Tong Daping flew away with full expectations and bells given by the people of Songlai Peak. He was going to the defense line to fulfill his sect's obligations.
This time it was Lingdang's turn to go with Tong Daping. Bai Ling had worked hard for half a year and it was time to rest.
Wen Renxi also left, and the Nine Flame Demonic Flower in the Nine Flame Sand Sea was still waiting for him!
For Ming Zhiyuan, the familiar and obedient Ling Dang left, leaving behind a Bai Ling who could fall out at any time and refuse to cooperate. This made him very troubled.
Bai Ling's high vigilance made Ming Zhiyuan's bird washing work very difficult.
He originally wanted to give Bai Ling a massage to please him, but Bai Ling wouldn't let him get close.
Even cleaning the boudoir where it lives has to be done with fear. You will be threatened by it flapping its wings at any time.
Ming Zhiyuan thought about it for a long time. He probably didn't find the right way to lick the bird... ah no, the way to lick Bai Ling.
What Bai Ling ate was wild animals like hares that the big guys brought from the mountains, and there was no need to cook them.
Just peel off the fur and throw it to it, and it will disembowel it on its own.
This clean-loving girl never eats feces, unlike a rough guy like Lingdang. {Lingdang swallows it raw}
It loves cleanliness very much and goes down to the bottom of Luoyun Stream to take a bath every day. Qu Shuhong goes down with it every day.
Ming Zhiyuan really wanted to build a good relationship with Bai Ling and help him take a bath.
But Bai Ling just didn't sell his account.
Ming Zhiyuan tried hard to search and recall information about birds in his past life. He still couldn't find anything useful.
I had no choice but to sacrifice the real incense magic weapon.
He skinned and gutted a wild boar brought by Senior Brother Qu and washed it with clean water.
It was then stewed with a few braised ingredients from his previous life, and the fragrance was so wafting that it made him drool.
In the afternoon, Ming Zhiyuan came to Bai Ling's boudoir with a pot of braised wild boar meat.
Bai Ling stared at him with cold eyes as usual, but the scent from the basin made him a little dazzled.
Ming Zhiyuan walked to a distance where Bai Ling would not attack him, put down the basin, squatted on the ground and started eating meat...
The fragrance gradually becomes stronger.
Bai Ling also started to tilt his head to look at him.
The dark Ming Zhiyuan praised loudly while eating:
“It’s so fragrant, so delicious, so delicious.”…
There's no way, I don't have any culture but I can say it's really fragrant. It's really delicious. It's just tsk tsk tsk...
After a while, Bai Ling began to move over slowly, pretending to be nonchalant.
Ming Zhiyuan also pretended not to see it, Bai Ling was getting closer and closer, and the huge bird's head was dangling on the edge of the basin.
Ming Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and tore off a pig leg, took out the bones and handed the meat to Bai Ling.
Bai Ling retracted his head and glanced at Ming Zhiyuan a few more times. He shook his head and finally couldn't help but peck.
I raised my neck and swallowed it. Once I started, I couldn't stop.
Ming Zhiyuan kept tearing off its meat and feeding it. Each person and the bird got closer and closer, and the pot of meat quickly ran out of meat.
"It seems that the birds and monsters in this world have a sense of taste."
Ming Zhiyuan said to himself.
He remembered that in his previous life, he saw in a textbook that birds have no sense of taste.
This pot of meat was just a test. I didn't expect that I would hit it with one hit.
Ever since Ming Zhiyuan started braised various game meats, his relationship with Bai Ling has grown by leaps and bounds.
If Bai Ling was not a bird, he suspected that Bai Ling would want to have a monkey with him.
This thing is so clingy that it can't go in except the yard. Ming Zhiyuan only needs to be outside, whether it's the herb valley or the drying field.
Whenever he appears outside the yard, Bai Ling always follows him step by step.
Even when Ming Zhiyuan went to the toilet, it was guarding outside.
