters and beasts...
I once encountered the remains of a Taoist friend, and his body was exposed in the wild at the foot of a secluded mountain cliff. After being blown by the wind and rain, it was sunk deeply. Quagmire, a bit sad.
When I buried my Taoist friend, I got a storage bag, more than a hundred spiritual stones, three bottles of elixirs, and the Secret of Spirit Hiding...
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…It’s a pity. 】
This is the end of the life record of monk Qingyang.
I only left one sentence of regret.
Obviously, his life was full of regrets at the end.
You can see it between the lines.
Gu Changsheng slowly closed the book and offered him some incense.
There seems to be no such thing as reincarnation in this world.
When you die, you are dead. When the body dies and the Tao disappears, everything returns to this world again.
Only when you become a high-level monk can you possibly seize the body.
Live a second life again.
But these have nothing to do with Qi practicing monks like them.
"Cultivation to immortality, cultivation to immortality, what is it in the end?"
Gu Changsheng sighed and threw the storage bag into his sleeve.
He now has two storage bags, each with space on one side.
Looked at the incense stick that was still burning slowly.
He turned around and left.
......
These harvests obtained from Immortal Miao No. 77.
He became rich overnight.
This also made Gu Changsheng full of expectations for the next immortal seedlings.
Unfortunately, he never achieved anything big until the end.
Ninety-nine fairy seedlings can come back to the mortal world.
But it’s just 12 out of 10 people.
How could such a chance cultivator appear?
It’s all because of his good luck!
In the two storages he currently has, there are more than a hundred spirit stones alone.
Moreover, those miscellaneous things are worth some spirit stones. In total, there should be thirty or forty spirit stones.
It really brought back a lot of blood.
And this fairy seedling record is now completely invalid.
He is no longer ready to plant those fairy seedlings anymore.
The time between planting and harvesting is too long.
Absolutely unnecessary!
Besides, it seems that he planted fairy seedlings in the past just to explore the world of immortality, right?
Gu Changsheng shook his head and glanced at the sky above his head.
He has to stay in the mortal world for a while longer, at least to cultivate this spirit-hiding art, and then continue to practice the talismans.
Become a real Talisman Master!
He will not leave so quickly until the spiritual energy in his body begins to slowly merge with the spiritual energy between the mortal world and dissipate to the outside world.
This process will take almost ten years.
And now, there are about eight or nine years left.
And in this mortal world, he seems to have a family.
At least, it used to be his home.
Gu Changsheng glanced in a certain direction in the distance.
There was a touch of tenderness and nostalgia in his eyes...
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After many years, the mountain seemed to be the same as when he first left.
Year after year, day after day, no one disturbs me.
It’s just that for a hundred years, life and death are so vast that I can’t forget them without thinking about them.
It is inevitable that there is a lonely grave thousands of miles away, and there is no place to talk about the desolation.
"I have been seeking Taoism for a hundred and twenty-five years, Mu Wan, and I am back."
(End of this chapter)