Chapter 90 I’ll call you Silly Bai from now on
Only the long-lived mortals can live to be fifty or sixty years old, while most of the immortal cultivators in the Qi training period can live to eighty or ninety years old without any disease or disaster. .
It is said that there will be a life limit of one hundred and twenty years.
But there are only a handful of Qi-training monks who can live to this age...
I am afraid.
And once you build the foundation, you can get a life span of 240 and 50 yuan.
You can almost live the life of two or three Qi practitioners and immortals from birth to death.
Compared to Qi training, foundation building is indeed a great way!
Gu Changsheng watched as Mu Dao finally left.
Shaked his head, leaving only a sigh in the wind...
...
Having entered the foundation building, the next target is naturally the golden elixir!
But this goal is still too far away from him now, so he should set a small goal that is achievable first.
For example, become invincible in the realm of foundation building!
And to achieve this goal is naturally inseparable from hard work and practice, as well as a little bit of financial resources.
There are obviously many more ways and speeds for foundation-building monks to earn spiritual stones.
For example, just join a sect or a cultivating family.
No matter what, you can earn about a thousand spiritual stones in a year.
But the most suitable thing for him, which is not dangerous yet, may be selling talismans.
But unlike the first-level immortality skills, the second-level inheritance is rare.
However, you can always get it later as long as you pay attention.
Perhaps, in the meantime, you can learn alchemy, weapon refining, and formation techniques.
Be an all-powerful immortal cultivator!
……
“Meet Senior!”
B, in shop No. 38.
A young boy was saying respectfully.
Gu Changsheng nodded, then stepped in.
No foundation-building monk would come to see the store in person.
So he randomly recruited a casual cultivator who liked him to take care of the store.
Almost all the shops in District B look like pavilions and pavilions.
Gu Changsheng was sitting in this huge pavilion, sipping a pot of second-order spiritual tea with smoke curling up.
This is the unused leftover from the Foundation Building Ceremony.
Since he established the foundation, his talismans have become easier and easier to sell.
Compared to the Qi training period, the sales are two or three times better.
Moreover, after he acquired divine consciousness, the success rate of making talismans began to skyrocket. Seven or eight out of ten talismans were likely to be successful.
The talismans drawn by foundation-building monks are always more reliable than others.
I don’t know how many times his annual income has doubled now.
Although income is increasing, expenses are also increasing at the same time.
A first-level high-grade cave, a shop here in District B.
Daily practice, daily needs, foundation-building spiritual weapons...
This means that he does not rely on pills to practice.
Otherwise life would still be so miserable.
I don’t know how many years it will take to afford a second-level flying sword.
In fact, he still has several thousand spiritual stones left in his storage bag.
It is more than enough to buy a second-level spiritual weapon, the Flying Sword.
But Gu Changsheng still didn't show it.
At his current age, he is only sixty. Even with "Master" Li Qiye's lifetime accumulation, it is already an exaggeration to be able to buy a Foundation Establishment Pill.
You can also buy a second-level spiritual weapon immediately after breaking through the foundation building.
Isn’t this obviously a problem?
The higher the realm, the less spiritual stones there will be. However, the lack of spiritual stones is no longer the few before, but thousands, tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands.
It is difficult for monks to have no shortage of spiritual stones.
No matter how high your realm is, you are a cultivator!
“It’s raining.”
Gu Changsheng looked up at the sky with a feeling.
The sky was clear, but at the next moment a few drops of rain suddenly fell.
……
Listen to the rain, taste tea, and gain enlightenment.
The rain falls on the bluestones, bamboos, flowers and trees.
The sound of ticking is crisp and clear.
Sit quietly in this pavilion and listen to the rain.
It wasn't until the day was almost over that the figure finally stood up.
Before the rain was about to fall on him, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier and stayed in mid-air.
After he passed by, they all fell towards the ground.
Although I walked in the heavy rain, no water touched me.
Even the Taoist robe is still dry.
"Senior!" In the shop, Ye Nan was cleaning up the shop, and suddenly saw him and hurriedly saluted.
“Yeah.”
Gu Changsheng nodded slightly, but when he passed by him.
However, his steps suddenly stopped and he asked him, "Is there anything you don't understand about practice?"
Ye Nan was stunned when he heard this, and then nodded in surprise.
"...In fact, you can't have two choices, or this is the way to go."
Gu Changsheng slowly stopped speaking, his eyes calm.
This may also be a brief summary of his Tao.
After saying that, it didn’t matter whether Ye Nan could understand it or not.
He stepped out again.
Ye Nan looks very much like an old friend of his.
Ye Lan.
I don’t know if the young man I met in the mountains later succeeded in getting revenge?
……
……
The stars have changed, six years later.
Between several mountains hundreds of miles away from Luoxiafang City.
A figure wielding a sword and riding the wind gracefully wields a sword between heaven and earth.
Baiyun is with him, within reach.
The strong wind blew past my face, and my long hair was flying back.
The speed is extremely fast, and a long tail is dragged out after the flying sword.
This is the real flying with a sword, true cultivation of foundation building!
Gu Changsheng opened his arms, feeling the resistance of the strong wind.
It hasn't been long since I got this second-level spiritual weapon, the Light Shadow Sword.
He just wanted to go out for a spin.
Although you can fly with a sword in Luoxiafang City.
But after all, you still can’t do whatever you want.
At the very least, you can’t step on the head of Master Jin Dan.
How many lives do you need to be so arrogant? !
Maybe it is just an idea of the superior, but for the inferiors, it will be a life and death disaster!
…
“Hey…”
The mother heard Linglu make his last very sad sound before he died.
This voice was directed at a small listening spirit beast that had not yet opened its eyes.
But this little listening spirit beast was confused and raised its head slightly without opening its eyes, completely unaware of what was happening.
“Fellow Taoists, come and take a look. There is a cub of a listening spirit beast here. Unexpectedly, there is an unexpected harvest this time. When we return to Fangshi, we will definitely sell it for a good price!”
"Hahaha... what fellow Taoist said is true.
This spirit beast is a first-order top-grade monster!
The appearance and ability are both very good. If we meet a wealthy monk who is willing to buy, then we can make a lot of money from this trip! "
Several monks gathered around the body of the female listening spirit beast and its cubs.
At this time, their faces were full of joy and they were talking to each other.
But at this moment, a monk stared blankly at the sky with his pupils tightening
“Build...Build...Build the foundation...”
"What foundation building...? I've met my predecessor!!"
"This spirit-hearing beast is destined to me, let's make a price."
Gu Changsheng came with a sword and said calmly Said this sentence.
Other people call this kind of deer-like monster called a listening spirit beast, or a listening spirit deer.
But he himself prefers another name.
——Silly Roe Deer.
While passing by the sword in the sky, I noticed the situation on the ground.
I suddenly felt something in my heart and followed my Taoist heart for a trip.
The sword rises into the sky and goes away again.
The monks stared blankly at the dozens of spiritual stones in their hands.
This is not fucking enough...
But no one dares to tell a foundation-building monk that money is not enough.
When you meet a foundation-building monk, it would be nice if they can pay.
Even if they make a guest appearance, no one will come to complain on their behalf!
The little silly roe deer had just reached his ankles and was held in his arms.
"I'll call you Silly Bai from now on."
"Yoyo..."
(End of this chapter)