Lin Wenhong looked at Xie Lingjun with his eyes closed, sighed, and whispered: "Well, whether you can get the inheritance depends on your own destiny."
I don't know how long it took, Xie Lingjun woke up and felt that he had slept well. He opened his eyes and looked at Lin Wenhong in front of him. For some reason, Xie Lingjun suddenly had a strange feeling. When Lin Wenhong touched his forehead,
The three characters "Yao Ning" appeared in his mind, as well as a unique soul imprint. Once the soul power touched those three characters, countless information emerged in Xie Lingjun's mind. Xie Lingjun looked at Lin Wenhong in surprise and asked
: "Brother, what's going on?"
Lin Wenhong did not doubt that he was there. It seemed that the boy in front of him was very lucky. He was able to get the mark in such a short time, so he explained: "This "Medicine Nerve" is also a mark passed down to me by the master. It only exists in my clay."
In Maru Palace, I will teach it to you to prevent me from having any accidents in the future and being leaked by the soul search... The other one is the soul mark of the past heads, which can be regarded as a token of the head. There is also the ordinary method of refining medicine.
, I will also teach you next, stop kneeling, get up."
Xie Lingjun came to his senses and realized that he was still kneeling. He stood up quickly. Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something and asked quickly: "Senior brother, now you are also a half-step spiritual heaven supreme and a fifth-grade alchemist. Why can't you cure yourself?"
Old wounds?”
Lin Wenhong felt helpless and replied: "What I injured is my spiritual root. I'm afraid only an eighth-grade or even ninth-grade alchemist can heal my spiritual root..."
Xie Lingjun couldn't help but sigh, how could he cultivate to such an extent even if his spiritual root was injured? If there was no injury, wouldn't it be easy to reach the peak? After thinking about it, Xie Lingjun quickly asked a question, "If I could understand "Medicine Nerve", would it be possible?
it is helpful for you?"
Lin Wenhong was stunned for a moment by this question, and felt a warmth in his heart. He reached out and touched Xie Lingjun's head, and said with a smile: "Logically speaking, it should be okay." Originally, Lin Wenhong had given up hope of cure, but Xie Lingjun restored it with one sentence.
I felt a little confident, but then I thought about it, how could it be that easy? I shook my head, touched Xie Lingjun's head vigorously, pinched Xie Lingjun's chubby little cheeks with my hands, and said: "Then please practice hard. In the future,
Maybe there is hope, okay, let's stop here today and go practice." After saying that, he visibly changed into his original appearance, removed the barrier and left. Although Xie Lingjun had been prepared,
I still longed for such changes and thought: Is this a master? I secretly encouraged myself to be faster...
After having a clearer goal, Xie Lingjun became more interested in cultivation and immediately devoted himself to the path of cultivation. After a baptism of the Spiritual Recovery Pill and a "successful" experience in alchemy, Xie Lingjun was very interested in the reserves of wood spiritual power.
The importance of refining medicine, he also has strong control over spiritual power, and his wood spiritual power is about to be promoted to the second-level innate spirit. Xie Lingjun decided to break through this layer of window paper first, and first cultivate the wood spiritual power to advance
Second grade.
Just do it. Xie Lingjun ran to the yard and meditated on the luck formula. After a while, he broke through the second level of wood spiritual energy. Then, he stepped up his practice of other spiritual powers in order to strengthen his control of spiritual power and catch up with wood.
The progress of the system.
Throughout the afternoon, Xie Lingjun sat alone in the courtyard. His body was sometimes filled with fire light, sometimes loess light, sometimes water-blue light... Finally, the hard work paid off, and towards evening, Xie Lingjun finally reached the second-grade innate spirit in the entire system.
Xie Lingjun, who once again reaped the joy of breakthrough, thought of "Medicine Nerve" in his mind. Now Xie Lingjun is considered to be carrying a mountain of treasure. It is really not in line with Mr. Xie's character not to mine. So he closed his eyes and meditated, controlling the soul power in the Niwan Palace.
Looking for the mark of "Medicine Nerve", but the mark seemed to be conscious and not cooperative at all. He ran around and was caught after a while. Xie Lingjun was so angry that he thought it would be impossible to repair the mark properly.
