Judging from the appearance of the stone of the white-haired scale monster, Jiang Li was 70% sure that there should be an egg of the scale monster inside, and this was the child of the white-haired scale monster.
So the question is, what is the use of an albino scale demon egg?
He brought a basin, filled it with half a bucket of well water, and then placed the stone on top of the basin like he was beating an egg. He stuck his two thumbnails into the gaps between the stones and slowly increased his strength!
Jiang Li is now a genuine internal martial artist. His hands are as strong as iron pliers, and his nails filled with internal strength are sharper and tougher than daggers.
The gap that was originally imperceptible gradually grew larger, and you could see inside. Originally, a white mucus was used to stick the stones together.
Use sudden force!
Snapped!
A round object fell out of the stone, landed in the basin, splashed a little, and floated on the water.
This... is a seed?
[Name: Seed of Spiritual Root?]
[Type: sundries]
[Grade: Unknown]
[Note: Not recommended for consumption.]
I guessed wrong, what was hidden in this stone was not the egg of a scale demon, but something identified as a [Spiritual Root Seed].
The spiritual root...couldn't it be the spiritual root I thought?
This thing is called a spiritual root seed. Is it possible that if you plant it in the soil and water it some, it will grow a spiritual root?
Jiang Li was a little confused. Shouldn't spiritual root be an abstract talent for cultivating immortals?
In addition to descendant roots, he didn't think that he would have any other organs that could be called "spiritual roots".
Moreover, after identifying the effect of the spell, there was a question mark after the name of the spiritual root seed. This has never happened before, and Jiang Li didn't understand what it meant.
"weird stuff."
After confirming that there was really nothing else in the shell of the stone, Jiang Li picked up the seed and studied it.
He found nothing except that the seeds had a hard shell.
After thinking about it, Jiang Li found a clay pot in the backyard of his dormitory, filled it with soil, watered it thoroughly with water, and then planted the seed in it.
This thing should still be quite valuable. The identification technique indicates that this thing cannot be used, so since it is a seed, there is nothing wrong with it.
Place the pottery pot on the table next to the window on the second floor so that when the window is opened, sunlight will shine through.
During this period, Yan Hong came again and presented the moon gifts handed over by his nineteen subordinates.
The monthly gift for their low-level spiritual root disciples is one spiritual stone, five Qi-returning pills, and five Qi-nourishing pills.
There are a total of nineteen spiritual stones, ninety-five Qi-returning pills, and ninety-five Qi-nourishing pills.
The two of them got back their principal first, that is, Jiang Li took eight spirit stones first, and Yan Hong also got back two spirit stones.
Then the two of them divide everything left over equally.
Those nineteen subordinates didn't say anything, but they were always a little dissatisfied in their hearts. It seemed that they would have to receive psychological counseling after a while.
"Jiang Li, I heard that for a high-grade spiritual root disciple to get started with Qi training, it usually takes ten days at the fastest, and there are many who can take a month if it takes the slower time."
"For disciples with middle-grade spiritual roots, it usually takes one to three months. This still requires diligent meditation every day."
"Not to mention those low-grade spiritual roots and low-grade spiritual roots. Many disciples were not able to introduce Qi into their bodies even after the first-year newcomer discipleship period ended."
During this long journey of cultivating immortality, both of them felt helpless.
"Take your time and wait until it enters the body. Then you can use elixirs to assist. Then it will be easy."
We had dinner together again. To be honest, the food at the outer gate of the Tibetan Sutra Valley was pretty good, with unlimited meat and vegetable options.
It's just that all the new outer disciples who joined are not in the mood to enjoy the delicious food.
The two of them ate very quickly, and after complaining for a while that the exercises were difficult to master, they went back to meditating honestly.
....
In the next half month, Jiang Li spent most of his time exploring the practice of Kung Fu.
He also attended several open classes in the outer university hall.
This school actually has classes every day, but usually they are basic and literacy courses.
The social structure of this world is very backward, and the level of knowledge and popularity is very low.
Therefore, this usual cultural class is aimed at this group of new disciples who are not yet illiterate.
The lessons taught by the elders one day a week are truly valuable lessons.
For example, the origin and history of monks, how to interpret the terminology of exercises, common misunderstandings of novice practitioners, precautions for taking elixirs, etc.
Just like the classroom in the previous life, what the disciples like to listen to the most is the stories about the world of immortality told by their elders and brothers when they show off.
This detailed knowledge rarely appears in books, but it is essential common sense on the road to immortality.
Just a little thing leaked from the mouths of these elders can save them a lot of detours.
"Today's lecture is so timely. I have been stuck on that corner for five days without making any progress. I can definitely make a step forward tonight."
Yan Hong was very excited, as if he was about to break through and enter the Qi refining stage.
"Me too. Before, I only noticed the impact of time on the practice of Kung Fu, and all other aspects were ignored. No wonder I feel so strange and stagnant every time I practice."
Jiang Li also looked suddenly enlightened.
"By the way, where are the things I asked you to buy for me earlier? Have they arrived?"
