Immortal in my old age, I will live forever

Chapter 17 019: Zhongpin Linggen, Trouble in Hutong Street
In the blink of an eye, it was the fifth day after practicing the "Destroying Life and Pulling Seedling Technique".

In the middle of the night, inside the house, Chen Dengming had gray hair all over his temples, crow's feet could be seen faintly at the corners of his eyes, and his energy and spirit were seriously depleted.

But now, his spiritual root has officially transitioned from a low-rank to a middle-rank spiritual root.

The entire promotion process started at dusk today and continued until an hour ago. He only felt that his ability to sense the aura in the surrounding air became stronger.
Although the absorbed golden aura still chops wood aura when they meet each other, killing more than half of it, which greatly reduces the effect of cultivation, but it is ten times stronger than before, and even the feeling of sensing aura is very clear.

If the first improvement is still a very slight feeling, it will be mistaken for a psychological effect.

Now, with the advancement of the spiritual root, the feeling of the improvement of the aura sensitivity is very strong, just like the difference between taking a sip of cold water and holding a piece of ice in your mouth.

His spiritual root aptitude has really improved, but his lifespan has also been lost for ten years.

Chen Dengming stood up from the ground, picked up a towel and wiped his muscular and muscular body, finished practicing "Three Elements Gathering Spirit Art", and checked the panel.

His spiritual root attributes and lifespan have changed.

"Eighth Heavenly Martial Artist [Chen Dengming]

Shou: 92/152
Spirit root: gold, wood (medium grade 1/100)

Martial arts: "Chen's General Compendium of Martial Arts" (Consummated 32/100)

道法：《炼蛊篇》（精通0/100）、《三元聚灵功》（初学6/100）、《损命拔苗术》（初学50/100）”

"After spending ten years of life, my spiritual root has been upgraded to the middle grade, and the efficiency of my practice of the three-element gathering spirit skill has also been greatly improved. This is the benefit of a stronger spiritual root."

Chen Dengming was a little excited.

In the past five days, apart from going out for an hour a day to collect the materials of the golden silkworm Gu, he spent the rest of the time in the house, waiting for the people from Jinzifang to come to arrange duties, and at the same time, he desperately practiced "Destroying Life and Pulling Seedling Technique" to improve the quality of his spiritual root.

At the same time, he did not relax his practice of "Three Elements Gathering Spirit Art".

From yesterday to today, he has completed the practice of "Three Elements Gathering Spirit Art" eighteen times.

Only practiced 5 times, but the proficiency of this method has been raised from 6 to [-].

Especially after his spiritual root promotion was completed, the speed of condensing spiritual energy when practicing this method was particularly rapid, almost ten times that of five days ago.

"At my current practice speed, practicing the "Three Elements Gathering Spirit Art" ten times a day can increase the proficiency of this exercise by 1 point, and using Qingling Pill can speed it up a bit. About nine times of practice can improve a little proficiency. Spend.

From this point of view, in less than three months, you can steadily break through your innate ability and become a Qi training monk."

Chen Dengming paced in the room, stopping from time to time, carefully sensing the aura flowing in the air, with a smile on his face.

In the past, he sensed the aura flowing in the air, like looking at flowers covered by a veil.

Now, this layer of veil has been removed, and he can 'see' more clearly.

Of course, the specific benefits of improving the quality of spiritual roots are not only reflected in the aspect of sensitivity.

And in the future, he only needs to continue to practice the "Destroying Life and Pulling Seedling Technique", and there is still room for his spiritual root quality to continue to improve.

At present, this Taoist method has not broken through the first level, practicing once a day will only consume two years of life span, and he can still bear it.

However, because he has not yet broken through, and his spiritual root has reached the level of middle grade, it is obvious that losing two years of life will not improve the affinity of spiritual energy.

If you break through to the first level, you may lose six years of life if you practice once, so you need to slow down.

"Medium-grade spiritual roots are enough for the time being. Now the main thing is to break through the realm of strength immediately. Maybe if I practice in an area with more abundant spiritual energy, the time for me to break through to the first level of Qi training will be shorter."

Thinking deeply in his heart, Chen Dengming put on a pair of gloves, dug out a piece of spirit stone made into a stone Gu from the soil layer in the corner of the room, and put it away carefully.

This stone Gu is Chen Dengming's new method of refining Gu, mixing toxins and spirit stones together, so that the spirit energy in the spirit stones will gradually soak in some toxins, which is more powerful and vicious than ordinary stone Gu. Good things for people, after all, there is no one who doesn't like Lingshi.

