This summary is very long, and there are many unknowns.
However, during his training in the Lingxian Sect, Tang Ling had long developed the habit of summarizing the past to alert himself, then refine future plans, and strictly implement them within his own capabilities.
Only in this way can we be aware of it.
Although many things here cannot be completed in a short time, and some may never be completed, Tang Ling is not anxious or anxious, and does not think too much.
Instead, you will have a ruler in mind and act in a measured manner.
After all, it’s useless to think too much. Seize the moment and you will have further joy!
Moreover, the journey of cultivation is long, and everyone has their own rhythm. Take it one step at a time, take your time, and walk steadily and steadily. For her, it is actually the fastest speed.
After everything was sorted and planned, and the spirit stones and elixirs were prepared, Tang Ling decided not to waste time and immediately began to retreat and advance.
As a monk who had abstained from grains for a long time, Song Nan didn't seem to have very high requirements for food. There were no pots or stoves or other tools for making food here.
There were also large fish and meat bought by Yuan Yulang in the storage bag that could be kept fresh, but it took too much effort to practice. To prevent accidents, Tang Ling took a few bigu pills that could resist hunger and replenish energy after a delicious meal.
After checking the magic circle outside the cave, he returned to the first stone room, sat cross-legged on the stone bed with his eyes closed, absorbed the abundant spiritual power here, and began to practice.
The wind at the end of September blows red leaves all over the mountains, red and yellow leaves are flying in the valley, and fruit trees of various colors are covered with fruits.
The animals in the valley began to store food for the winter early. Foxes, squirrels, hares, deers, snakes... were rustling through the forest, and were suddenly startled by a vibration of the mountain wall, and scattered in all directions.
A figure in green clothes appeared outside the cave on the cliff, with a hibiscus-like face and shining eyes. It was Tang Ling who had successfully advanced.
Cultivating in the mountains, I don’t know how many years have passed.
More than three months have passed since Tang Ling began to retreat.
It was much shorter than she expected.
"Senior brother is right. This time I advanced from the second stage of the first stage to the second stage in one fell swoop, but I just missed it..."
Tang Ling smiled bitterly in his heart, knowing that it was actually more than a little bit close.
The third level is a small threshold. Many monks with low spiritual root levels may not be able to reach it in their lifetime, and can only watch their lifespan expire.
Generally speaking, the lifespan of disciples below the third level can reach more than a hundred years, the life span of the third level disciples can reach more than 200 years, the fourth level can reach 300 years, and the fifth level can reach 500 years.
The next steps are all big thresholds: if you pass the sixth level, you can get more than a thousand years old, the seventh level can be more than two thousand years old, the eighth level can be ten thousand years old, and the ninth level can be more than 20,000 years old.
At the tenth level, one can live as long as heaven and earth, and he is considered an immortal.
With Tang Lingding's low spiritual root level, it would take a lot of effort to reach the third level, which could take decades or even a lifetime.
But Tang Ling is not discouraged. Now that he has started, he will persevere to the end. No matter what the result is, enjoying the process of hard work is also a kind of fun.
"But this spiritual spring is indeed a good thing. After soaking in it, I feel that it is filled with spiritual energy from the inside out, and a lot of the filth has been washed away."
Now it seems that there is still a faint halo of spiritual energy surrounding the body.
Tang Ling looked at herself. After successfully advancing, there was a layer of sticky and disgusting dirt on her body. She used a dust-purifying technique to cleanse it, and then went to soak in the spiritual spring of the cave for a long time.
The spiritual spring is full of spiritual energy. After bathing in it and relaxing your body and mind, you will feel the ultimate comfort in your limbs and bones. The fatigue of cultivation will be instantly washed away, and those who take a bath will feel drowsy.
After taking a dip in the Lingquan, Tang Ling lay down on the stone bed and had a good sleep without saying a word.