Qu Shuhong looked at this little junior brother who cheated him of two Wind Wolf inner elixirs every day, and now he was fighting fiercely with Bai Ling.
And Bai Ling completely ignored the deep friendship he and she had formed when facing the enemy together with one person and one bird during the Warcraft defense line.
When Ming Zhiyuan was present, Qu Shuhong couldn't move him no matter how he called.
He felt helpless and angry at being betrayed!
It turns out that the law of true fragrance applies to any world.
On this day, Ming Zhiyuan recited the entire Holy Lady's Medicine Book in Nan Chunyi's alchemy room. After listening to him reciting it word for word, Nan Chunyi nodded:
"Okay, now that I've memorized everything, I'll take you to the main peak today to meet your master master, and you can also meet your master uncles by the way.
The master will test your familiarity with the medicinal books! He will ask you some questions from the medicinal books. He will also ask some impromptu questions to test your understanding." The master and the apprentice stood on Bai Ling's back and pointed directly towards the Saintess Mountain.
The main peak of the sect, Saintess Peak, flew away.
Ming Zhiyuan stood behind his master and looked down. In the Saintess Mountain, there were lush green trees, and in various herb valleys, the outer disciples were working hard.
He suddenly recalled the time when he had gone through all kinds of hardships and tried his best to get here. He couldn't help but feel filled with emotion.
A few days ago, when he handed the three Wind Wolf inner elixirs to his master and asked him to help him refine the Sanfan Sanzhuan elixir.
When the master saw his eagerness to try, he knew what he was thinking.
The master solemnly told him that purely using elixirs to improve his physique could only provide a limited improvement, and it was impossible to rely entirely on elixirs to replace the accumulated practice.
The elixir can strengthen the human body, increase strength, make the body light, open up certain joint points, and help improve the realm of the warrior at critical moments.
It can even save a warrior from dying. But it is impossible for a person who has never practiced to have pure spiritual power.
And the strength of the pure body cannot be compared with the surging and pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained in the body after accumulated practice over time.
To put it simply, a person whose body is extremely strong may be able to compete with ninth- and eighth-grade warriors.
But as time goes by, warriors become a mountain that cannot be climbed for those who have never practiced.
The strength of the bodies of seventh-level warriors has completely broken away from the boundaries of ordinary people. The bodies of sixth-level warriors can slowly store spiritual energy, and can communicate with a trace of spiritual energy between heaven and earth and use it for their own use.
After reaching the fourth level, you can directly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and convert it into your own internal power through practicing the spiritual energy. Of course, it is faster and more labor-saving to use high-grade spiritual stones.
Those below the second rank are all warriors.
After reaching the second level, that is the Martial Saint. When the Martial Saint is practicing, he no longer needs spirit stones. The place where the second-level Martial Saint is is his home court.
He can plunder the spiritual energy of the world where he is and use it as he wishes.
The first-grade Martial God is already the top warrior in Tianyuan Continent. Mu Fengge, the leader of Martial God Mountain, is the first-grade Martial God.
In the entire Tianyuan Continent, there is only one Martial God, Mu Fengge.
When he reaches the realm of the Martial God, he no longer needs to obtain the spiritual energy of this world. He can form the world and generate his own spiritual energy within his own body.
The vitality of the Martial God is extremely powerful, the world inside the body is endless, and the spiritual energy circulates and generates itself. Therefore, there is no lack of spiritual energy in the battle of the Martial God.
If there is still a glimmer of hope in tempering one's physique and practicing fighting skills to fight against the enemy before the seventh rank.
After the seventh level, people who cannot cultivate have a limit to their strength. No matter how powerful they are, they cannot fight against heaven and earth and violate the laws of heaven and earth.
Ming Zhiyuan asked the master what a root bone is. The master said that the so-called root bone is actually a seed in the Dantian, which can store and stimulate spiritual energy.