Lifting the broken knife, Chen Dengming put on a patched cloak and a hood to cover the white hair on his sideburns, and prepared to go out to practice the knife.

As the saying goes, if you want to be good at kung fu, 360 days a year, your progress is like a spring silkworm spinning silk, and your retreat is like running water.

Even though he is faltering on the road of pursuing immortality, his kung fu in martial arts cannot be lost immediately.

After all, for the time being, he hasn't cultivated enough aura to learn and use Taoism. The ability to save his life has to be a combination of martial arts and Gu, and he should practice hard at ordinary times to save his life at critical moments.

As a result, I just went out late at night.

It happened that Xu Wei, a neighbor who usually worked at night, avoided him evasively, as if she was quite ashamed.

"Sister Xu, aren't you busy today?"

Chen Dengming habitually greeted him kindly, then stopped suddenly, looked at Xu's slightly swollen right cheek and bloodshot mouth, and said in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

Xu Wei forced a smile, turned his face to the front of his house to open the door, and changed the topic, "Chen Langjun is going out to practice at night again?"

Chen Dengming frowned, then nodded again, "Yes."

Xu Wei clicked to open the door, half-jokingly said, "Chen Lang-jun studies hard all day, he must be very good at martial arts, right? If you have time, you can teach my concubine some self-defense skills."

"No, it's just some superficial skills. It's not the magic of the fairy family, it's nothing, but it's too late to learn it at your age, Sister Xu."

Chen Dengming shook his head and smiled.

"Yeah, late"

Xu Wei's eyes were slightly dazed, and he responded rather perfunctorily.

Seeing that the other party didn't want to say anything more, Chen Dengming stopped asking, turned around and was about to leave.

Xu Wei looked at his back and reminded, "Chen Langjun, the conflict between Jinzifang and the monks in Hutong Street has been fierce these two days, so you just joined Jinzifang, so you have to be careful when you go out."

"Oh?"

Chen Dengming was taken aback, and only then did he realize why the people from Jinzifang hadn't looked for him in the past few days, probably because they were all busy.

He looked back at Xu Wei.

The other party's swollen cheeks somewhat spoiled the beauty, but the sincerity in those beautiful eyes was quite valuable in this chaotic area. He nodded with a smile, "Thank you for reminding me."

After saying that, he took the knife and left quickly, but he still didn't ask the reason for the other party's injury.

After all, the two parties are just ordinary neighbors, and there is no need to exchange shallow words.

But what he said is also true, Xu Wei is indeed a lot late in learning martial arts now, or in other words, many talents in the gathering place are late.

These people may have benefited from living in the world of cultivating immortals with abundant spiritual energy. They were born with all eight meridians, and they gradually reached the innate state by practicing some breathing techniques.

But most of them didn't practice martial arts very much, or they practiced some unknown martial arts and they were not deep enough, so the strength they showed in actual combat was ugly, and it was not at all comparable to the Nanxun Kingdom where Chen Dengming was before.

After leaving the shanty town, Chen Dengming walked into an alleyway, and he felt alarmed in his mind. It seemed that several deep air forces had locked him in front and back, which was serious and dangerous.

His heart sank suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he looked forward, a figure had appeared in front of him, but at this time there were two other figures behind him blocking his way.

"Chen! Deng! Ming?"

The figure that appeared in front called out Chen Dengming's name word by word, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and said.

"We are from Hutong Street, come with us, our boss wants to see you."

Chen Dengming raised his eyebrows instantly, and realized that the aura of the person opposite him should be a monk, but the two people behind him should be only innate.

The other party was obviously prepared.

Chen Dengming secretly asked for trouble, and said in a deep voice, "I don't know what your boss is looking for me for?"

A cold look flashed across the monk's eyes, "I'm willing to talk to you because I heard that you have a waist card personally given by Miss Luo in your hand. I think highly of you, but there are so many questions? Are you going?"

Chen Dengming smiled suddenly, the seriousness on his face disappeared, he cupped his fists and said, "Go, of course go, it's a blessing for the younger generation to be appreciated by the immortal master, how dare you not follow."

The monk raised his brows when he heard the words, "You're quite sensible, if you dare to disagree, you will always suffer. Let's go!"

He beckoned and turned sideways, his eyes were like cold electricity, but the talisman in the palm of his sleeve did not relax, he remained vigilant, and the two innate thugs behind him also moved closer.

As if he didn't notice it, Chen Dengming approached with a smile, and approached, "Where can I bother the immortal master? In fact, this junior also has some things to ask the immortal master. This junior has been retreating for a few days, but I don't know why there is a conflict between Jinzifang and Hutong Street? "

(End of this chapter)