Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 1 Farming for two and a half years

Donghuang, Ningzhou Prefecture.

Hongyuanfang City is located in the depths of the wild mountain that winds for hundreds of thousands of miles.

Dozens of cultivating families jointly support the normal operation of this square city, and the endless emergence of foundation-building ancestors frightened the Quartet, making Xiaoxiao bow his head and dare not make mistakes.

For thousands of years, many fellow Taoists have all praised and recognized the signboard of Hongyuanfang City, knowing the most important rules here, not to kill people for no reason, and the safety of both parties in the transaction is guaranteed.

When trust is established, business will naturally flourish.

Gradually, more casual cultivators and mortals came entrenched like ants, and developed into a behemoth covering hundreds of spiritual mountains.

On the outskirts of Fangshi, Lihuofeng.

This place is the residence of the Li family, and there is a large array of guardians, and outsiders are not allowed to break in without authorization.

On the mountainside, there is an ordinary cave.

Zhang Yuqing sat cross-legged on the coffin, with a golden spot of light flickering between his eyebrows.

Half a quarter of an hour later, he slowly opened his eyes, and a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"Failed……"

Feeling the lack of growth in cultivation, a bitter look appeared on Zhang Yuqing's face.

"Practice for two and a half years, and the initial progress is very fast. I thought I was a genius in practice. It was only later that I realized that in practice, what I cultivate is resources."

Zhang Yuqing punched hard on the coffin, and the hard stone cracked several tiny cracks with a crackling sound.

He reacted, with a little pain and hesitation on his face, he stretched his fists at a loss.

"I live in a cave far away from the spiritual veins, and I can only eat a meal of spiritual rice every three to five times. I practice the popular kung fu skills, and spend most of my time every day tending the spiritual fields and planting spiritual rice. I can only keep [-]% of it all year round!"

"Cultivation of immortality? Cultivation ass!"

Zhang Yuqing never imagined that he really traveled to this world just by making a wish to cultivate immortality when offering incense to Sanqing.

The excitement when he first arrived quickly disappeared, and Zhang Yuqing was soon discovered by the elders of Hongyuanfang City that he had spiritual roots, so he brought him from the ordinary world to this real world of practice, and became a Glorious Ling Zhifu.

No way, who made his spiritual roots be the four spiritual roots of the bad street in the world of cultivating immortals, commonly known as miscellaneous spiritual roots.

If it is the Three Spirit Roots, it is still expected to be taken into the inner courtyard of the Li family, and will be enshrined in charge of fighting in the future.

Miscellaneous spirit root, according to the words of the ancestor of the Li family, is enough to break through the middle stage of Qi refining in this life.

Let's do the promising job of Ling Zhifu honestly.

It is enough for the master to ask you to rent [-]% of the rent. After all, you only need to save a hundred years of Lingshi and you can pay off the supplies owed to the Li family. No matter how many people envy you.

Thinking of the contract of prostitution he was forced to sign, Zhang Yuqing's eyes showed a stern look.

It is not free for the elders of Li's parents to help him embark on the road of practice. The price for providing him with the "Little Practicing Qi Jue" and "Little Ganlin Technique", "Turning Soil Jue" and "Little Vajra Curse" for him to practice is Zhang Yuqing's price. You must swear your heart demon oath, and you must be a tenant in the Li family until you pay off these "important cultivation resources"!
Afterwards, Zhang Yuqing naturally knew that she had been cheated, but it was a pity that the situation was stronger than others.

In the realm of cultivating immortals, the weak are preyed upon by the strong. With Li's parents' late stage cultivation, if he dares to say no, his life may die.

It is said that the casual practitioners outside Fangshi fought desperately all day long, and many who lacked arms and legs were willing to pay high prices to buy some limbs with spiritual roots to renew their severed limbs.

At that time, there was only low power and small!

But after three years of dormancy, Zhang Yuqing became more and more disheartened.

It is too difficult for miscellaneous spirit roots to extract pure mana!

Whenever he tried his best to perceive the four airs of earth, water, fire, and wind between the heaven and the earth, it was like scooping water with a bamboo basket, and Zen essence could only absorb a little spiritual energy into his body.

After that, the Four Spirit Roots divided one part of the spiritual energy into four smaller parts, and refined them into the purest wood, water, gold, and earth spiritual energy and stored them in the dantian.

