Lishui City is a small town.
Although the city is small, there are not many pedestrians on the streets, and they are crowded and crowded.
There are lanterns and colorful decorations between each door.
It's the New Year after all.
However, it is different from the ordinary joy of approaching the New Year. This time of year is a bigger day for the people than the New Year.
"Young, Wang Wu, even put on the newly mended coat."
"this……"
The man in a short coat and cotton-padded jacket smiled and said hello, and at the same time looked at the thin, long-bearded middle-aged young man next to him.
Wang Wu clasped his hands, his cloudy eyes suppressed his hope at the bottom, and even the people closest to him might not be able to see it.
He glanced at the child and said a little more nervously: "The child is old enough and I plan to try my luck."
"This child has been smart since he was a child. He will definitely be favored by the real king."
"I'd like to lend you your kind words."
After exchanging a few words, Wang Wu took the ignorant but calm young man beside him and walked along the street to the garrison of Lishui City.
It's foggy, and the steamer's heat spreads across the floor.
There is still a chill in late winter, which makes people wrap themselves up in cotton-padded clothes.
Wang Wu walked in front, and the child followed beside him.
None of them spoke.
After walking through the stained street, he realized that there was a sea of people in front of him. Wang Wu reached out and touched the wooden sign in his arms, feeling a little relieved.
"High-level Immortal Master, can we start the selection?"
On the city tower, the county guard held up his hands and looked respectfully at the monster with a wolf's head next to him. Although the monster had the shape of a wolf's head, its body was quite human-like and it was also wearing ordinary clothes.
The wolf demon swept towards the gathering crowd and nodded with satisfaction.
Then, he stood up from the high seat of the city tower and said loudly: "I am the general, under the command of the Daheishan Army and Horses, little weirdo, guarding Lishui. Today, I will select those with spiritual roots to be granted immortal fate, climb the mountain to seek enlightenment, and worship under the true king of Daheishan."
Although the name of the wolf demon is strange, no one dares to laugh at it. Even the county guard standing on the high city has a solemn expression on his face.
Daheishan is like a fairy palace that is superior to the secular court. It has great power. The most important thing is that Daheishan will send little monsters to sit in the city and clean up the naturally born monsters and monsters, which completely subverts their previous ideas.
Nowadays, children with immortal roots have begun to be recruited for training.
In the past, this would have been unthinkable.
Because the reputation of Dahei Mountain is not good, ordinary people would not worship Tushan Lord if it were not for his blessing. However, as time goes by, they find that monsters are not scary.
In the first year, no one sent their children here even if the monsters who were guarding them persuaded them.
Only the little beggar who couldn't survive came here.
They thought, after all, they would have a full meal, and even if they died in the end, they would still be hungry. If they were eaten by monsters, they would die happily.
When you are really hungry, it really makes life worse than death.
Two or three years have passed, even if they just recruit refugees and beggars, Daheishan has found many people with spiritual roots.
And it's not like the sect is picky and picky.
As long as there are spiritual roots, even the five spiritual roots can be absorbed without fail.
This is also because Daheishan lacks the power at the bottom.
If you want to become a powerful force, you can't just have high-level power. How smart are the monsters and monsters? It's easy for them to do their work, but it's not so good for them to use their brains.
Therefore, if Tushanjun wants to expand the base of Daheishan, he needs to recruit people to practice. Cultivate their sense of belonging so that they can practice, and then slowly develop.
There are countless living beings in the world, and there is no such thing as high or low.
The monarch of Tushan, Zhang, was well-educated and undisciplined.
The little weirdo has already remembered Tu Shanjun's great achievements in his heart, and will tell all the gathered people about it every time he is selected for spiritual roots.
It wasn't until he finished speaking that he said loudly: "Let's begin."
The secular officials in the square beat gongs and shouted: "No. 1, Zhao Zhi, come forward."
"..."
Seeing the number of children in front of him decreasing one by one, the child tightened his grip on the wooden sign in his hand, looked back at his father, Wang Wu, and then silently followed the long team forward.
"No. 371, Wang Lin, come forward."
Holding the wooden sign in his hand tightly, the child stepped forward with his head held high and placed his palm on the glazed crystal pillar in front of him.
…
Seven years have passed since the battle with Sunset Mountain.
Another year is approaching the New Year.
Seven years of rest and recuperation.
Tu Shanjun stood in front of the Ghost King's Palace, looking at Daheishan calmly.
Thousands of lights can be seen in the mist in the distant mountains.
Demons and monsters all take human form and perform their respective duties in the mountain city.
The spirit boat flying ship was churning in the sea of clouds, rowing its huge and fine oars, and the smoothly flying formation shone with crystal light.
The spiritual mines in Nanmingling are indeed extraordinary, vaguely comparable to high-grade spiritual stone veins.
One million spiritual stones can be mined in a year, which is more than enough to support the practice up and down the Daheishan Mountains, and a lot of spiritual stones can even be accumulated to improve previous plans.
Today, Daheishan is no longer what it used to be.
With the support of Yangcheng, there is also a large strategic-level spirit boat.
The number of medium-sized spiritual boats has been increased to seven, and the number of small-sized spiritual boats has been increased to 100.