Two inches below the navel of the human body is the Dantian, but the size of the Dantian varies from person to person. Some are just a little symbolic, while some are completely empty.
Some of them contain a seed. After practice, use spiritual energy to slowly cultivate the seed, and the seed will slowly germinate and grow.
So not everyone has seeds. Cultivators believe that seeds are the core of a warrior.
Those who have seeds can practice cultivation. By absorbing spiritual energy, they can grow the seeds and cultivate them into a giant tree that can support the sky.
When the seeds grow into big trees, they can store more spiritual energy and convert the spiritual energy for their own use!
Some people have nothing in their Dantian area, so they cannot cultivate and store spiritual power.
The better the warrior practices, the stronger the seeds will grow, and the taller the tree will be in the future, the more and stronger the spiritual power that can be stored and inspired will be. The higher the force value will be, and the stronger the combat effectiveness will be.
Among them, there are those who are born with excellent root bones, which means that their seed varieties are extremely good.
Others water and fertilize every day, but they only grow a little bit every ten or eight years.
If the seeds are good, just sprinkle some water and they will grow strong and tall.
Therefore, there are many people who have practiced for decades, but they are not as good as those who have practiced for ten or eight years.
This is what warriors often say about the quality of the root bone. In fact, it can also be said that the quality of the seed is excellent or ordinary?
Some are even just a grain of rice.
Just like the various herbs in our medicine valley, some of them have not been managed at all, and they just thrive, tall and strong.
Some of them are fertilized, weeded, and taken care of carefully. However, they are diseased and extremely thin. No matter how much they are taken care of, it is useless.
Ming Zhiyuan asked with a bitter look on his face after hearing this: "So I don't have any cultivation roots, which means I don't have any seeds?"
The master patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "Zhiyuan, there is not only one avenue of cultivation in this world."
Ming Zhiyuan asked unwillingly: "Master, our Saintess Mountain is the leader of elixirs in Tianyuan Continent. Isn't there a elixir that can make people grow seeds?"
Nan Junyi thought for a long time and answered him: "The first head of Saint Lady Mountain once used a method to open the door to cultivation for his little daughter who could not practice.
That lucky woman later cultivated and became a second-grade warrior. However, the method that opened the door to cultivation for those without roots has long been lost.
After that, more than a hundred generations of disciples from Saintess Mountain searched for more than ten thousand years but failed to find the method."
Ming Zhiyuan's face turned gloomy when he heard this, and he was dejected and stopped talking.
Master knew the pain in his heart and comforted him:
"When you have time, go to Luomei Peak and ask her for advice from your fifth master uncle. Your fifth master uncle also has no cultivation skills and is still a second-grade alchemist now.
Although he is not a warrior, he is still respected and worshiped by the four empires.
You must not lose your ambition because you have no hope in cultivation. The roads in this world are all made by people through hard work and overcoming obstacles."
Yes! The roads in this world are all made by people. Who says you can’t find your own way?
How can you become discouraged when you are burdened with a blood feud?
Ming Zhiyuan encouraged himself in his heart. He looked up at Master:
"Master, if I understand, I will also find my own way."
Nan Junyi nodded appreciatively and was about to praise him a few words.
"Master, please refine a few more Sanshuandan for me."
Minami Junichi answered him angrily:
"After taking this elixir three times, it will have no effect if you take it again. Do you think it can be infinitely improved?"
"Then...can't we eat it two more times?"
Nan Chunyi said sincerely: "Master has told you so much just to tell you that although the elixir has an effect.
But don't put too much hope in elixirs. If you can't practice, no matter how many elixirs you take, your strength will increase.
The body is just a little stronger, and there is a limit.
If you don’t have seeds, just work hard and practice elixirs, and your future achievements may not be inferior to those of high-quality warriors.”
"Yes, I will definitely work hard and practice alchemy and medicine. I won't place any hope on it if I take it twice."