During this process, most of the aura was consumed in vain.

It is said that if a genius with a single spiritual root can omit the step of sensing the spiritual energy, and directly introduce the purest single spiritual energy into the body, the loss rate is almost only [-]%.

Those who are close to double spiritual roots can also allow aura to enter the body naturally, but they also need to be refined to remove the aura that does not belong to their own spiritual roots.

"Unfortunately, in the world of cultivating immortals for thousands of years, I have never heard of any treasures of heaven and earth that can improve people's spiritual root aptitude!"

Zhang Yuqing showed unwillingness, and murmured in a low voice: "But it is not without precedent that the miscellaneous spirit roots broke through the foundation establishment. Compared with the sky spirit root, the miscellaneous spirit root is just a little less efficient in purification, and it is better than nothing." A mortal without spiritual roots."

"As long as the denominator is large enough, the gap in the numerator can be made up!"

"For example, Master Qingfeng, one of the ancestors of Hongyuanfang City, was forcibly piled up with countless resources! There is no way, who told someone to have a father who is in the realm of fake alchemy!"

"However, I may not be able to eat a meal of spiritual rice in a month. Until today, it is difficult to break through the natural moat of the third to fourth layers of Qi Refining. The mana accumulated for a whole year is used to break through the level, which is like a mayfly shaking a tree. The feeling hasn't diminished in the slightest!"

In just one year, he practiced like a rocket to reach the third level of Qi Refining, followed by more than a year of practice shackles. Even Zhang Yuqing's psychological endurance was almost desperate.

He could never forget the sneering eyes of the steward of the Li family when he collected the rent, as well as the puzzlement and rejection of fellow tenant monks.

'Miscellaneous spirit root practice so hard for what?Is it useful to break through to the third level of Qi refining in one year? '

'That's right, it took Lao Huang 60 years to break through to the middle stage of Qi refining. It can be seen that the third level of Qi refining with miscellaneous spiritual roots is already the limit of manpower, and the next step is to rely on water and work, and there is no need to fight like this at all. '

"No, I'm different from them!" Zhang Yuqing's eyes released a violent color: "I still have golden fingers!"

"Since we can't break through, all the spiritual energy will be fully supplied to Goldfinger!"

In Zhang Yuqing's sea of ​​consciousness, a slightly dim golden light floated like a cloud.

For more than two years, every time he practiced, he could feel the existence of this piece of golden light.

And he also found that this piece of golden light would unconsciously absorb the mana he extracted!

Zhang Yuqing has always suspected that this is the golden finger that came with him during time travel, absorbing mana or it is recharging.

It's just that he is a mere miscellaneous spiritual root, and he has very little mana to refine every day, and he has to be robbed of a lot by this existence that may be the golden finger.

If he could bear it, he just barely provided this piece of golden light with a small amount of mana every day to keep it from dissipating.

After two years, the golden light is only about half full.

For some reason, Zhang Yuqing could sense the charging progress of the golden light.

Now that he has accumulated a lot of money and still failed to pass the level, Zhang Yuqing made up his mind to put all his chips on Jinguang.

"According to the current progress, two more months will be enough..."

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The next day, Zhang Yuqing finished grooming and washing as usual, checked the portable magic weapon, and walked towards Lingtian.

Along the way, from time to time, he could see tenant monks who also wore blue shirts embroidered with the logo of the Li family and greeted him.

"Fellow Daoist Yuqing!"

"Fellow Daoist Ge Hun!"

The two greeted each other and walked together silently.

"It is rumored that the rent will increase this year." Ge Hun looked about thirty years old, with two long beards under his chin, gentle and refined, like a teacher.

Zhang Yuqing shook his head slightly: "How do you say that?"

Ge Qing looked around and said in a low voice: "The youngest son of the ancestor of the Li family has reached the age of enlightenment. I heard that he wants to entrust someone to worship under the ancestor of Qingfeng. After all, since the ancestor of the Li family fell 18 years ago, he has not been out of the foundation building. Old Ancestor, I'm afraid the foundation is not stable."

"..." Zhang Yuqing sighed and said, "If it's true, I'm afraid our lives will be miserable again."

Ge Qing sighed again and again: "Oh, fellow Daoist Yuqing, you are fine. One person is full and the whole family is not hungry. My second boy also has the aptitude to cultivate immortals. Although he is only a miscellaneous spiritual root, he always has to find a way out for him. You can't be like me. I became a tenant in a muddle and wasted my life."