All of a sudden, it transformed from a once unknown small force into a quasi-first-class big force.
There are more and more monks taking refuge in Daheishan, not only demons and monsters, but also down-and-out human cultivators.
Tushanjun also set a rule to find children with spiritual roots from the ordinary world, teach them the method of practice, and contribute to Daheishan.
With the abundance of resources, Malu filled in an elixir-forming spiritual object when he first entered the false elixir state of mind, allowing him to become a golden elixir monk.
As a veteran at the pinnacle of foundation building, Miss Long'er was also the former internal affairs manager of the Great Black Mountain Ghost King. Her cultivation was profound and she even became a golden elixir monk before Ma Lu.
This is also due to the support of Tushanjun.
The effect of the Yin Hun Pill is really incredible. As Tu Shanjun conducted in-depth research, he truly discovered that the Yin Hun Pill is based on essence, energy and spirit, and is kneaded with mysterious techniques.
This kind of elixir made with Qi has no impurities, and the evil spirit can be digested quickly. Unless you take the pill day and night desperately, it will be filled again before the evil spirit in the body is digested.
Under normal circumstances, if you control the time of taking the elixir well, it will not have any impact.
This elixir can be called the best.
It also made the monk's energy and spirit grow stronger.
Others only have a 15% or 25% basic chance of forming a pill. However, with the nourishment of the Yin Soul Pill, the Daheishan monk's chance of forming a pill can more than double.
Although Tu Shanjun was looking at the expanded mountain city, he was actually thinking about alchemy.
In the past seven years, he has always wanted to improve his alchemy cultivation. With the resources of Daheishan and Yangcheng's great help, Tu Shanjun's alchemy level began to rise linearly.
If in the past we could only refine the Qi Condensing Pill in the early stage of foundation building, now we can refine the elixir in the middle stage of the Golden Pill. This is a very terrifying span, and it is entirely due to Tu Shanjun's deep foundation and accumulation of resources.
There are thousands of volumes of the Alchemy Sutra, read thousands of times.
There is no recipe that I can't memorize.
Coupled with day and night study and repeated proficiency in elixirs, Tushanjun felt that in more than ten years, his alchemy cultivation would reach the realm of a master. At least refining all the elixirs in the golden elixir realm would not be a problem.
The only problem is mana.
Juefa's remaining physical body only has 10% of his mana left.
In other words, Tu Shanjun can also simulate elixir refining in the soul flag, using less mana. Otherwise, all the mana may be consumed in these seven years.
"Magic power." Tu Shanjun murmured.
Without the support of mana, no matter how powerful the soul flag is, it will not be able to play its role.
But none of the five golden elixirs in Daheishan are suitable to be banner masters.
Tu Shanjun also figured out that he was a dead person.
A dead person can continue to realize enlightenment and progress, and even have his own legal domain and magical powers as the main soul. These are only possible by borrowing the life of others, entangled with cause and effect, and continuing his life.
Maybe this is just Tushanjun's imagination, but people always have hesitation.
The five golden elixirs now are not only acquaintances but also subordinates. How could Tushanjun let them control the soul banner when he knew that things were not going well?
The reason for the battle with the Sunset Mountain Golden Core Summit was because both the people and the mountain were going to be destroyed, and there was no way to control it, so this was the only solution.
But it's different now.
"We must find a way to replenish our mana."
Tu Shanjun thought about his enemy.
Now that he is powerful, he can counter the opponent and draw out the Yin Shen to retain his mana to continue his life. The only thing he needs to worry about is whether this method can be used in the same way as a normal banner master.
Thinking of this, Tushanjun became a little more excited.
If it really works out, then maybe there will be no need for a banner master from now on. All you need to do is find a demonic way and refine it into a banner slave to support your own practice.
But can this really happen?
Tushanjun doesn’t know either.
Although we have to look at it from a simple materialist perspective, in fact, the matter of cultivating the Tao is very mysterious and has many high requirements on many other factors. Therefore, we cannot be too happy now. We still have to practice it before we can be sure.
After finding a circle of demons surrounding him, Tushan Jun immediately made up his mind.
He should also take a trip.
Otherwise, relying solely on the remaining magic power of Juefa, we will run out of ammunition and food for another two years at most.
After leaving some instructions for Ma Lu and Nie Quanjiu, Tu Shanjun returned to the temple behind the Ghost King's Hall, emerged from Juefa's physical body, took the Soul Reverence Flag, took away the Black Mountain Seal, and walked out of the main peak of Dahei Mountain.
When you take away your physical body, you have to bring the soul-honoring flag with you.
Now Jinghong has grown up, only more than half a year away from being ten years old.
In the past seven years, the power of those eyes has become even more powerful, breaking through Tushanjun's spells several times.
Tushanjun didn't dare to be too heavy-handed. If it caused any irreversible damage to the child's eyes, it would be worth the loss. Therefore, he could only check it frequently and reinforce it slightly to ensure that the power was not leaked.
Really, three years later, another three years, another three years of mending.
As for the child’s personality…
When Tu Shanjun thought about it, he thought it would be better not to say anything.
Then, it turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
This should be his second time out of Dahei Mountain in the nine years since he climbed the mountain. The last time he went out was to destroy the Chiwu Sect.
This chapter has been completed!