To realize the Tao, enlightenment, the Tao is to be enlightened. How to realize it and what it is realized is all a personal matter. Everyone has different understandings. There is no unified standard. The only standard is that there must be huge changes in the spirit before and after the "understanding".

Ye Zhe’s changes are so great now that only enlightenment can explain it.

"It shouldn't be enlightened." Ye Zhe touched his face and responded a little unconfidently: "It's not so easy to understand, I just figured out something."

In Ye Zhe's impression, "Wu" is so mysterious and often associated with those powerful monks. What does it have to do with him?

Qingmiao looked at him thoughtfully and nodded and said, "If you figure it out, you will understand it. Every flower, tree, grass, tree, insect and ant can be realized, but you will understand it."

Ye Zhe nodded solemnly. This was the guidance of a powerful tree demon whose cultivation level is comparable to that of the ninth level of the Golden Pill in the Transformation Stage.

After washing his face, Ye Zhe cooked something casually, then found a piece of dry wood, took out the flying sword and held it in his hand, and quickly cut it into a box.

Seeing Ye Zhe's wood-cutting technique, Qingmiao was a little surprised: "You have a very exquisite control over the flying sword."

It is indeed very exquisite, and does not require auxiliary tools. Just by hand and eyes, the wooden box is cut squarely and proportionally coordinated, like a skilled old carpenter.

"It's purely a hobby, only knowing it, it's meaningless." Ye Zhe said distractedly. As a sword cultivator, he used his flying sword to cut wood with his hand, which was too much of a loss.

"Haha." Qingmiao said with a smile: "I can't even control my own hands. Do you want to control my own qi and sword?"

Ye Zhe was stunned for a moment, and nodded again after a while: "It makes sense."

He found that he might have picked up a treasure. The treasure was not the best magic weapons in the cave, but the green seedlings with strength comparable to the ninth level of the Golden Pill.

Why did Ye Zhe give up on himself and live a life like a salted fish? In addition to his own conditions, the lack of resources is also an important reason.

On the path of cultivation, resources are mainly manifested in martial arts, magic weapons, blessings in the sky, spirit stones, and guidance.

The gap between him and those famous families is all-round, but what makes him most powerless is the last item. No one can give me advice during the cultivation process. It is too difficult to make progress by relying on him to explore it by himself.

Others have tutors, small training, unique experience, and tailor-made intensive training, but he only has the old textbooks and notes he left when he was in school. He doesn’t even know how to go about his subsequent practice. How can he not be discouraged?

But Qingmiao casually pointed out two very important information. She just remembered that she was comparable to the ninth level of Jindan. If she was willing to give herself guidance, wouldn’t it mean that she had an extra one-on-one family mentor?

Family mentors are very expensive, not to mention that they are at the ninth level of the Golden Pill, so they are making a lot of money now.

Ye Zhe carved the box carefully, spread a layer of velvet cloth, and then took out the ten spiritual ginseng from his arms.

The spiritual ginseng is worthy of being a spiritual ginseng. It has been dug out of the soil for most of the day and has been in Ye Zhe's arms for so long, but after taking it out, it is still green and green, just like it has just been dug out of the ground. With a gentle smell, a scent of spiritual fragrance comes to the nose.

Even if Ye Zhe does not understand medicinal materials, he can still know that these spiritual ginseng are of high quality.

After sniffing a few deep mouthfuls, Ye Zhe put them into the box and covered them.

Seeing his actions, Qingmiao asked: "Are you planning to sell all the spiritual ginseng?"

Ye Zhe nodded: "Yes, I won't use these ginseng spirits for a while. It's too much to make up. Is it OK to sell them for some money to improve life?"

Lingzhe is too nourishing. Ye Zhe is just a small sword cultivator who has the first level of construction. He cannot digest the nutrition of Lingzhe. Even if he can digest it, it is too wasteful. Lingzhe is best to sell Lingzhe to alchemists and cooperate with some auxiliary medicines to fully utilize the effects of Lingzhe.

The king, minister and the ministers and the envoys, use Lingguan as the main medicine, and combined with auxiliary medicinal materials, a piece of Lingguan can refine elixirs equivalent to twenty or thirty Lingguan effects, and the effect is more gentle, and even his level can be taken.

"Of course, you are the leader of the sect, you can do whatever you like, but is it a waste to sell it like this? It took me twenty years to plant them like this." Qingmiao said regretfully.

"What? Twenty years? It's only twenty years old? I thought it's at least a hundred years." Ye Zhe said in surprise.

He had visited the pharmacy before, and the pharmacy he visited most often was called Huichuntang. In the treasure of the store hanging in the lobby, there was a century-old spiritual ginseng, which looked not as big as Ye Zhe's hands.

"It's just heaven and earth. It's seven days in the cave, a thousand years in the world. If Bobo's cultivation level is even higher, it won't be a problem to increase the time flow rate of the medicine field to a hundred times." Qingmiao said disapprovingly, but the content in his words made Ye Zhe stupid, and time accelerated?

"Uh, Bobo? It's called Bobo?" Ye Zhe pointed to the bored native dog lying on the ground and asked in an unacceptable way.

Although the harmless appearance of local dogs, people and animals, Ye Zhe’s deepest impression of it was that the moment when he opened his big mouth full of fangs and swallowed himself, such a fierce alien actually called Bobo?

The local dog thought it was calling it, so he raised his head and blew it.

"I'm up, it sounds nice." Qingmiao poked out her hand, and the branches and leaves that formed her fingers immediately extended over, touching the head of the dog, and the dog also cooperated to show a comfortable expression.

Ye Zhe showed an embarrassing but polite smile, but he was saying in his heart: I'm afraid there is no misunderstanding of the good sound.

Without worrying about the name, Ye Zhe turned to ask: "Can the time flow rate in the cave heaven be adjusted? Can the medicine field be adjusted separately?"

If the time flow rate in the cave can be accelerated, can it be slowed down? Five days inside are equal to one day outside. Wouldn’t it be many times more time to practice inside? It is simply a magical tool for preparation for the exam.

"It cannot slow down, it can only accelerate, depending on the range, the entire cave sky can accelerate at most twice. If it is used alone in the medicinal field or pond, it can accelerate five to ten times. The main reason is that Bobo's cultivation is too weak." Qingmiao said.

Ye Zhe asked curiously: "If divided according to the realm of human cultivators, what realm does Bobo belong to?"

Qingmiao shook her head: "Bobo is a spirit beast, and it cannot be divided by the realm of a monk. Anyway, if you fight, if you can not be swallowed by it, then anyone can beat it."

Ye Zhe recalled the situation when he was swallowed and shivered. He couldn't react at that time. He probably could not avoid its big mouth in the foundation-building stage, especially when it squats there harmlessly. Who would have noticed a local dog, even if it is a powerful golden elixir, the chance of being swallowed is high.

If you are swallowed into the cave, you will be trapped in it.
Chapter completed!