Quick Transmigration: Sword Master's Thousand-Layer Routine

Chapter 8
The moment Mingying's figure was completely blocked by the tree, Wangchen released his consciousness.

With a keen sense of consciousness, he easily found the wooden sign with crooked writing and the paint hadn't dried out among a pile of wooden signs.

Although the words "peace and joy" are not neat, they are clearly visible.

Who is this praying for?
Is it him, or the original body?
There was a crack in the wooden sign in the palm, and the invisible wind wrapped the crooked wooden sign and fell into his hand.

Wangchen wanted to destroy it at first, but in the end he put it into his storage bag by accident.

The cracked wooden sign in the palm was repaired, and then hung high on the branch.

When Wangchen walked over, Mingying was still looking at the wooden sign hanging on the lower branch.

Except those seeking marriage, and the vows between lovers, most of the remaining wooden plaques are for blessing.

After finishing these, Wangchen took Mingying straight to Yuncheng.

Since he was participating in the martial art competition, Wangchen couldn't be alone.

As a disciple of the Vientiane Temple, he is also responsible for leading the Buddhist practice under his door.

Aware of the tacit understanding before, he left the team and went to Daoxiang Village. Now that the troubles have been solved, he naturally went to find the Buddhist cultivator under his sect.

And now, this group of Buddhist cultivators have arrived in Yuncheng.

Yuncheng is not as good as Langcheng, it is just a small city, and it is managed under the Piaomiao sect.

Even if there are monsters pulling the cart, it will take half a month from Langcheng to Yuncheng.

During this period, Mingying was practiced by Wangchen according to this practice, excluding the time for sleeping and eating, only practice was left in her life.

Practicing swords during the day and meditating at night.

In just half a month, Mingying felt that her sword skills had improved by leaps and bounds.

She used to run with one step and three breaths, but now she can chase wild wolves for thousands of meters, and hunt pheasants and rabbits nimbly, bringing some disturbances to her boring life.

Although Wangchen is a vegetarian, he was really good at cooking back then. Mingying sometimes watched the other party skillfully clean the blood by the river, and disemboweled rabbits, and she doubted whether he was a Buddhist cultivator.

Otherwise, how did these things go so smoothly?

Diligent cultivation has paid off, and by the time he arrived in Yuncheng, Yuan Kefei had changed from a rookie who introduced qi into his body to a rookie on the second floor of the Qi training period.

It's just that Mingying didn't expect that when they approached Yuncheng, they would encounter heavy rain.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the small carriage couldn't stop the storm at all, but fortunately, they soon saw the thatched cottage not far away.

The thatched hut was a bit dilapidated, and there were several places in the house where the rain was leaking, and the thick dust indicated that its owner had left long ago.

At this time, the benefits of Mutian Linggen are manifested.

The hole where the rain leaked was quickly covered by the green plants spawned by Mingying, which firmly blocked other rainwater.

Even if she only has the cultivation base of the Qi refining stage, the cultivation speed brought by the Tianlinggen can allow her to quickly replenish her spiritual energy.

Waiting for the rain to be blocked, Mingying performed a dedusting technique, and the house became clean.

Even the horses live in the tree and rattan shed that Mingying temporarily built.

A large part of the food bought in Lang City has been eaten, and there is not much left.

Wangchen didn't take part in cleaning the house, this was just a training for Mingying who was new to spells.

After making sure that the stable was protected from wind and rain, Mingying slipped into the house.

The thatched hut was empty, the extra things had been thrown out long ago, and there was only a bonfire built by Wangchen in the middle of the room.

By the way, there is also a round pot propped up by wood, where steaming porridge is cooked.

Every time she sees this "pot", Mingying feels a little emotional.

Some things in the world of cultivating immortals are really miraculous. For example, the pot for cooking rice has been used for half a month, and it still maintains its original color.

The gleaming golden incantation is engraved on the side of the bowl, clearly visible, exactly the same as when it was just taken out.

This pot is still a thing of Wangchen. It is said that it cannot cook meat, and there are no shortcomings other than that.

Moreover, it can be enlarged or reduced with a little spell, which is very convenient to carry.

Seeing Ming Ying coming in, Wangchen handed her the porridge: "It's just in time, the porridge is already cooked, try and see how it tastes."

The clothes on his body became dry under the effect of the water condensation technique, and the steaming porridge instantly dispelled the cold air.

——It’s sweet purple potato porridge.

"It's delicious!" After quickly showing off the first bowl, she was about to order another bowl when she heard Wangchen say: "You have eaten a lot of pastries before, and you will accumulate food if you have another bowl."

Rubbing her stomach, Mingying looked at Wangchen eagerly: "Wangchen, is there any magic that helps digestion?"

Wang Chen naturally knew the other party's intentions, so he shook his head mercilessly: "No."

Accumulated food is indeed not very good, Mingying can only give up her plan to have another bowl.

With her head propped up, she looked outside the house, where the rain was pouring down the roof.

It seems that the sound of rain can easily hypnotize... Thinking of this, Mingying yawned, resting her chin on her hands, and closed her eyes.

Seeing that she was about to fall, an invisible black mist suddenly appeared, supporting her like a cloud and wrapping her inside.

If Mingying was awake, she would be able to tell at a glance that the black mist was exactly the same as the devilish energy in the snake monster's cave.

Sitting on the other side, Wangchen got up slowly, walked to Mingying's side, and hugged her into his arms.

This half month of practice has made her lose a little bit of weight, and this weight falls on her legs without any pressure.

About to smell the familiar fragrance of lotus, the sleeping girl moved a little towards him, and her soft breath hit the lower abdomen, making the originally stable demon energy agitated.

The spiritual roots were fused very well, but in just half a month, she had reached the second level of Qi Refining.

The same is Tianlinggen, he has so many years of accumulated experience from his original body, and it took him five years to break through Qi refining and enter the foundation building.

And according to Mingying's certain cultivation progress, without any accidents, she may enter the foundation establishment in three years.

Wang Chen never thought of letting him take elixirs, or heavenly talents and earthly treasures.

Practice is down-to-earth, one step at a time, only when the foundation is laid, can there be no accidents.

If it is not for special circumstances, taking shortcuts is undoubtedly a dead end.

But thinking of Tiandi's preference for Mingying this time, Wangchen only feels happy.

In this way, she can only soar up here.

Her original time and space could not accept the existence of monks, so she could only stay here until she could crush the void and have enough strength to contend with the heavens in that world.

And for such a long time, only he can be by her side.

Wangchen leaned over and waved away the devilish energy that had climbed up at some point, and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

Very light, very light, suppressing my emotions, an extremely gentle kiss.

"Aying, hurry up and fall in love with me..."

He has no self-control over her, but he can't wait long.

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(End of this chapter)