In order to avoid losing the young man's spirit, Deng Zhi advised: "Young people should not sigh. If it doesn't work once, then try it a few more times. If it doesn't work a few times, then keep persisting. You must understand that you can absorb spiritual energy.
, you are qualified to cultivate immortality. As long as you find the reason for the rapid loss of spiritual energy, the problem will no longer be a problem."
"According to your physique, you didn't feel any discomfort from the time the spiritual energy entered your body to when it was drained out of your body. This means that like me, you can absorb spiritual energy anytime and anywhere. This is also good news for you. If you work hard every day, maybe
Heaven will do it, but once you feel any discomfort in your body, you should immediately stop absorbing spiritual energy, and when your body gets better, you can absorb spiritual energy again."
"Actually, you don't have to worry too much about the speed of spiritual energy dissipating too fast. Put aside yourself and use external objects to alleviate this problem."
"Foreign object? But it's a sacrificial weapon as the general said before?" A glimmer of hope ignited in the young man's heart.
The man smiled slightly and said: "Yes, it is a magical weapon. There are three major levels of magical weapons in the world, spiritual weapons, elemental weapons, and fairy weapons. Among them, fairy weapons can also be divided into semi-immortal weapons, which are divided into immortal weapons. There are three categories.
It can be divided into three categories: middle and upper grades, among which Yuan Qi can also be divided into innate and acquired."
"The "killing array" in my hand is a top-grade spiritual weapon. The sword master kills and kills the enemy. It will not have any effect on your own problems. You need something that can consolidate your own spiritual energy and prevent it from spreading.
Auxiliary magical weapons, and most of these magical weapons are owned by the Shanmen Sect, and rarely live outside. Only a few casual cultivators can own one. Because I stay in the military all year round, and most of the military are warriors, so for
Not much is known about this type of magical weapon.
"General, this type of magical weapon must be extremely rare." The young man asked.
"Otherwise, such magical weapons are useless to warriors. For casual cultivators who have just embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, just like you, they are naturally extremely precious, but for sects cultivating immortals in the world, they are ordinary things, because they have nothing but
The magical artifacts and elixirs can help disciples reach the Alchemy Realm in one step, and coupled with the secret method of the mountain gate, the disciples will have no worries, but they are useless to those who are cultivating immortals at the Alchemy Realm and above."
"Depending on your situation, when you enter the world one day, you can solve this problem by finding a mountain gate and entering. Remember, if you can enter a large cultivating sect, everything will be fine. However, ordinary mountain gates are always easy to enter and difficult to exit, so be careful when entering.
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Feng Ziqing nodded heavily, he should keep his good words in mind.
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Under the moonlight, the two chatted.
In addition to asking about common knowledge about spiritual practice, Feng Ziqing would also ask about the outside world's customs, mountains, lakes and seas, monsters and ghosts, in order to increase his knowledge. The participating generals would answer the young man's questions one by one.
After chatting, Deng Zhi stood up slowly and said: "Well, I have been out of the camp for a long time. I have been delayed for some time in investigating the matter earlier. I need to return to the camp as soon as possible to explain it in detail. I will return to the camp tonight. As for your practice
External monks are well-informed about this issue, so I will find someone to find out. Don’t worry, once I find it, I will rush back here as soon as possible.”
Feng Ziqing bent down solemnly and made a big salute to show his respect. He stood up and said, "I feel guilty for troublesome General. I cannot say thank you for your kindness. If you need it in the future, just let me know. General, I will leave here and there will be more on the way."
Please be very careful. I wonder if the general will still let the altar serve as a warning after he leaves the barrier?"
The general returned the gift. How many cities could a thirteen-year-old boy who was isolated from the world have? Qualifications aside, his character was by no means low. It was worth the trouble and trouble.
"No, I already tried it last night. With my ability, I can leave freely. Well, our fate is not over yet, and there is no need to say more between men. If we say goodbye today, we will definitely meet again someday.
"
"What the general said is true. General, please take it seriously. See you later." The young man said, cupping his fists.
"See you later." Deng Zhi unsheathed his long sword, stepped into the air, flew with the sword, and gradually disappeared from sight.
After Deng Zhi left, Feng Ziqing had been in a daze. He didn't take the initiative to tell him where he was from or what he was investigating, so naturally he couldn't ask more questions.
He also concealed something, and did not tell him about Wei Fangxun's immortality and the fact that he brought back babies every year in the village, because he was still not sure what kind of person Deng Zhi was.
Once he tells this, it is unknown whether it will make Deng Zhi want to quit, or it will give rise to other ideas, which will be counterproductive. Therefore, he can only be sure when Deng Zhi returns to this place.