"Yes, I have already bought it. It is in my yard, but it costs a spiritual stone. You will suffer a big loss this time."
Yan Hong looked depressed, but Jiang Li didn't care much.
The same thing has different values in the eyes of different people.
Moreover, Jiang Li was in a hurry, so it was inevitable that the price would be higher.
Back in Yan Hong's backyard, a log that at least two people could hug was lying there quietly.
Jiang Li stepped forward and looked at the annual rings. The tree was sixty-nine years old, which was older than his two lifetimes combined.
"Not bad, thank you brother, this is a big help."
This is naturally a locust tree. Although it is just a very ordinary locust tree trunk, you can probably buy it with some gold and silver in the secular world.
However, it is not easy to find an old Huai who is more than sixty years old, and he is in a sect in the world of cultivating immortals and cannot draw on the power of the mortal world. Naturally, he can only spend the high price of a spiritual stone to buy it.
He stretched out his arms and hugged the tree trunk, exerting force under his feet. The inner strength of the Suihu Kung Fu spread throughout his body. He lifted the tree trunk, which weighed at least 800 kilograms, onto his shoulders.
"Let's go, now that you have this thing, prepare to call me Senior Brother."
Jiang Li was very confident and walked away carrying the heavy tree trunk.
Since classes ended late in the university today, it was already full moon. He did not go back to the dormitory directly, but walked towards a remote wasteland outside the outer gate.
During these more than half a month, he was not an idiot who was ignorant of what was going on outside the window, and had basically understood the basic topography of the outer gate.
The place he wants to go is a cemetery, the outer gate mass grave!
In the previous conversation with Yu Banxiahe, he had learned that the Sutra Pavilion recruits six to seven hundred disciples every year, but the number of outer disciples has remained stable at around eight thousand all year round.
It is understood that outer sect disciples can pass the outer sect competition and practice breakthroughs every year to be promoted to inner sect disciples, but only a few or ten people.
What about the other disciples? How did they disappear?
If something goes wrong in your cultivation, you will die...
Disciples fought to death...
Died in danger while on a mission...
In short, for three hundred and sixty-five days a year, not one or two people in the entire outer sect should die on any given day.
Then over the years, the unique scenery of Waimen Cemetery was finally created.
At a glance, under the moonlight, tombstones are piled next to tombstones, grave mounds are piled on top of mounds, a dark wind is blowing across them, will-o'-the-wisps are floating, and from time to time, ghosts and wolf howls can be heard.
The area of this cemetery actually looks no smaller than the outer gate residential area, but the graves are still so crowded.
Jiang Li was carrying the locust tree logs, which were heavy under his feet. From time to time, crisp snapping sounds could be heard from under the ground.
There are probably bones lying dormant in every inch of land down here.
"Don't be surprised if there is something strange~ Don't be surprised if there is something strange~"
In a cemetery with such a dense mass of burials and such a long history, it is absolutely normal for corpses to become haunted.
This means that within the Immortal Cultivation Sect, if a ghost comes out, it will be slaughtered by others. If it is placed outside, it will be a land of sneaky creatures.
After finding a piece of flat ground, Jiang Li let out a light sound and directly smashed the locust tree on his shoulders into the ground.
"Damn it! This inner strength is almost at its lowest point."
I rested for a while and readjusted myself.
Jiang Li hurriedly made preparations. He didn't come here to eat too much to digest food.
He took off the shoes on his feet, stood with his feet spread apart, and buried his bare feet in the soil. The cold and slippery feeling made him feel a little comfortable.
Under the moonlight, his shadow overlapped with the logs of the locust tree.
Jiang Li slowly opened his hands. From the shadow, it looked like the locust tree had grown two branches again.
Just standing like this, Jiang Li closed his eyes and visualized practicing "Ghost Wood Art" in the gloomy cemetery.
Sophora japonica! The ghost in the tree!
Its roots drink from the Yellow Spring of Nine Netherworlds! Its leaves cover the eyes of the moon in the sky!
During this time's practice, Jiang Li felt that it was far different from before. The cold Yinmu energy was clearly close at hand, and it continued to become more intense.
That's for sure. Although the outer disciples are not of high level or strong, they are still monks. The yin energy and resentment that monks can generate after death is naturally far greater than that of ordinary people.
Over the past two hundred years, more than tens of thousands of outer disciples have been buried in this cemetery.
Therefore, even if it wasn't originally, this cemetery has been turned into a place of absolute darkness.
The locust tree is yin and can attract ghosts. According to the secular tradition, it is a tree that should never appear around a cemetery.
But this time, Jiang Li carried a sixty-nine-year-old locust tree trunk and erected it in the outer gate mass grave.
Suddenly, the gloomy wind howled, and the rich gloomy energy began to continuously gather in the direction of Jiang Li. Will-o'-the-wisps ignited in the air, and their number increased and increased in the air.
Hundreds of green will-o'-the-wisps floated slowly in the vortex of Yin Qi around Jiang Li.