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45. Little Mother and Son Go Homeless (Part 2)

After listening to Bao'er's question, Xiaoxue replied: "There are no absolutes in the world. There is no way to change the body, and that is marrow cleansing. But Bao'er, you don't even have pseudo-spiritual roots, so even marrow cleansing won't work. Maybe, you

You can try spiritual cultivation..."

"Cultivation, what is that?" Murong Wan asked puzzledly.

"As the name suggests, you need to cultivate your spiritual roots first, then slowly cultivate your simmering spiritual roots, and then refine your Qi." Xiaoxue replied with a bright smile.

"Can a body of inaction also cultivate spiritual roots?" Murong Wan looked at Xiaoxue suspiciously, not quite believing her wording.

She was also a monk, but she had never heard of spiritual cultivation.[

"Many demon cultivators may not have spiritual roots. Why they can cultivate is because they can cultivate their own spiritual roots. This is the ability of their bodies. As for Bao'er as a human being, it is unlikely that he will have this ability, but I heard

It is said that there is a "Spirit Cultivation Technique" in the human world, a magical book for cultivating immortality specially reserved for Wuwei monks. If it can be found, Bao'er can officially cultivate immortality." Xiaoxue said, taking the opportunity to kiss Bao'er's pink face.

One bite.

Bao'er finally pushed Xiaoxue's mouth away, and finally had a little desire to continue cultivating immortality.

Since she wanted to hunt for treasure, she could no longer stay in Tianmo Sect and needed to travel around the country to find this divine book.

"I have decided that tomorrow I will leave Tianmo Sect with Xiaobao to find the legendary "Spirit Cultivation Technique"!" Bao'er shouted while standing on a small stool!

"But I have never left Tianmo Sect." Xiaoxue muttered.

She couldn't leave the land where she was born and raised because she couldn't let it go.

Bao'er and Xiaobao looked at each other and thought it would be better this way, so there wouldn't be one more person to nag.

The mother and son packed their bags that night and went to bed early.

Before they went to sleep, they heard Xiaoxue nagging that she could not leave Tianmo Sect.

The next day, when Xiaoxue was still sleeping, Murong Wan and her son quietly got up. After leaving a note, they took their light luggage and led a little donkey out of the Tianmo Sect.

In Tianmo Sect, they can live a serious monk's life, but such a life is not suitable for their mother and son.

After leaving Tianmo City, they can see a wider world, meet more people and things, and if they are lucky, they can also find the "Spirit Cultivation Technique".

Murong and her son traveled for three days and three nights. Finally, they were really tired, so they cuddled together to rest.

While they were sleeping soundly, there was a sound of fighting coming from the front.

The mother and son woke up at the same time. They hid their bodies and looked at the source of the fighting sound.

I saw two monks throwing talismans at each other's bodies. They were going back and forth, and it was a lively fight.

In the end, the younger one gained the upper hand and threw a fire talisman at the old monk. The old monk's body was burned and he let out a miserable cry.

The young monk ignored it and searched the old monk's body, but did not find what he was looking for.

At that moment, he was so angry that he gave the old monk a few more kicks and jumped away.[

After making sure that the young monk was far away, Murong mother and son appeared.

Xiaobao saw that the old monk was pitiful, so he took out the spiritual spring and poured it on the old monk.

The flames on the old monk's body gradually extinguished, but he was already on the verge of death.

He finally opened his eyes and saw clearly the two cute babies in front of him. For a moment, he thought he had transformed into an immortal.

He trembled slightly and pointed to the raised grass in front, struggling: "Then, there is, there is a treasure, there is a treasure..."

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