Zhang Mu was very happy for Lin Han after he learned that he had a golden spirit root.
After all, they have been fighting together for almost a year. If they knew that any one of them could not cultivate immortality without spiritual roots, I would probably want to die.
"Well, Xiao Han, just choose this Golden Sword Art to practice."
Lin Han nodded and said happily: "Yes."
Zhang Mu looked at the five-color stone in his hand and said with great anticipation: "I'm really looking forward to it. I'll give it a try."
"Hurry up and try Brother Muzi, I believe you are better than me."
Zhang Mu smiled helplessly. Although he didn't know what kind of spiritual root he would be. But at least he had traveled through time, so how could it be justified?
Think of this.
Zhang Mu took a deep breath and placed the five-color stone on the black mark on his forehead.
Suddenly, a cool feeling entered the body, and the five-color light appeared in front of him again.
Zhang Mu felt very comfortable and could not help but slowly close his eyes, quietly sensing the test of the five-color stones.
When the five-color light was withdrawn, Zhang Mu quickly opened his eyes. There was some kind of light in front of him, and it was still what it should be.
"how so?"
Lin Han said anxiously: "Brother Muzi, may there be an error in the test? Try again."
Zhang Mu swallowed his saliva, forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, let Liu Li and the others try it first."
After saying that, Zhang Mu turned around, frowned, and walked out with a very low expression. Now he was afraid that he would not be able to try again. Wouldn't that mean he really had no chance?
No, he didn't dare to try, so he had to wait until they finished testing before he dared to try again.
"How could this happen? Brother Muzi, I believe you have spiritual roots and you will definitely be able to do it." After saying that, he hurriedly chased after him.
After finding Liu Li and the others, he told them about the test, which made them extremely excited.
"I was worried about which spiritual root to choose, and here you are."
Sun Xiao urged excitedly: "Muzi, give me a try quickly."
"good."
With that said, he put the five-color stone on Sun Xiao's forehead.
After a while, Sun Xiao slowly opened his eyes, and a white light rushed out quickly, frightening several people to take a few steps back.
Zhang Mu was surprised and said: "Bai Bai, Sun Xiao, you are Fenglinggen!!!"
Sun Xiao smiled after hearing this, looked at Liu Lida and said, "Lizi, hit me."
Liu Li smiled and shook his head helplessly, took out his folding fan and hit Sun Xiao hard on the head. He immediately heard his screams.
"Haha... I am a mutated spiritual root, I am a mutated spiritual root..."
Seeing that Sun Xiao was so happy, Zhang Mu sighed without leaving any trace. But he still said with a smile: "Yes, the mutated spiritual root is probably about the same as Xiao Han's single heavenly spiritual root."
As long as they are monks with a single spiritual root, they are all monks known as heavenly spiritual roots. Because there is no bottleneck with a single spiritual root, as long as there is an impact pill, you can break through the realm without any doubt.
"Yes, Liu Li, it's your turn."
Immediately afterwards, Liu Li closed his eyes, and the five-color stone emitted colorful light.
Finally, after Liu Li opened his eyes, a faint cyan light shot out.
Zhang Mu clapped his hands and said: "That's great. The wood spirit root will be of great benefit to you in practicing Confucianism."
Liu Li was not as glum as Lin Han and Sun Xiao, but he was still so excited that it was indescribable.
Liu Li looked at Zhang Mu and said, "Muzi, what kind of spiritual root do you have?"
Before Zhang Mu could speak, Lin Han worriedly said: "Brother Li, Brother Muzi didn't test the spiritual root just now."
"What? No?"
Seeing Liu Li and the others looking at him like this, he forced a smile and said, "No, I'll try again."
After saying that, he put the five-color stone on his forehead, and the five-color light still appeared in front of several people.
But when the five-color light disappeared, Zhang Mu only felt that his hand was empty, and the five-color stone instantly turned into fine sand and scattered on the ground.
For a moment, the four people's emotions were all frozen. They looked at each other without speaking first, and the scene was very depressing and powerless.
Zhang Mu blinked his eyes, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Be happy and go back after making your choice." After saying that, Zhang Mu turned around and walked out.
After turning around, Zhang Mu's face became extremely calm, and he walked out of the storage cabinet step by step and came to the hall.
He sat on a chair, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and took a sip.
Then, the fingers that were clenched tightly began to open and close continuously. It was obvious that the mood at this time was particularly depressed.
"There is no spiritual root, haha..." Lying on the chair with his eyes closed, he muttered: "There is no spiritual root, haha..."
As he spoke, a tear of despair fell from his eyes, which showed that the blow to him was very severe.
Thinking about it, I am also in the same situation as the novel, but why are the protagonists in the novel so successful, either with the help of beauties and fairies, or with the help of noble people.
But what about yourself?
Yes, someone brought me here. But even though he came to save me once, he still didn't see this person's appearance. Do you think it's ridiculous?
"God, are you kidding me like this? Is it funny?"
At this time, Liu Li and Sun Xiao walked out slowly, and happened to see Zhang Mu changing his gloomy expression and sipping tea with a smile on his face.
After the three of them came to Zhang Mu, Liu Lida said: "Muzi, be more open-minded, there will always be a way."
Zhang Mu waved his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, do you think I'm in trouble? Okay, quickly copy it and go back and try it."
