Lady Cultivator

Just after dawn, Mo Tiange was awakened by the voice next door.

She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the roof for a while before she remembered that this was the ancestral house.

The quilt smelled damp, she frowned and got up to get dressed.

Clothes are easy to wear. She has been dressing herself since she was four years old, and it is only troublesome when she braids her hair. No matter how she braids her hair, she thinks it is not as good as her mother's. Trying to control the feeling of crying, she wiped her eyes, opened the door and walked out.

In the kitchen next door, Aunt Lin was already making breakfast, Uncle He was chopping firewood in the yard, and he was doing the rough work in the house. In addition, there are a few servants who sweep the floor and those who feed the pigs feed the pigs.

Mo Tiange had just washed his face with water when he heard Aunt Lin call from the room: Hey, come here.

She turned her head and looked at Aunt Lin puzzled.

Aunt Lin held a shovel in one hand and put one hand on her hips and said, I'm calling you, come over and help me light the fire.

She glanced left and right, bowed her head and walked over.

Aunt Lin pushed her behind the stove: The one outside is on a big fire, and the one inside is on a small fire.

Mo Tiange watched Aunt Lin turn her head and buried her chopping vegetables, and ignored her at all, bit her lip, sat behind the stove and started to light the fire.

Fortunately, breakfast was prepared quickly. Aunt Lin cooked a pot of porridge, steamed or fried a few side dishes, and it was ready. She smelled the fragrance, and her empty stomach became more and more hungry.

After breakfast was ready, Aunt Lin saw her coming out from behind the stove and said, Go and wash your face before going to eat.

Mo Tiange wiped his face and found some dust, so he obediently went to the yard to get some water and wiped it again. I didn't go to the dining room until I felt clean.

This meal was still the same, she couldn't eat anything even though she was very hungry, so she ate it carelessly, and went to school with Mo Tianqiao.

Walking on the road, Mo Tianqiao said something to her enthusiastically, but she didn't hear him.

Until Mo Tianqiao pulled her sleeve and asked worriedly: Tian Ge, what's wrong with you?

Mo Tiange came back to his senses, but just shook his head.

Seeing her like this, Mo Tianqiao didn't speak for a while, the two walked for a while in silence, Mo Tianqiao hesitated to say again: Tian Ge, do you miss your mother?

Mo Tiange was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head and did not deny it.

Mo Tianqiao glanced at her, held her hand tightly again, and said seriously: Tian Ge, I know you are sad, but your mother is gone, there is no use being sad.

Although this was a clumsy consolation, Mo Tiange still smiled: Tianqiao, thank you.

Seeing her smile, Mo Tianqiao breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to say something enthusiastically. This time, Tian Ge would echo a few words.

When they arrived at the school, the two found that the master was already there, so they hurried to their seats and sat down.

Seeing them arriving late, Mo Tianjun made a face in his place, Mo Tianqiao stared back not to be outdone.

Cough! The old master coughed, and all the students immediately fell silent.

Have you copied 'Chu Zedi'?

All the students took out the copied textbooks one after another, spread them out on the table, and waited for the teacher to check them.

The old master glanced around, saw Mo Tiange who had nothing on the table, and said, Tiange, have you recovered from the injury?

Mo Tiange stood up quickly: Master, I'm ready, I'll make up my homework tomorrow.

The old master nodded: Well, you haven't been to school for a few days, so you must have missed your homework. Today you only check your dictation. Go to the books yourself, and come back to make up your homework in the afternoon.

yes.

The old master scanned it again: Those who pass the copying test can read the book by themselves.

Mo Tiange packed up his books, pens and inks, bowed to his master again, and entered the library.

She hasn't been here for a few days, and the library is still the same, but she is not in the mood to read today.

Randomly picked up a book from the bookshelf on the east, she opened the book and read,

It was actually Tianji Brief Wen that I hadn't finished that day. She suddenly remembered that dream, the words said by the voice that claimed to be the ancestor of the Mo family.

Thinking like this, she opened the book again. This book was obviously written by mortals, and there are only hearsay descriptions of the fairy tales. With a thought in her heart, she stood on the stool again and flipped through the books on the east shelf.

I flipped through each book, but there was no special content, and suddenly I found a copy of Qinglian's Notes.

Open the book, the preface of this book is the preface, the author calls himself Layman Qinglian. The preface says that he was originally a scholar in the state of Jin, but because he was full of talents, he could not reuse what he learned, so he wandered among the mountains and rivers and traveled around the world. It's a pity that I didn't achieve great success. When I was more than two hundred years old, I felt that my life was approaching, so I wrote this book and passed it on to future generations.

Mo Tiange immediately put the other books back, and took this book to the window to read.

At the beginning of the book, the Layman Qinglian told about his own background, but Mo Tiange was not interested, so he flipped through it. Later, Layman Qinglian began to talk about his experience of encountering Xianyuan.

