Fantasy World Card Longevity

Chapter 1 Am I going to be the master now?
"Apprentice, this is our sect's gate-restraining skill, the Spirit Fire Jue. I will pass it on to you as a master today. After you leave as a master, you will be the head of my Spirit Fire Sect. I hope you can have great success in the future." Success, carry forward my Spiritual Fire Sect."

In a quiet room, sitting on a yellow cloth futon was an old man who was getting old. The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, and took out a book that looked a little worn out from his arms, and solemnly handed over the matter to him. It was given to a boy in front of him.

The young man, oh no, Zhong Ci, looked at the book handed to him, his eyes twitched, then turned to look at the old man, and said with a serious face: "Master, my disciple is still young and has shallow cultivation. If you can't afford the position of leader, please ask Master to take back the skills. Our Linghuo Sect has to rely on you, Master, to survive."

This is not an excuse, but the truth.

Spirit Fire Sect, a small sect in Cangshui County, Cangzhou, southeast of Nanli Shenzhou, there are two masters and apprentices in the sect, the sect resides in a courtyard in the mountains, a copy of the spirit fire formula, the founder of the sect Xuan Yangzi is He is a monk at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

As for the current head, Feng Yong, his master, that is, the old man in front of Zhong Ci, who is at the second level of Qi Refining, is the top master of the Spirit Fire Sect, and his strength is ranked among the top within dozens of miles around. , is the pillar of the spirit fire gate.

As for Zhong Ci, although he had cultivated true qi in his body, he hadn't broken through his acupoints, and he hadn't even reached the first level of Qi refining. If he was asked to take over as the head, he might lose his life in the end.

Although the Spirit Fire Sect is small, there are good things in the sect, which are not something that a mediocre monk like him can enjoy.

"Bastard, you are my Feng Yong's disciple, the disciple I personally selected, possessing the spiritual root of the fire element, the aptitude I have only seen in my life, even the patriarch I sent is not as good as you in the records of the classics, how can you be so timid?" " Feng Yong was so angry that his brows trembled, he scolded Zhong Ci, and then his tone softened, and he said earnestly.

"Now the deadline for being a master is approaching, and I will go to immortality in a few days. Apart from me, you are the only disciple left in this sect. If you don't become the head of the Spirit Fire Sect, who will you let?"

Zhong Ci was touched in his heart. Three months ago, he had just passed through this world. He was lonely and had no choice but to wander the streets and live a life of begging.It was the old man in front of him, his master Feng Yong, who brought him back to the Spirit Fire Sect, took him in as a disciple, and devoted himself to nurturing him, allowing him to live a monk's life of refining Qi and meditating without worrying about food and clothing.

Feng Yong's kindness to him was engraved in Zhong Ci's heart and he was grateful.

Seeing Feng Yong's old face, Zhong Ci knew that the end of this loving master was approaching, and the only thought in his heart was to pass on the Spirit Fire Sect and not go against his wish, and said, "Master, stop talking , the apprentice just agrees."

"Okay, that's good, apprentice, your aptitude is ten times better than that of a teacher, and you are expected to build a foundation in the future, and you will be able to carry forward our school." Feng Yong laughed, as if he had fulfilled some wish, and then his eyes closed. Close it slowly, with your head lowered, and no more words.

Zhong Ci saw this appearance, the monk's intuition sensitively sensed the gradually fading vitality on Feng Yong's body, realized what it was, suddenly felt a little empty in his heart, and a sense of sadness welled up in his heart.

"Master..."

Zhong Ci stretched out his hand to feel Feng Yong's pulse, and the meridians that should have been beating had stopped.

The only person close to me in this world died like this.

Always a little stunned.

For some reason, although he had watched many TV shows on Earth before, after the death of a relative or someone close to him, he immediately cried bitterly, as if he wanted to go with him.But he only felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost something. He felt a sense of emptiness and sadness, but it was impossible to talk about crying.

Maybe it's because the love hasn't reached the deepest yet, after all, I've only known Master for three months.

"Ugh!"

Thousands of words, finally turned into a sigh.

Feng Yong passed away, and now only Zhong Ci is left in the Linghuo Sect, and he has also been promoted to the leader of the faction logically.

The first thing for Zhong Ci to succeed as the head of the sect was not to open up the sect and recruit disciples.Nor is it retreating and meditating to break through cultivation.Instead, Feng Yong was found to be buried in a place where Feng Shui was not considered good, but it was not considered bad either.

He did not invite some fellow Taoists Feng Yong had made friends with in the past to attend the funeral. Now is a special period, and the news of Feng Yong's death must be concealed, at least within these few months.

Just like what he thought when he refused Feng Yong to take over as the head of the sect, because he is a low-level cultivator who is not even a first-level Qi Refiner, he cannot keep the Spirit Fire Art and some treasures that have been collected in the Spirit Fire Sect over the years.

If the news of Feng Yong's resignation spreads, it is hard to guarantee that some monks with evil thoughts will come to the Spirit Fire Sect to kill people and seize treasures.

As for him, a newcomer who has not yet started to cultivate, as long as a monk at the first level of Qi refining comes, his life can be killed.

"The road is difficult!"

In the quiet room where he was practicing, Zhong Ci looked at some items spread out in front of him and couldn't help sighing.

