Bai Zichen returned to his family and had a good sleep for two days, feeling refreshed. Knowing that Bai Ying and Bai Chongwu had visited him during his rest, he simply asked the cook to prepare a table of dishes. He also reluctantly spent a huge sum of money on a spiritual stone.
, I bought two pots of spiritual wine from a tribesman in the neighboring courtyard who was skilled in brewing wine, and invited the two of them to their home to drink together.
"Fat man, why are you still at the first level of Qi refining? Even if you have no intention of becoming an immortal and will not fight with others in the future, you must have a mid-level Qi refining level."
Others' cultivation has nothing to do with him, but Fatty Bai grew up together. After half a day of drinking, Bai Zichen couldn't help but persuade him.
"Cultivation is so depressing. No matter how hard I try, I can't refining one-third of your mana in one day. Besides, there are Brother Chen and Brother Chongwu. In a few years, your cultivation will be better."
Come up here, whoever in the clan dares to bully me."
The fat white man was holding a chicken leg in his hand, and he did not consider his low cultivation level as ugly.
"Bai Ying, what Brother Chen said is right. Even if we can protect you for a while, but you go out to run a business and only have a level of Qi refining, even ordinary martial arts masters will not be too respectful to you. If you really think
If you are feeling frustrated about cultivating your magic power, you should look for a body-training method. After a few years of simple practice, you can become similar to the top innate masters among mortals. This is also a way."
Bai Chongwu put down his wine glass and said seriously.
"Okay, okay, I will devote an hour every day to practice from now on, and try to reach the second level of Qi Refining next year."
Bai Zichen shook his head helplessly. Everyone chooses their own path. Fatty Bai wants to be a happy rich man, but he can't do it even if he presses his head to cultivate.
After two days of rest, I officially started practicing the magic of casting gods.
In the quiet room, Bai Zichen's expression was solemn. The entire article "Forging the Divine Art" only had two or three hundred words, and he could already recite it backwards and forwards.
"Using the heaven and earth as a furnace, integrating my own spiritual consciousness into it, evolving the true fire and tempering it... Why do I know every word, but when they are connected, I am confused."
In the first step, he failed to construct the picture of the furnace of heaven and earth in the sea of consciousness.
No matter how you enter concentration, the picture will completely collapse and break into countless small pieces when it is only one-third complete.
Moreover, practicing the art of casting gods consumes a lot of mental energy. Bai Zichen found that he had only sketched the picture twice, and he felt exhausted.
He bit the tip of his tongue hard and was about to do it again when a strong feeling of sleep came over him. His head dropped and he instantly fell asleep.
By the time he woke up hungry, it was already early the next morning.
"I actually slept for a whole day... This magic of casting gods is a bit evil!"
Bai Zichen shook his head, feeling a little heavy and labored. He took a Bigu Pill and walked around for a while without giving up. Then he came back and tried to meditate again to outline the furnace of heaven and earth.
A few minutes later, Bai Zichen, who had just woken up, fell into a deep sleep again.
"It should be that my mental strength couldn't bear it, and my body forced myself into a deep sleep. But as soon as I practice this technique, I will fall asleep. The actual practice time is too little, and I can only get started in the year of the monkey. No wonder the technique says,
The practice of this technique is extremely time-consuming, and it is not recommended for Qi refining monks to try it forcefully."
This time, Bai Zichen simply rested for an extra day and went to his uncle's place for a cup of spiritual tea.
As soon as the bitter spiritual tea is taken in, the lost mental power in the body is quickly restored. The only drawback of this good thing is that it is expensive.
One tael of Silver Needle Lingcha would cost eighty Lingshi.
Wait until the state returns to full health before starting the third practice of casting the magic.
This time he felt progress, and the outline of the furnace of heaven and earth was one more piece. If he continued to make this progress hundreds of times, he might be able to complete the whole picture.
Bai Zichen felt exhausted and weak immediately after the scene collapsed, but his mental intensity did indeed increase a little.
This time, I slept for two full days.
Different from the last time, this time after getting up, Bai Zichen's thinking was clear, his mind was clear, and everything was quiet, as if a thick layer of dust had been wiped away.
Although the practice of casting gods is boring, constantly sketching pictures, consuming the mind, and repeating it while sleeping and resting, it makes people immersed in it unknowingly.
The mind is getting stronger, and the feeling and satisfaction are unstoppable.
Bai Zichen was about to engage in a new practice when a rapid knock on the door came from outside the quiet room, interrupting his movements.
"Chen'er, hurry up and get out of seclusion. The clan leader will summon you and Bai Ling today, and they will leave for Qingfengmen tomorrow!"
"I know, I'll come right away."
When Bai Zichen stood up, his legs went weak and he almost fell. After counting on his fingers, he realized that he had been in the quiet room for six full days.
"Has it been six days? I didn't notice the passage of time at all. It's such a terrible magic."
No wonder the divine consciousness is called the most mysterious and elusive.
Just the introductory stage of the cultivation of spiritual consciousness almost made him fall into it, unable to extricate himself.
If you continue to practice endlessly without external supplements, there will only be one end: your mind will be exhausted, your fuel will run out, your lamp will dry up, and you will die.
"You must control your time to practice this technique, or when my cultivation is higher, I may be less tempted by the magic of casting."
Although he almost fell into the magic barrier of practicing the magic of casting gods, Bai Zichen noticed that his thinking seemed to be running faster when he walked out of the quiet room.
For example, as soon as I thought of the fireball technique, all the training information of this spell and the twelve fire runes that it consists of automatically appeared in my mind. Even how to adjust and match the fire runes to add some variety to the fireball technique.
One list.
All distracting thoughts are gone, and the mind is clear.
In the family hall, the patriarch Bai Xianzhong, who had just mastered a powerful spell and came out of seclusion, learned some good news and immediately summoned the two juniors over.
After reading the already written copies of the Aromatic God's Sun Stealing Technique and the Taiyin Suyun Xuanshui True Technique, the corners of my mouth rose. It was obvious that I was very satisfied with the results of this trip to the Wuyue Temple inheritance stone tablet.
"Honggu said that day that as long as you enter the top ten, each of you will be rewarded with a contribution of 500. Now that the ranking has not been released, but you are at the forefront no matter what, I will make the final decision to transfer this contribution to the two of you in advance!
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"Thank you, clan leader!"
Bai Zichen and Bai Ling looked at each other and smiled. Contribution points were as hard currency as spiritual stones within the family, and five hundred points was not a small amount.
"In addition, Bai Ling's Taiyin Suyun Xuanshui True Skill is a top-notch water-type cultivation technique. It is stored on the top floor of the family's hidden skill pavilion. Except for the clan leader and a few elders, no one else has the right to borrow it. Only family monks recognized by us can
Only then are you qualified to practice. If Bai Ling turns in the exercises and has merit, he will be awarded another 500 points for his contribution!"
"As for Bai Zichen's desolate god's sun-stealing technique..."
Thinking of this life-extending magic, Bai Xianzhong's heart was filled with excitement.
No monk would think that his life span is too long. It is certainly a good thing to increase his life span by thirty years.
If you are really lucky enough to practice to the late stage of foundation building and have the desolate god's sun-stealing technique, it will be like having one more pill-forming spiritual object than other monks out of thin air!