It turned out that when he was wandering in the mountains and rivers, he had been to a place called Tianmu Mountain. The nearby residents said that the mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the colorful lights flickered from time to time, so there must be immortals. Layman Qinglian only walked on Tianmu Mountain. This mountain is really magical, with misty clouds and strange shapes of mountains and rocks. If you are in it, you will get lost unconsciously. When he lost his way, he came to a place that was suspected to be a fairy cave. In this cave, there were strange pictures and characters. He saw the magic, so he copied it down, and after leaving the mountain, he realized the magic of immortality from it.

In the back, Layman Qinglian has already practiced the immortal method, and he only feels that his ears are clear and his mind is sharp. Slowly, immortal energy appears in his body, and he can hit objects in the air, invulnerable to swords and guns. So far, he is already stronger than the most powerful warrior in the world.

He practiced immortality for himself, and didn't know the origin of this immortality. Later, he met other people who practiced immortality by accident, and then he realized that there are many people like him in the world. They have their own world, called the world of cultivating immortals, and these people are also called monks.

Mo Tiange thought about it again, his ancestors did say the word monk, it seems that what this Lay Qinglian said is indeed true.

After Layman Qinglian learned about the world of cultivating immortals, she met other monks and gradually learned some common sense about cultivating immortals.

In the distant ancient times, when the gods were still in the world, spiritual energy was abundant and spiritual things were everywhere. There were many monks with great supernatural powers, and there were also many powerful spirit beasts, as well as monsters and demons with strange powers. There were often monks or spirit beasts who cultivated into fairies, and there were also demon cultivators and monsters who cultivated into demons. But for some unknown reason, a great war suddenly broke out between the heaven and the earth. Immortals, humans, and beasts died a lot.

After the ancient times, is the ancient times. In ancient times, the realms of gods, spirits, demons and demons were separated, leaving the human world to unenlightened humans and beasts. At this time, the human world still has an aura and environment not inferior to that of the ancient times, and there are many sects. It is the heyday of human beings, and many exercises and magic weapons have been created. It has been peaceful for hundreds of thousands of years, good and evil fight, demon spirits join the battle, mountains and seas are moved, mortals are almost extinct, and it has gradually become what it is now.

Hundreds of thousands of years later, monks with great supernatural powers disappeared, high-level spirit beasts also disappeared, spiritual energy began to become thinner, many spiritual creatures became extinct, and immortal cultivators began to break away from the secular world and no longer live together with mortals.

In today's world of cultivating immortals, sects of cultivating immortals have been established in places with abundant aura, far away from the secular world, and only when choosing disciples will they come among ordinary people.

As for mortals, no one can cultivate immortality anymore. Only those who have spiritual roots and can retain spiritual energy in their bodies can cultivate immortality. Among mortals, there is no spiritual root in a million. Only the descendants of immortal cultivators have a greatly increased chance of appearing spiritual roots.

The body is divided into two poles, and the spirit belongs to the five elements, which means that the constitution has the attributes of yin and yang, and the aura has the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. A normal person's physique is all mixed with yin and yang. When practicing, they will repel each other. However, spiritual roots, the five elements are mutually generated and restrained.

In the world of cultivating immortals, three spiritual roots and four spiritual roots are the majority. The cultivation of the three spiritual roots is not too slow, but generally they cannot become great weapons. The four spiritual roots and the five spiritual roots are poor spiritual roots. Layman Qinglian herself has four spiritual roots and has no chance, so she has been unable to build a foundation.

And above three spiritual roots, double spiritual roots will no longer be dragged down by aptitude. In addition, there is also a kind of abnormal spiritual root with five elements, and the cultivation speed is not inferior to a monk with a single spiritual root.

However, just having spiritual roots is not omnipotent, and the practice of immortality also involves understanding and heart. If the spiritual root is a little weak, if the comprehension is excellent, the speed will not be much slower, and the breakthrough of the realm is related to the heart, the heart is firm, and the breakthrough will not be trapped by the state of mind. But all of this is based on the foundation of the spiritual root. If the spiritual root is too poor, then no matter how good the understanding and character are, it will be useless.

Mo Tiange remembered what her ancestors said, she has a pure yin physique and dual spiritual roots, so her cultivation speed is no slower than that of a monk with a single spiritual root. However, the ancestors said that she has the spiritual roots of the five elements. This is the worst spiritual root that Lay Qinglian said, and generally she will not have any great prospects.

She was a little depressed. Although she didn't think deeply about what happened that day, she knew that her spiritual root was not good, so she was still not very happy.

Tiange, what are you looking at?

It turned out that Mo Tianqiao pushed the door open and came in.

Mo Tiange closed the book and said to her, Tianqiao, have you passed the test?

Mo Tianqiao had a happy face: Yes, I copied all night yesterday, and finally passed the test.

Then what book do you want to read, I'll help you find it.

Mo Tianqiao reached out and took hers and flipped through two pages. Not very interested, he handed it back to her: You can read it yourself, I'll take a look at it casually.

okay.

Seeing Mo Tianqiao going back and forth among the bookshelves, Mo Tiange looked at the book in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and stuffed it into his schoolbag.