In front of his eyes, a piece of blue cloth was spread out on the ground, on which were placed a book, three jade bottles, a bronze mirror, six green lotus plants, and 73 spirit stones. All the belongings.

The book is the Spirit Fire Jue. Each of the three jade bottles contains ten pills of true energy. The bronze mirror is a magic weapon with the ability to suppress and absorb. Green lotus grass is an important medicinal material for refining true energy pills. Needless to say, money in the cultivation world can also be used for cultivation.

Although it seems that there are not many things and it is very shabby, but for some casual cultivators, it is already rich.

You must know that among the many casual cultivators around the Spirit Fire Gate, most of the cultivators do not have ten spirit stones in all their belongings.

In this comparison, the difference comes out.

Therefore, Zhong Ci could not help but worry that someone would come to Linghuo Gate to kill people and seize the treasure after learning that his master was dead.

"Now the Spirit Fire Sect can't stay any longer. With the death of Master, the Spirit Fire Sect doesn't have a master who can hold the field. Sooner or later, it will attract the coveted hearts of others. With my current strength, I can't keep the Spirit Fire Sect at all. You can't keep these treasures in front of you, you have to make plans early." Zhong Ci looked worried, thinking of his uncertain future, he couldn't help but feel at a loss.

Ever since he came to this world, got to know Feng Yong, and came into contact with the mysterious world of cultivating immortals, a longing for the Dao of Longevity has been born in his heart, and he has long been unwilling to die in such a mediocre way.

He has a heart that is not willing to be ordinary.

But the reality is very cruel. Now he is facing a difficult situation. His master has passed away, the sect is in decline, powerful enemies are looking around, and his own strength is not good enough. If he wants to carry forward the sect, it can be called the beginning of hell.

Faced with such a situation, Zhong Ci quickly came up with a solution. "Run, you have to run, trees move to death, people move to live, as long as I am still alive, the Spirit Fire Sect will not be counted as extinct, even if the sect's resident is lost, at worst, find a place to reopen the mountain gate, and the Spirit Fire Sect will rise again " Zhong Ci sat cross-legged, looked at a screen in front of him, on which was written a big word of Dao, and muttered in his mouth.

"But there is no need to run so fast. The news of Master's death has not spread at the moment. It should be able to hide it for a few months. It is safe during this period. You can stay and practice for a while. If you can break through the refining One floor, that's even better"

No matter how you say it, the Spirit Fire Sect is also a sect. Although it is small, the sect's residence can barely be called a spiritual place.

The aura here is stronger than the outside, and it is easier to absorb the aura of heaven and earth during cultivation, and the cultivation efficiency is higher, which is a rare treasure.

This is also one of the reasons why the Spirit Fire Sect is envied and coveted by outsiders.

From now on, he will be the master of his own family. Zhong Ci's net worth is not much, so he must start to plan carefully from now on, so as to save a little bit.

After counting the Zongmen's inventory, Zhong Ci wrapped everything in blue cloth. It didn't look like much, but after putting it together, the package was bulging.

At this time, he couldn't help being a little envious of the storage bags in the immortal cultivating novels on Earth.

Cultivation is boring, but it is also joyful.

In the endless practice, Zhong Ci always felt a sense of fulfillment when he felt that his own strength was improving every moment.

Because the current situation was tense, he had to improve his cultivation as soon as possible, so Zhong Ci had to reluctantly take a true qi pill every three days to speed up the refining of spiritual qi, and lived a luxurious life of cultivation.

However, this extravagant effect is obvious. With the help of the spiritual energy provided by Zhenqi Pill, Zhong Ci's practice began to advance by leaps and bounds, as if he had hitched a ride.

In this way, Zhong Ci's long training time began.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, the world has been thousands of years.

In the blink of an eye, March has passed.

The three bottles of zhenqi pills had already been taken, and this day, when the first ray of morning light was seen in the morning sun, Zhong Ci greeted the sun and exhaled the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Blessed to the soul, there is no tribulation, as if it will happen naturally, with the opening of a certain acupoint in the body, Zhong Ci finally stepped into the beginning of self-cultivation, the first level of qi refining.

"what--"

The realm breaks through, and the cells in all parts of the body are happy, with a strong sense of comfort, and the stimulating Zhong Ci can't help but yell out to vent the pleasure.

Although it is a bit shameful, I have to admit that it is very comfortable to do so.

However, before he could be happy, suddenly, Zhong Ci felt a strong sense of devouring from the red birthmark on the center of Zhong Ci's eyebrows.

Like a vortex, all the zhenqi in his body poured into the vortex between his eyebrows. In just a short moment, the zhenqi in his body had bottomed out.

In desperation, Zhong Ci didn't care too much, and directly took the package from his side, opened it and took out the spirit stone, and absorbed the spirit energy in the spirit stone to supply the true energy swallowed by the vortex between the eyebrows.

So after a while.

The shattered spirit stone on the ground was worth 60 yuan, and the bulging package was flattened, and the strong swallowing vortex between the eyebrows slowly stopped.

call--

Zhong Ci heaved a sigh of relief, but before he could rejoice, a burst of information suddenly surged in his mind, his eyes darkened, and he passed out.

Before falling asleep, he had a thought.

"My golden finger is finally online."

(End of this chapter)