The imprint seemed to have guessed the outcome, and released a lot of confusing soul information, catching Xie Lingjun off guard and escaping again.
If you can't fight, run away. If you can't run, you will release a lot of useless information that floods Xie Lingjun's brain, forcing Xie Lingjun to stop. Xie Lingjun is angry. Are you, Mr. Xie, easy to bully? You are acting like a rogue. Mr. Xie is even more rogue, and he doesn't care about anything else.
If he is caught, he will be beaten hard. If he struggles, he will continue to be beaten! If he begs for mercy, he will be beaten harder!
I don’t know how long it took, but the imprint seemed to begin to “appreciate” Mr. Xie’s violent aesthetics. He took the initiative to put down his guard and slowly integrated into Xie Lingjun’s Niwan Palace. The moment he integrated, Xie Lingjun felt a “bang” sound, something was coming.
His mind exploded, but he didn't feel any pain. Xie Lingjun didn't take it to heart and began to slowly look up the information in "Medicine Nerve".
Danfang, Danfang, Danfang, it just so happens that Xie Lingjun now needs to find some methods to restore Lin Wenhong's spiritual roots, so Xie Lingjun immersed himself in "Medicine Nerve" to search for the elixir. He had to sigh, "Medicine Nerve"
There are many types of elixirs available, and Xie Lingjun had to spend a lot of time searching for them one by one.
I don't know how long it took, just when Xie Lingjun wanted to give up, finally, a prescription appeared in front of Xie Lingjun's eyes. Wuji Restoration Pill - an eighth-grade low-level pill that can repair dirty or damaged spiritual roots. Xie Lingjun felt helpless.
He let out a long sigh: "Alas... Senior Brother Wenhong is indeed right. When it comes to spiritual roots, at least all the elixirs must be eighth-grade." However, Xie Lingjun quickly regained his confidence, "It's better than nothing!"
"Eighth rank? Reach it as soon as possible." Xie Lingjun exited "Medicine Neurology" and muttered to himself.
Suddenly, an extremely strong sense of hunger hit Xie Lingjun's sensory nerves. Xie Lingjun thought to himself: What is going on? Can you check your hunger even if you check the information? He stood up immediately and found that he had returned to his room from the yard, in a
Along with the barrier arranged by my senior brother like last time, there is also a large bowl of chicken soup and two jade slips on the table.
Xie Lingjun was really hungry, so he didn't pay attention. He just hurriedly made the chicken soup. While eating, he was thinking, senior brother, what's going on? He made chicken soup and put a barrier around it. This was to avoid rats coming to eat.
? The more I thought about it, the more funny it became. I thought: I must tell my senior brother the recipe for the Wuji Restoration Pill later. He is a fifth-level alchemist. He must be faster than me when he reaches the eighth level.
After eating and drinking, Xie Lingjun patted his belly and calmed down to think. This "Medicine God" is nothing special. If not, it contains an extremely large number of elixir recipes and a lot of experience in alchemy. It must have been accumulated over many years by the Wan Yao Sect.
The accumulated accumulation is enough for anyone to create a sect, but is there anything worthy of the Wan Yao Sect's desperate protection? As everyone knows, when Xie Lingjun was checking "Yao Shen", a spiritual light quietly came from the Niwan Palace.
Flying into Dantian, without Xie Lingjun's knowledge, wonderful changes were taking place in his Dantian.
Xie Lingjun, who had been waiting for a long time, patted his belly in boredom, thinking: Where did my senior brother go, why haven't he come back? I can't get rid of his barrier! Besides, I seem to be hungry again, ugh... I'll see you later.
Senior brother, just whet his appetite, otherwise he has been trapped for so long in vain...
Xie Lingjun, who was full of bad ideas, was thinking wildly about how to deal with Lin Wenhong's tricks. He accidentally glanced at it and saw a letter hidden under the big bowl. Xie Lingjun suddenly realized that something was wrong. He sat up quickly and quickly took out the envelope. It said six.
A big character: Junior Brother Lingjun personally initiated it.
Xie Lingjun suddenly had a bad premonition and quickly opened the letter.