Quick Transmigration: Sword Master's Thousand-Layer Routine

Chapter 5 The Root of Life, Her Longevity
When she reached the top of the mountain, Mingying felt her body was hollowed out.

There happened to be a platform on the top of the mountain, just on the edge of the cliff, surrounded by a few sparse peach blossom trees.

While leaning against the tree to breathe, Mingying saw the sun slowly emerging on the horizon not far away.

The rising sun's light is not dazzling, under the cover of clouds, it radiates its own light bit by bit.

The golden light reminded Mingying of Wangchen's eyes that were as dazzling as the sun.

A faint fragrance of lotus surrounded her, and Mingying caught a glimpse of Wangchen who was beside her at some time from the corner of her eye, and a feeling of uneasiness welled up in her heart.

With a bald head as obvious as the sun, he said: "Let's swing the sword three thousand times today."

Mingying, who hadn't recovered yet, held her breath in her chest: "What... what three thousand times?"

"Swing the sword three thousand times," Wangchen repeated, and added in passing: "Just use the Chunhui sword in your hand."

Compared with knowing the name of this sword is Chunhui Sword, Mingying cares more about the three thousand times of swinging the sword.

Why is it so hard to cultivate immortals?

She wanted to stand up, but in the end: "Wang Chen, how do you swing your sword?"

Don't look at the handsome posture when killing the snake demon, it's all the automatic attack of Chunhui sword.

She is just a sword bearer, she really doesn't know anything about swordsmanship.

Wangchen walked over.

Mingying was about to hand him the sword, but she didn't expect him to hold her hand directly, and began to teach her with her hand.

The Chunhui sword cut across the air, made a buzzing sound, and quickly returned to the original place.

The lotus fragrance that was close at hand dispersed, and the red-faced Ming Mingying started the training task of swinging the sword three thousand times.

There is no fully automatic Chunhui sword with its own weight, and every swing of the sword consumes energy.

Wangchen didn't go crazy and didn't want people to stop, but instead let Mingying take a break at the right time.

The lunch was picked by Wangchen himself, and by the time Mingying finished training, it was already sunset.

Mingying, who was so tired, didn't care about the stinky sweat, and found a clean big stone and lay down like that.

She intended to take a breather, but as soon as she lay down on the warm stone slab behind her, her will weakened, and her eyelids began to twitch.

Before I knew it, I fell into dreamland.

It was warm at first, but at some point, the surroundings became icy cold.

Something wrapped her up, like being soaked in cold and sticky sea water. She wanted to struggle, but found she couldn't move.

There was something heavy on her body, and she was forced to bear it all, and it was even difficult for her to breathe.

Mingying struggled subconsciously, finally opened her eyes, but saw the sky full of stars.

She sat up slowly, and found that she was still lying on the original stone slab, the surrounding was still so hot, and the Spring Return Sword was at hand.

And the body was covered with a thick black cloak, and the fragrance of the lotus told who its owner was.

There is nothing strange about the body either.

...is a dream...

Heaving a sigh of relief, she looked around and saw the shiny brain on the edge of the cliff at a glance.

Ah, Wangchen's bald head is really eye-catching!
After packing up the cloak, Mingying got up and walked towards the other party.

While walking, the red marks on the back of the neck and ankles were faintly visible between the light clothes, but unfortunately the person involved was not aware of it.

"Wangchen, here are your cloaks." Mingying handed the folded cloak to Wangchen.

The other party took it, but didn't put it away, but put it back on her body.

"It's windy at night, don't catch a cold."

Obviously Wangchen's hand didn't touch anyone, and they were even some distance away, but it gave people an inexplicable feeling of intimacy.

Mingying fastened the belt awkwardly, and then heard Wang Chen say: "How about I teach you how to practice tonight?"

"?" Mingying raised her head abruptly, meeting those golden eyes, she was surprised: "Isn't that during the day practicing?"

The man in front of her smiled, and covered her eyes with his hand: "It's the same in the daytime, but I'll teach you another one now, just close your eyes."

Although puzzled, Mingying obediently closed her eyes.

Deprived of sight, other senses are sharpened.

The whistling wind, the sound of leaves falling to the ground, and the cries of grasshoppers intertwined together, but soon, a warm and soft green light suddenly enveloped her, and everything became quiet.

All kinds of light particles appeared in the line of sight, and then the green light particles flew towards her and merged into the green light particles that surrounded her.

At that moment, Mingying seemed to have awakened her instincts, she kept absorbing the green light particles around her, and the green light surrounding her guided the light particles to be stored along the veins to the lower abdomen.

Every time a particle of light enters, it is a bone-crushing pain, but it will be healed by the green light soon, and when the green light disappears, Mingying opens her eyes.

The stench that came to his face disappeared with a wave of Wangchen's hand, and his tone was sincere: "Congratulations, Mingying, you have succeeded in drawing the Qi into the body, cleansing the tendons and cutting the marrow, and officially entered the fairy road."

Mingying guided the green light particles collected just now, looking at the tender green vines formed on her fingertips, she was a little confused: "Am I the wood spirit root?"

"Yes, Mu Tian Linggen is the same as me." He looked extremely excited, but his face looked so pale: "In this case, you can continue to use the Spring Return Sword."

Mingying didn't know exactly what Tianlinggen was, but she could feel the green light particles that she felt at the beginning would automatically enter her body.

At the same time, the Chunhui sword that has been held by hand can also move at will.

It stands to reason that she can cultivate immortality, she should be happy.

But this spiritual root is exactly the same as Wangchen, and his pale face makes her uneasy even more.

But Wangchen quickly stuffed a bracelet into her hand: "The storage space can be used when the aura can be mobilized, and there are some books related to cultivating immortals, Mingying, you can read it slowly when you have time."

"I..." Mingying wanted to say something, but Wangchen interrupted her again: "It's very late, I'll take you back to rest, we will practice again tomorrow."

Before she could refuse, he sent her back down the mountain with a wave of his hand.

Wangchen who stayed in place finally couldn't help panting after the surroundings became quiet again.

Bright red blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and soon dyed his clothes red. A black hole the size of a fist was exposed in his lower abdomen, and blood flowed from it. His complexion was even uglier than before, and even revealed a kind of grayish white that a dead person has.

Like a plant that has lost its vitality, it will soon wither.

He took out a thin piece of red gauze from the storage ring, and kissed it lightly, with an expression of madness and obsession.

"Even if you are destined not to cultivate immortals, so what? I have plenty of ways to keep you here."

"Aying, with you on the road to longevity, it should be more interesting..."

"I'm looking forward to it, what will you look like?"

　Wangchen: My daughter-in-law, of course, if it's mine, don't try to take advantage of her original body!
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