When I woke up, my stomach was empty. All the spiritual stones used for cultivation in the storage bag had been used up, but there were still some pills left.
Tang Ling tidied up and walked out of the cave where she had stayed for three months.
"The stone bed is so hard that it's a bit uncomfortable to sleep without a bedding."
Tang Ling made a mental decision and decided to go to the market to buy some bedding, but the first step was to earn spiritual stones.
Let’s go to the ghost market that we inquired about before.
After making up her mind, she put on the white jade hairpin given by Yuan Yulang and changed her appearance.
Before leaving, he carefully inspected the cave formation, then took out his flying sword and flew down the mountain.
I checked the sight glass on the way and there was no news from Yuan Yulang.
Yes, it's only been three months.
Song Nan, who had previously said that he would stay at Zhenchao Pass for a period of time, has not made any move. I don't know if he is still in Qingyun Continent now, or if he went to Prisoner of Dragon Sea to break the formation with Yuan Yulang.
So does Fu Qingcheng.
The only ones with news are Wei Zhiming and Nangong Xun.
These two people came out of the Black Hell King's place two months ago and left a message in the viewing mirror, saying that they wanted to make a living in Fengdu, but now they don't know where they are going.
It has to be said that the transportation where Song Nan lives is very convenient. In less than a quarter of an hour's flight, a brightly lit and prosperous place appeared in front of him.
It seemed that someone had placed a barrier over the ghost market, blocking the sunlight, and could only be illuminated by lights.
Therefore, the long and wide stone streets are filled with various lanterns of different styles and colors.
On the roadside, on the trees, under the eaves of shops, the long street is brightly lit, reflecting the colorful formation.
"The internal organs, the internal organs...the fresh internal organs! Don't miss it when you pass by! I guarantee you will feel like a living person!"
"Husks and shells! There are shells for cows, sheep, pigs, dogs, and human beings and immortals! You can wear them with enough sunlight for several days, so you can walk normally in broad daylight without any discomfort!"
"Little brother, I see that your hall is dark, your face is bitter, and you are thin - didn't your mother spend money on you? I have an excellent book on dreaming, do you want to buy it and learn from it?
?In the future, I will tell my parents in my dream: everyone is dead, so don’t dig into Sosou when you want to buy a wad of paper money..."
Except for the slight difference between the things sold and those in the human world, the rest of the decoration is very lively and resembles a human market.
No, it's even more lively than that.
The place is crowded with people, ghosts and people coming and going, it is warm and full of smiles, and it is full of fireworks.
The only obvious difference from the human market is that here, both buyers and customers are floating spirits, not as down-to-earth as mortals.
But except for a few exceptions, their appearance and body shape are mostly the same as those of ordinary people.
Some ghosts with terrifying appearances before death had not transformed yet, so they wore masks on their faces. Tang Ling could only glimpse their true appearance when he used his spiritual consciousness to detect them, and he couldn't help but smack his lips secretly.
This long street in the ghost market is not as flat as an ordinary street. It leads to a higher sky in the distance. Going up, you can reach the stars, moon and milky way under the black and blue sky, which complement each other with the lights. Various shops line the road.
There are also a number of red flower sedans and translucent flying animal spirits at high altitudes, similar to public transportation, carrying loads of people and ghosts to the ground.
Such a strange sight can only be seen here.
Song Nan, you must have seen it a long time ago.
It's a pity that Yuan Yulang, who has been looking forward to it, can't see it, nor can his parents who can't get out.
Will Qingcheng come here?
That restaurant is nice. I really want to invite Yao Yao and Lu Ren to have a drink!
Zhao Baoshan didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know if he could control this dead flying beast ghost...
It’s true!
At this time, it’s time to go out and enjoy the scenery with your friends and relatives...
Tang Ling was feeling angry when he suddenly saw a familiar figure. He lit a green lamp under a remote tree with relatively few people, and sat boredly on a newly made rocking chair, "squeaking" slowly.