Liu Li nodded and led Sun and Xiao to the counter, waiting for a young monk to make copies.
There are several counters here, but the one with the white beard is the most popular. From this, it seems that this old man is not that simple.
Liu Li also knew that he didn't have time to spend here now. There weren't many people at the counter he looked for. Most of them had to go back quickly and give Zhang Mu some good advice.
Thinking that the four of them had worked hard for so long and could become real immortal cultivators in the Qi-refining stage. But they never expected that Zhang Mu failed to test the spiritual root, which made the mood of these people plummet.
Finally, the four of them walked out of the storage pavilion in silence. Fortunately, Zhang Mu was chatting and laughing on the way, which relieved the atmosphere.
After returning to the hut, Liu Li said: "Muzi, if it doesn't work, try Xiao Han's Golden Sword Jue first."
Zhang Mu smiled and nodded after hearing this. After all, he couldn't dampen the interest of Liu Li and the others just because he had no spiritual roots.
Lin Han handed over the most ordinary engraved bamboo slip and said, "Brother Muzi, I believe you can do it."
Zhang Mu nodded and smiled: "Me too." He took it, took a deep breath and walked out.
After coming out, Zhang Mu took the bamboo slips and opened them, revealing traditional Chinese characters one by one.
This was engraved by the monks, and it can also be used by monks in the Qi refining stage. Otherwise, monks in the body training stage who do not have spiritual consciousness will suffer to death.
"The Golden Sword Jue, the golden spirit that fiercely cuts through all things..."
Zhang Mu exclaimed: "Hiss~ The Golden Spiritual Root is indeed second only to the Thunder Spiritual Root, and this skill is not particularly sharp."
After reading it, he called Lin Han over and returned the bamboo slips to him.
"Xiao Han, I remember it. You go practice and I'll get better at it." After watching Lin Han leave, Zhang Mu sat cross-legged on the ground and recalled.
"The Golden Sword Jue, the golden spirit that fiercely cuts through all things..."
After thinking about it several times, Zhang Mu opened his eyes and stood up. He pulled out the Black Iron Sword and moved it a little.
"Golden spirit, strong enough to cut through all things." After saying this, luck came to the sword and it suddenly shot forward.
"Uh...it's no use." He knelt on the ground with one leg and said with a frown.
"Come again."
After saying that, he did it again very hard. But it was still the same as last time, without any hint of the mightiness of the golden spirit.
After practicing for half a stick of incense, just when Zhang Mugang's sword swing was a little weak, he suddenly heard Lin Han's exclamation.
"What's wrong?" He said and ran towards Lin Han.
Lin Han looked at the three people gathered around and said with a smile: "Brother Muzi, Brother Li, I can condense the golden spiritual power."
The three of them said in surprise: "Really? Give it a try."
Lin Han nodded, took a deep breath and skillfully picked up the Black Iron Sword. He concentrated his inner strength on the sword, and the veins on his forehead popped out, and a few big drops of sweat flowed out, which showed that his endurance was not trivial.
"Ah..." With a roar, a trace of golden spiritual power appeared on the sword, and the three of them laughed.
"Yes, Xiao Han, you are quite talented."
After congratulations, after practicing for a while, I heard Sun Xiao's laughter, which showed that he had successfully transformed into the power of wind spirit.
A day passed in a flash, and only Liu Li and Zhang Mu were left without any movement.
Although Liu Li is not moving now, it is because he is not majoring in the magic of Mu Linggen. He is converting into Haoran righteousness, which cannot be achieved by practicing alone.
As Liu Li said, he will stop practicing from tomorrow. From now on, he will read and write diligently every day, trying to understand the meaning and meaning of Haoran's righteousness.
Zhang Mu didn't have Liu Li's solution, so he could only practice the Golden Sword Technique hard.
But half a month passed in a hurry, and there was still no movement from Zhang Mu. On the contrary, Liu Li managed to condense his awe-inspiring righteousness, which was really amazing.
Every time Liu Li displayed his righteousness, Zhang Mu felt that he was very graceful. Coupled with his bookish aura, he was really like the reincarnation of a saint.
Just when the three of them thought that Zhang Mu had no hope, they were stunned by the power of Zhang Mu's sword.
Zhang Mu gasped and looked in disbelief. The sword he just struck finally changed. Although it was a faint golden color, it was actually there. This really surprised him.
Thinking about it, I thought I didn't have spiritual roots, so I thought I'd give it a try, but I didn't expect that I was right.
Liu Li laughed and said, "That's great. Muzi, you can practice too."
Sun Xiao grinned and said, "How about we celebrate?"
Zhang Mu was also very excited and laughed and said: "Okay, get ready to order some food and drinks, let me have a good celebration."
A night of celebration, spent among four people laughing...
The next day, the four of them started training hard again.
After all, this is just the beginning, don't be too proud of yourself. Being able to stabilize the foundation now will be of great benefit to transforming energy into spirit.
Zhang Mu stood in the open space and took a deep breath, trying to see if he was dreaming yesterday.
Thinking of this, he gathered his inner strength, and the sword instantly glowed with a faint golden light.
"Haha... It's not a dream. The golden spirit just breaks all things." After saying that, he started playing comfortably in the open space.