Vol 4 Chapter 122: Refining

In the bamboo garden, Xiao Chen moved forward, and one day could pass in the blink of an eye, but at this moment, Xiao Chen felt that it had become extremely long and his feet were heavy. It seemed that every step up and down took all the strength to do. (August Yi? Novel Network W>W]W). 81ZW.COM's body has long been numb, can't feel the pain caused by the wound, and gradually loses control of the limbs, and now it is just driven by an instinct.
With blurred mind and confusion, Xiao Chen stopped, shaking his body.
The limit.
Even if he took another step, his body that was already on the verge of collapse would crash to the ground. At that time, Xiao Chen couldn't guarantee that he could still maintain only a trace of sobriety in his mind. If he fell into darkness, it would represent the end of life.
got windy.
The bamboo sticks, bamboo leaves and bamboo poles rattled, and Xiao Chen slowly lifted it up. It was just such a simple action that he was extremely difficult to do at this moment. A slightly illusory figure appeared in front of him, it was the bamboo burial.
"You won." He spoke briefly, calmly, with a gentle gaze. At this moment, she said, why? "
Simple, straightforward and clean.
After speaking, the figure suddenly disappeared and turned into a sky full of spiritual light.
The blood awn of a blood-veined seed the size of a walnut flashed into Xiao Chen's body. At the same time, the vast and endless bamboo forest trembled suddenly, and then quickly withered and died. The wind turned into ashes and drifted away, disappearing.
The space trembled, and eventually the pieces shattered and disappeared.
The flesh body was on the verge of collapse. At this moment, there was a sudden tremor, and Juanjuan's spiritual power emerged from the dantian, and then turned into a surging wave that swept every flesh and blood along the meridian.
Like a long drought and the rain, the body is sour and numb, and it is endlessly refreshing. This is a feeling of suddenly rising from a desperate place to heaven, which makes Xiao Chen close his eyes unconsciously, and his body trembles.
The flesh and blood returned to plump, the wound was scarred and shedding, a black and bright head was shaved off his shoulders, and the dirt was instantly shaken and scattered and dispersed.
After a short while, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, his eyes calmed, and now he looked forward, and the clouds and mist in front of him slowly dispersed. A green bamboo stood still, bamboo leaves rustling, and under the bamboo there was an unknown flower with blood red color. There are rattans entwined with bamboo poles, and the two are interdependent.
Xiao Chen's gaze was slightly condensed and slightly complicated. At this moment, he sighed slightly, "If I have the opportunity, I will complete the entrustment." After saying this, he held his fist at the bamboo flower, and then the light flashed slightly, and a dark stone appeared in his hand. The next moment, Xiao Chen's figure disappeared instantly.
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Left eyebrow dojo.
Xiao Chen's figure appeared in the courtyard, Ganoderma lucidum was not there, but at this moment he couldn't wait, and walked straight to the house. Obtaining the bamboo burial blood seed, Xiao Chen did not leave the funeral garden, but went directly into the Zuo Brow Dojo, trying his best to refine the blood and blend it into his body.
He closed the door with his backhand, Xiao Chen's expression was solemn, his hand whistling and coming and going into the void around the room, forming a mysterious and obscure prohibition to protect him tightly, and then he sat cross-legged on the ground, with a pensive expression on his face. Refining the bamboo burial bloodline seeds must take a long time. As a foreign monk, it is even more difficult for Xiao Chen to refining, but with the left eyebrow dojo in his hands, this problem can be easily solved. Thirty times the time gap allows him to have enough time.
After a while, Xiao Chen backhanded out an hourglass timing magic weapon. At this moment, thirteen blanks were exposed on it, and a little bit of Lingsha was dripping downward with its slowness. After thinking a little bit, Xiao Chen took out a blank jade slip with his backhand, leaving a message and throwing it out.
"There are still seventy-seven days. Seventy-seven months in the Zuomei Dojo, or seven years and five months, should be enough time, but even so, you must not slack off and complete the refining!"
There was a firm color in Xiao Chen's eyes, and he slowly closed his eyes. When his mind was calm, he instantly pinched the magic formula with his hands and placed it at his dantian. The mana in his body suddenly turned into an endless wave and swallowed the blood seeds at that chest.
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Day by day, Xiao Chen began to retreat for the longest time since he entered the monk. For seven years, the door of the room was closed tightly. If it weren’t for the restraint to sense the faint breath of the Young Master, I’m afraid that Lingzhi would have been unable to hold back and break in. check it out.
In the first two years, the mana in the room fluctuated like a tide, and the sound of the stormy waves could be heard for a long time, just like the tide, and the momentum was shocking.
In three or four years, the voice gradually became lower, but it became denser, rumbling like a beast.
In five or six years, it gradually became inaudible, like a spring rain moistening things, and it seemed to have come to an end, but after waiting for a long time, the young palace master still did not leave.