"Hush, keep quiet!" Zhang Yuqing signaled, "The mountain patrol team is here."

The mountain patrol team is composed entirely of blood monks from the Li family, responsible for patrolling and guarding the Lingtian and the surrounding areas of the Lingmai.

In front of them, the children of the Li family, it is impossible to say anything bad about the master's family.

It ranges from whipping to fines, to confiscation of Lingshi Lingmi.

A few sword lights flashed away, and the oppressive atmosphere gradually returned to tranquility.

At the foot of the mountain, the tenants in sevens and eights continued to whisper to each other.

Ge Hun looked enviously at the traces left by the sword energy piercing the sky, and murmured: "I really envy them. They can start practicing flying in the mid-stage of Qi refining. Although it is not a real flying sword technique, it also has the ability to fly."

"Alas—" Zhang Yuqing said softly: "Grow it, plant more spiritual rice, exchange some spiritual stones to assist in cultivation, and sooner or later, you will be able to break through the middle stage of Qi refining."

Ge Hun nodded, and said, "That's right! Fellow Daoist Yuqing, let's see my little Ganlin fight!"

The cyan mana swayed out from his white left hand, condensed into rain and mist, and covered a spiritual field in an instant, and swayed down the misty raindrops full of aura.

"Okay! Fellow Daoist's hand has almost entered the realm of entering the room. Every drop of rain contains equal spiritual energy, which greatly reduces the loss!"

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Yuqing's Little Vajra Mantra is also well-known. After a while, I'll ask you to help get rid of the bugs!"

"Naturally!"

A meal of business bragging ended a day's work.

Zhang Yuqing rubbed his arms and shoulders, and went back to the cave to meditate and adjust his breathing.

It's not that his limbs are really sore. A practitioner is well-versed in everything and has a strong body. It will not damage the body just by casting spells.

It's just that after putting down dozens of spells a day, I always feel my arm is stiff.

Another twenty days later, the steward who came to the Li family issued a notice that the rent will increase by [-]% this year.

All the tenants this year can only keep [-]% of the Lingmi for their own use, and turn in the rest.

Many tenants were in an uproar, all of them looked sad, and even Ge Hun, who was wise by nature, no longer smiled as before, and sighed all day long.

On the contrary, Zhang Yuqing didn't care, and continued to rain, remove insects, and plow the soil as if he didn't know it, day after day.

Because in another month, the golden light will be fully charged!
Soon, a month is gone in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Zhang Yuqing entrusted Ge Hun in advance to help take care of his few acres of spiritual fields for a few days, and he needed to retreat for a period of time.

Afterwards, he immersed his mind in the sea of ​​consciousness, gathering on that piece of golden light that was so thick that it almost turned into substance.

With Zhang Yuqing's mental thought, the golden light suddenly lit up as if stimulated, and a huge suction suddenly hit!

Before he could react, his consciousness was plunged into darkness!

The next moment, a huge aura hit like a sea tide!
Zhang Yuqing opened his eyes suddenly, and the strong wind whizzed past him.

There was a huge city in front of him, there seemed to be countless people staring at him, and there were chaotic exclamations one after another.

"There is someone in the sky?!"

"Could it be that a fairy came to the world?"

"He's flying!!"

'I'm flying? Zhang Yuqing regained consciousness, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat!
His current position is hanging high in the sky, and he is falling downwards at an extremely fast speed! !
Although he is a cultivator, if he fell, he would be killed on the spot! !

At the critical juncture, Zhang Yuqing almost devoted himself to the hurdle in the mid-stage of Qi refining, almost as if he was blessed with his soul.

The huge spiritual energy that came from nowhere is like an arm, and it wanders crazily along the meridians and acupoints, and there is no sense of obscurity and bluntness in the places it passes! !

The aura on his body was exuberant to the extreme, followed by a crisp 'boo' sound that seemed to be absent.

Mid-term breakthrough in gas refining!

"Sword come!"

In mid-air, Zhang Yuqing yelled loudly!
A pocket-shaped navy blue sword came out of its sheath and flew out of his arms, rapidly growing in size, getting bigger! !
Jian Guang floated to his feet, firmly caught Zhang Yuqing who was falling rapidly, and then suspended in the air under his control, standing still.

(End of this chapter)