Chapter 5 Ten Thousand Years

Leaving the bamboo forest, Ling Sheng took two jade boxes and went all the way back to his humble house.

"Ha ha, 500 years of spiritual ginseng, the root of ten thousand years of immortal ginseng."

Looking at a spiritual ginseng in front of him, Ling Sheng licked the corners of his mouth, and then looked at a root next to him. His eyes were even hotter.

In the jade box lies a light golden whiskers, as thick as chopsticks and one finger long.

The root is dark in color, slightly gray in the light gold, and there is a vicissitudes of life between the gray and white, which is the traces of the years left on this ten-thousand-year-old immortal ginseng.

The light gray and white color, like the beard of old age, has been born since ancient times, after a long time, and the vicissitudes of life is cold.

"Good baby." Ling Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly and the strange light flashed.

He picked up the root, slowly put it in his mouth, and chewed it gently. A bitter taste instantly filled the tip of his tongue, and then there was endless sweetness permeate his whole body.

Ling Sheng only felt that his body was gradually hot, as if a lot of heat was emitted from his body. He couldn't help sitting cross-legged, silently transporting true qi and refining this medicinal power.

The medicinal power contained in a fairy ginseng may not be better than hundreds of years of spiritual ginseng. However, in terms of purity, it is a hundred-year-old spiritual ginseng, which is far less than the thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng.

Immortal ginseng can be integrated into the body without refining, and instantly integrate into the true qi to thicken the cultivation.

"The ten-thousand-year-old immortal ginseng lives up to its reputation. A single root is extremely precious." Ling Sheng gave a secret praise in his heart.

A few wisps of white gas rose above Ling Sheng's head, curling in the sky, like a fairy fog, seemingly spiritual.

His skin is already red and hot.

The power of ten thousand years of immortal ginseng is pure, extremely domineering, and as warm as fire. And Ling Sheng's practice of sword spirit is purely one of the ways of gold.

Fire practice real gold.

Ling Sheng only felt that the essence of gold in his body was getting more and more condensed.

The power of medicine was surging, and with the true qi, it rushed into the platinum sword elixir in one fell swoop.

Boom!

Ling Sheng's whole body shook, and the sword elixir in his body trembled slightly, and he remained motionless, and the red and hot color on his skin quickly disappeared.

The nail-sized platinum sword elixir rotated leisurely, gushing out a true air, faintly flashing, which was more than two or three times more than condensed than before.

"This root has saved me ten years of hard work." Ling Sheng was extremely amazed.

No wonder it is difficult for the scattered people to practice, and the outstanding disciples of the great school are emerging one after another, which is also a great factor.

"Oh, there is a layer of black mud on my body?"

Ling Sheng spread his hands and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw a layer of mud on his hands. He stood up and found that there was black dirt all over his body, which was smelly and smelly.

However, Ling Sheng felt that he was very strong and his body was much lighter. He was secretly surprised in his heart and could vaguely detect the reason for the matter.

When this ten thousand-year immortal ginseng thickened and cultivated, Yomo also nourished his body, blood flowed, washed the meridians and cut the marrow, and was reborn. This effect may not be achieved even by the millennium spiritual ginseng.

"It's really heartbreaking to give such a natural treasure to Su Bai to wash and practice the flying sword." Ling Sheng sighed, "The traditional flying sword pointed straight to the road, but there were many constraints. In the early stage, the practice was slow and restrained by dirty things. In fact, the steps of this heavenly treasure to wash the flying sword are also indispensable.

"I don't know how many hundred-year-old elixirs have been used so far, even the thousand-year-old elixir is afraid that there are no less than ten or eight. I'm afraid that Elder Shi saw that he was about to break through this ten-year-old immortal ginseng and gave it to help him fly his sword through the sword disaster.

Ling Sheng smiled in his heart and said, "It's just that it made me cheaper."

Under this fairy ginshave, coupled with the true qi cultivation nourished by the platinum sword elixir, Ling Sheng has had more than 30 years of Taoism. The true qi has been condensed and almost stepped into the peak of nourishing qi.

"If I can control my spirit, I can break through the sky and show sharpness." Ling Sheng thought about it and said secretly, "It's a pity that it will take a lot of effort to break through the nourishment and reach the imperial spirit. Even if there are two more immortal ginseng roots, it can only increase Taoism and promote true qi, which is not very helpful for breaking through the realm.

"Before breaking through the imperial spirit, I have to have some self-defense."

Ling Sheng stood up, suddenly stunned, and pulled out his long sword with his backhand.

A low sound came, and the red ashes kept flying, and a long sword was rusty, which was no longer like it.

Ling Sheng tried to knock slightly on the sword, and the sword collapsed, and a lot of rust flew and fell to the ground.

"So it is." Ling Sheng was stunned at first, and then suddenly realized that when he took the ginseng beard and carried the work, he had unconsciously absorbed the essence of the golden breath on the sword to supplement the true qi.

Putting the rotten rust sword aside, Ling Sheng took out a belt, on which there were more than a dozen small flying knives, about one finger long, neatly inserted into the small cloth bag on the belt.

Wo!

Ling Sheng pulled out his flying knife, shook his hand, and burst out, and pierced deeply into the willow tree 20 steps outside the window.

Ling Sheng was quite satisfied and said to himself: "This flying knife is enough to deal with ordinary people. As for the high-level people, they have to get close to the other party, be surprised, and stabbed with a flying knife in an instant. It's just that the qi refiner is quite murderous, and I don't know how to restrain it. It's really a delusion to assassinate close relatives.

This flying knife skill is not a martial art, but a skill of sword spirit. According to Ling Sheng's estimation, within 50 steps, there will be 100 out of 100, and 50 steps will lose accuracy. If it flies beyond 80 steps, the strength attached to it will inevitably exhaust and will fall dust.

In the past, Ling Sheng also used sword gas to launch a flying knife, but he could only kill people within ten steps. After 20 steps, his strength was exhausted and fell to the ground.

What's more, the strength skill of sword qi must attract true qi, but Ling Sheng did not have true qi in the past, which attracted blood qi and involved internal organs. Two or three flying knives came down, and the organs were injured internally.

Now that Lingsheng's true qi has become, although it can't break out of the body, it can nourish itself, strengthen the body, breathe leisurely and long, full of blood, and greatly improve the function of the organs. In this state, even if hundreds of flying knives are issued, it will not be a big problem.

"With a flying knife to protect the body, there is not much danger along the way. In this way, you can practice all the way, collect some metal things, absorb the breath of fine gold, and thicken your cultivation."

Ling Sheng took a flying knife and smiled, "I don't know if I can break through the imperial cultivation in one fell swoop along the way?"

"Well, it's time to find Brother Su Bai and hold a sword box for him."

Ling Sheng was refreshed and did not rest, so he put the jade box in his arms and casually tied the belt of the hidden flying knife to his waist.

After packing up a few clothes and rolling them into a burden, Ling Sheng smiled and pushed the door out.

"Before leaving, go to find Brother Heixi to say goodbye."