Now, it is the end of the seventh year. The room was quiet and silent, Ganoderma stood quietly in front of the main gate of Shao Gong. Although he could not be seen, he could sense his breath, and he would feel inexplicably at ease.
"Actually, being able to accompany the Young Palace Master every day like this is also an excellent thing, but seven years have passed, and the deadline in the Young Palace Master’s message will be reached in May. If the Young Palace Master has not yet After leaving the customs, Lingzhi will go in and wake him up."
Ganoderma lucidum pursed her lips, her teeth revealed, and she suddenly felt a little stunned in her heart.
Will the Young Palace Master leave again in five months?
After a while, this girl chuckled and shook her head. She was still too greedy. What could be the dissatisfaction of being able to stay with the Young Palace Master quietly for seven years?
Ganoderma got up, his figure suddenly disappeared and merged into the flower garden in the corner of the small courtyard. One of the Ganoderma lucidum grew quietly, with a little sweetness, filling the space.
In May time, like a shuttle sliding down from the fingertips, on this day, it was the last time, Ganoderma stood outside the door, showing hesitation on her face, but still a little bit of groaning, she wanted to push the door open. After all, the Young Sect Master asked her in the jade slip, anyway, he must be awakened before today.
But at this moment, the little girl hadn't exerted any force yet, and the door had already opened.
He wore a blue shirt, his complexion was warm, and his dark eyes gleamed with a calm and calm color. Although there was no breath leaking in the body, there was a demeanor bursting out of the surroundings, which made people feel at ease.
"The slave servant has seen the Young Palace Master!" Ganoderma lucidum's pretty face showed joy, and at this moment he bowed down.
Xiao Chen chuckled slightly. Although he was in retreat, he could detect the little girl's breath outside the courtyard occasionally. During his retreat in the room, Ganoderma lucidum had never left for a while, which naturally made Xiao Chen's heart warm. At this moment, he waved his hand slightly to stop Ganoderma lucidum from bowing down, and laughed: "Ganoderma lucidum does not need to be so polite to me in the future. If you wish, you will call me Xiao Chen, Brother Xiao Chen, who is always called by Young Palace Master.
Ganoderma was even more happy when he heard the words. He bowed his head slightly, and opened his mouth like a mosquito and flies. With the words of Big Brother Xiao Chen, his face was flushed with red clouds.
Xiao Chen chuckled and nodded. At this moment, he pondered slightly, and said, "Ganoderma, how long has it been since my retreat today?" After the hourglass entered the left eyebrow dojo, he could no longer use it. How long had passed since this moment was not clear to him. .
Ganoderma chuckled softly when he heard the words, "Brother Xiao Chen also said that you spent the entire retreat on April 29th, seven years. This is the last day. If you don't come out again, I will open the door and wake you up. Up."
Xiao Chen was dumbfounded when he heard the words, and then slowly shook his head. It turned out that more than seven years had passed. As the saying goes, there is no time for Taoist cultivation, but Xiao Chen has this feeling in his heart. After all, he hasn't experienced practice retreat for dozens or hundreds of years after he set foot on the Taoist path, and he is still a little uncomfortable with this. Although I had a hunch in my heart that it would take a long time to refine the blood of the bamboo burial, but it took seven years, which was far beyond Xiao Chen's expectations.
When the refining began, the bloodline seed was extremely stubborn and resisted desperately. Xiao Chen was afraid of destroying it and did not dare to do his best, so he could only suppress it with his magic power and slowly refine it. I don't know how long it will take to complete the initial refining and integrate one of the pure blood power into one's body. However, the integration of this bloodline wanted to swallow Xiao Chen's own bloodline to dominate. If it was true, the bloodline in Xiao Chen's body would be completely changed and become a real Ji clan, but Xiao Chen couldn't accept this result! He was born in the Xiao family of Zhao Guo. Although the blood in his body is not unusual, he is inherited from his ancestors. How can he be swallowed like this. Therefore, Xiao Chen began to suppress the Ji family bloodline, urging his own bloodline to circulate and swallow it. Although the two are still blending together, it is dominated by Xiao Chen's own blood and supplemented by Ji's blood. This kind of process is undoubtedly extremely slow, and the Ji family's blood is extremely arrogant, and it actually took seven years to complete the complete integration in the tug of war.
Even so, Xiao Chen was still extremely satisfied in his heart. He also gained great benefits from the integration of the Ji family's blood. Thinking of this, he couldn't help showing some satisfaction on his face.
But at this moment, Xiao Chen's complexion suddenly changed. On the first day of the left eyebrow dojo in the outside world, it was the last day of May at this moment. Wasn't it the time of the last sunset day of the March period?
"Ganoderma, I am anxious to take one step ahead."
After that, Xiao Chen took a step forward, and disappeared.