Deng Zhi is really good to me, and I can tell everything later.
After a while, he gradually became elated. Look, he has the demeanor of cultivating immortals. This is what a man should do, so that his life will not be wasted!
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Back in the room, Feng Ziqing carefully recalled everything the general said.
In the past two days, Deng Zhi had a huge impact on him. It was unprecedented, and it would not be an exaggeration to say it was subversive. After he calmed down, how to solve the current problems was the top priority.
The spiritual energy dissipates too quickly. You can only slowly explore this problem by yourself. You can't ask Uncle Chen or the others. The less you say, the safer it is.
Feng Zi chuckled lightly. The days that followed were finally not so boring. There were many things to do, which was fulfilling.
The young man couldn't help but smile, and slowly fell asleep.
The big dream is light when you sleep, and you see the light when you wake up.
The next day, Feng Ziqing woke up a little early, and it was still not bright yet. Since he was not sleepy, he simply got up and went out, and slowly began to wander around the village, intentionally or unintentionally wandering near the altar.
The altar has existed for a long time, and its function, as mentioned by Chen Shiye, is to pray to the sky for blessings and rain. Since there have never been any natural or man-made disasters in the village, it has been left unused.
The village chief will occasionally send people to repair it so that it will not remain dilapidated for peace of mind. Wei Fangxun once strictly prohibited it from approaching the altar at will, which is disrespectful to the gods.
It is true that I have never seen Wei Fangxun and the others use the altar. Now that I think about it, they are cultivators, and even if they used it, they would not know it. Talking about this altar is probably just nonsense.
The young man slowly squatted down, grabbed a piece of dirt from the ground, crushed it, squinted his eyes, tilted the corner of his mouth, and murmured to himself, "Okay, I will play with you, I have a backer."
Yes, you have to be tough when you speak.
He straightened up and wandered for a while before walking home.
In the courtyard, Chen Shiye, whose leg was mostly healed, was washing rice and washing vegetables. When he saw the young man coming back, he laughed and cursed: "You brat is so interested today and went out early in the morning. He must have done something bad, right?"
ah?"
The young man rolled his eyes and said, "As you can tell, who in the village doesn't know that I am a law-abiding and good citizen? Are we that kind of people?"
Chen Shiye grabbed a handful of green vegetables soaked in water and swung the water hard on the boy, "You are just a kid who talks nonsense. Sometimes it would be good for you to be more restrained. Come and help, you know?"
The water rushed towards his face, and the young man quickly turned sideways to dodge, but failed. The young man, whose clothes were slightly wet, laughed and cursed a few words before reaching out to help.
Afternoon, in the courtyard.
Under the tattered pergola, the man and the boy were lying on bamboo chairs and chatting.
"By the way, brat, it's Wei Jing's birthday in a few days. Have you prepared any birthday gifts or something?"
"Ah? So fast. How old is that girl?"
"It's twelve." Chen Shiye said angrily.
"I'm already twelve, time flies by a bit fast. Don't worry, the gift will be ready soon. I'll keep the girl satisfied."
Chen Shiye glanced at the young man and couldn't bear to expose it, "That's good. If you haven't done it yet, why don't you hurry up and prepare it and wait for me to get it for you?"
"I got it, let's go." The young man stood up slowly, went into the house, picked up the county records and put them in his arms. When he left, he didn't forget to tell the man a few words and don't forget to apply the medicine.
With nothing to do, Feng Ziqing took the initiative to ask for help, went to Old Liu's house to fetch the big buffalo, and walked towards Jiemuqiao.
No matter where I go, gifts are really a headache.
When I arrived at Jiemu Bridge, I patted the big buffalo. The latter understood and went to eat grass, while I plunged into the river and had a pleasant swim.
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In a shady place, Feng Ziqing crossed his right leg, holding weeds in his mouth, worrying about birthday gifts.
This gift is too light. Girl Jing is usually very kind to me. I can’t let her down. What should I give her?
After thinking for a while, I had no clue. Forget it, stop thinking about it now and practice while there is no one around.
He straightened his back and sat cross-legged, clasping his hands round. Of course, the result was the same. After a few repetitions, Feng Ziqing suddenly had an idea and decided to try to slow down the speed of absorbing spiritual energy. If it was too fast, how about that slow?
No, it's faster
No, it needs to be slower
Three times, four times, five times, it still doesn't work.
Alas, is it useful? It is already so slow. Is there any other way?
Feng Ziqing stood up and walked onto the bridge. Looking at the picturesque scenery and tranquility in front of her, the breeze blew on her face. The worries in her heart were relieved, and her thoughts suddenly became much clearer.