Lin Yufeng originally wanted to go to the village bookstore to search for information, but because he had to prepare medicine for his mother, he postponed it for the time being.
When Lin Yufeng was five years old, her mother became seriously ill and bedridden for some unknown reason. She had been taking medicine for many years. Even though she took many precious medicinal materials collected from the mountains, she was not cured.
It is precisely because of this that after learning that the ancient sect was recruiting disciples, Lin Yufeng practiced hard. Only by leaving the mountain village could he find a way to cure his mother's illness.
"Brother Feng, you have to be careful about the way Shi Qian looked at him just now." Fei Ling looked at Lin Yufeng worriedly.
"It's okay, he can't do anything to me." Lin Yufeng smiled lightly, then patted the girl who was a head shorter than him, and said softly: "Ling'er, please help me go home and take care of my mother first. I'll go to Grandpa Xuan."
Get some prescriptions over there."
Fei Ling nodded obediently. Although she was worried that Shi Qian would do something bad to Lin Yufeng, the relationship between the two was now incompatible and they could only take it one step at a time. Moreover, she knew in her heart that Lin Yufeng was not the kind of person who had no sense of measure.
After bidding farewell to Feiling, Lin Yufeng pondered slightly and walked to another place.
Mr. Xuan was a doctor in the village. It was said that he had worked outside when he was young and had gained a lot of experience. Lin Yufeng took the opportunity to get the prescription and asked Mr. Xuan if he knew the origin of the bloody ancient coffin.
"Grandpa Xuan, I'm here." When he came to a small hut, Lin Yufeng didn't knock on the door, just shouted and walked in.
In a simple thatched hut, an old man in white robes who was over seventy years old was sitting on a stool, grinding medicinal materials.
The old man's face is covered with vicissitudes of life, he has a fairy-like demeanor and an old look, especially his bright eyes, which are as sharp as if they want to see through people's souls.
"Haha, it's Xiaofeng here." The old man smiled kindly after seeing Lin Yufeng.
"Well, how is Grandpa Xuan's health lately?" Lin Yufeng smiled and walked to the old man's side, helping him distribute various medicines.
Mr. Xuan smiled kindly, nodded and said: "Your mother's prescription has been written and placed on the coffee table. Go get it yourself. Remember to pay attention to the time and dosage when brewing the medicine."
"Okay, thank you Grandpa Xuan."
Lin Yufeng found the prescription, and then took the opportunity to ask: "Grandpa Xuan, do you know the Nine Sons of the Dragon?"
"Nine Sons of the Dragon?" Hearing this, Mr. Xuan's face changed slightly, he stopped what he was doing, and looked at Lin Yufeng doubtfully: "I rarely know about this. Why do you ask?"
Lin Yufeng scratched his head, thinking that Mr.
"Can you practice?" After hearing this, Mr. Xuan also became happy and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Xiaofeng, you will have a chance to pass the ancient sect test."
"It's still early. It's not that easy to pass." Lin Yufeng smiled modestly and said, "We are still far from catching up with our friends in half a year."
"Haha, you are still young, everything is possible." Mr. Xuan smiled slightly, then looked at Lin Yufeng and said, "By the way, Grandpa Xuan will help you feel your pulse so that you can have a good look at your qualifications."
"Can aptitude be determined by taking the pulse?" Lin Yufeng was slightly startled. He had never heard of such a method of checking aptitude.
"Maybe." Mr. Xuan pretended to smile mysteriously, then stretched out his withered right hand, probed the pulse gate of Lin Yufeng's right hand, and closed his eyes slightly.
"Grandpa Xuan, can you really tell by taking your pulse?" Looking at Mr. Xuan with his eyes closed, Lin Yufeng muttered in confusion.
Time passes slowly.
However, the strange thing is that as time went by, Mr. Xuan's brows gradually wrinkled, and in the end, his face even became serious.
"Is there anything wrong with my body?" Lin Yufeng looked at Mr. Xuan's solemn expression and asked worriedly...
However, just when Lin Yufeng wanted to ask aloud, Mr. Xuan's closed eyes opened in vain!
"Grandpa Xuan, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with my health?" Lin Yufeng looked at Mr. Xuan with a solemn face and asked slightly uneasily.
However, Mr. Xuan didn't seem to hear it. He lowered his head and thought hard, remaining silent.
"Grandpa Xuan?" Lin Yufeng stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him.
At this moment, Mr. Xuan came back to his senses, was slightly startled, and then smiled softly: "Haha, you are fine, better than I thought."
Hearing this, Lin Yufeng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "When I saw Grandpa Xuan's expression just now, I thought I was sick."
Mr. Xuan smiled kindly and casually asked Lin Yufeng a few questions, and then the latter said goodbye to Mr. Xuan on the pretext of going home to make medicine.
Seeing Lin Yufeng leave, Mr. Xuan's originally smiling face softened in an instant, and was replaced by unbelievable shock...and a hint of ecstasy?!
"In tonight's meeting, we have to find a way to make Xiaofeng stay."
Mr. Xuan continued to grind the medicinal materials in his hands, his face was extremely solemn, and he said to himself:
"Ancient inheritance, the chosen son of prophecy...could it really be him?"
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After returning home, Lin Yufeng spent a lot of time brewing the medicine. However, when he finished, his mother had already fallen asleep, and Fei Ling covered her mother with a quilt.
After saying hello to Feiling, Lin Yufeng went out to the library in the ancient village. He still didn't know much about the origin of Tianlei, so he had to look for relevant documents.
Although the library in the village is a bit shabby, it contains books that introduce the outside world and even contains many records about ancient legends.
However, the Cangshu Pavilion does not have the martial arts skills needed by cultivators, so many children in the village rarely come to the Cangshu Pavilion to read. After all, no one will spend time on something that can be read but not used.
In the past, when Lin Yufeng was still unable to practice, he often went to the library to read. Over the years, he had already mastered a lot of information about the outside world.
The library is not far from Lin Yufeng's home and can be reached in a few minutes.
After all, the library is an old house, managed by an old man who is over seventy years old.
The old man in Shuge was taciturn and rarely talked to others. The children all called him Mr. Mo. Even though Lin Yufeng came here many times, he still glanced at him and ignored him.
However, today, the old man from Shu Ge, Mo Lao, was sitting in front of the old house, playing chess with another old man.
"Mr. Mo, Mr. Chu, how are you doing lately?" Lin Yufeng walked up and greeted with a smile.
"Haha, it's Xiao Feng, are you reading again?" Mr. Chu doesn't look very old. He has black and white hair, giving people the feeling of bathing in the spring breeze.
Lin Yufeng nodded, and then looked at Mr. Mo aside. Every time he came in, he had to ask for Mr. Mo's permission.
Mr. Mo didn't answer, but just nodded. Lin Yufeng smiled and thanked him, then walked slowly into the library.
"This kid Xiaofeng is such a pity." Mr. Chu sighed slightly.
"Excellent understanding and good state of mind." Mr. Mo said expressionlessly: "I only lack talent."
Hearing this, Mr. Chu was slightly startled, and then said with a smile: "You old guy, this is the first time in so many years that I have seen you praise a young man like this, and you have also not praised your grandson. Your grandson is the best in the village."
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Mr. Mo fell silent again, raised a chess piece, and then put it down calmly.
"Putting on a dead face all day long is what Qingyang learned from you."
As if he was used to Mr. Mo's silence, Mr. Chu shook his head and cursed with a smile.
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The library is not big, so it didn't take long for Lin Yufeng to look for ancient books.
"Found it!" Lin Yufeng looked slightly happy and found a yellowed book from an old bookshelf...
This book records many ancient powerful people and ancient secrets. I believe you can find some clues through this book.
Opening the book, Lin Yufeng began to read silently.
"In ancient times, there were five types of cultivation gases. According to the purity of the 'spirit' contained in them, they can be roughly divided into levels: Immortal Qi, Source Qi, Yuan Qi, Xuan Qi, and True Qi. The differences between each cultivation gas are as follows
In the gap between heaven and earth, a cultivator with ordinary qualifications and a third-level spiritual cultivation level would need half a year to break through if he absorbs the true energy. If he absorbs the mysterious energy, it can be reduced to about a month, which is higher than the mysterious energy.
For a level of vitality, it can be shortened to a few days."
"As for the more advanced immortal energy, after absorbing it, the time can even be reduced to just a few hours! However, although the higher level spiritual energy has a great effect on cultivation, it is extremely rare in quantity. In the distant ancient times,
The existence of immortal energy is almost rare, and what is even more strange is that tens of thousands of years ago, the already rare immortal energy even reached the point of extinction."
"In today's world, the common gases for cultivation are true energy and mysterious energy. Even if it is vitality, except for some ancient areas, only some large clans of sects have places to practice vitality."
"Hey, that's weird, why is there no introduction to Origin Qi?" Lin Yufeng found that there was no information about Origin Qi, and wondered: "Origin Qi, the second-ranked cultivation gas, should have better advantages, why is it not recorded?"
After flipping through a few more pages, Lin Yufeng's eyes suddenly lit up and he finally found the record of Origin Qi.