Longevity: Starting with Only One Life, Cultivation Depends Entirely on Survival

This is the 200th year since the older generation of Shenqiao realm monks ascended to the upper realm.

There are constantly new born monks in the Shenqiao Realm.

Although it's not much, it's still growing.

The domain lords of the four domains still maintain their transcendent status and dominate everything in the lower domain.

Two hundred years is too short, and the pattern of the lower domain is just like today and yesterday, with no changes visible.

Just like Jiang Mu selling formations day after day, there seems to be no change. In fact, he has already earned a lot of spiritual stones with high quality and low price.

Even famous.

Although there are not many advanced formations on sale, he can't bear the large quantity. Everyone in the circle of low-level monks knows that there is such a small shop at the foot of Qicai Xiamen Mountain in the Northern Territory.

It cannot be said to be a low-level monk. After all, the current tribulation monks are considered to have high-end combat capabilities.

But in the 200th year, the monks from Xiejianmen came to the mountain gate of Qicaixiamen to call for formation.

It's still the same group of monks back then.

This time they shouted even louder, as if they had succeeded in their cultivation.

The same old monk who came out of Qicaixiamen a hundred years ago also beat them up in the same way.

However, the old monk had no intention of being cruel. At most, he would seriously injure some of the monks from Xiejianmen.

Jiang Mu stood in the distance, looking at the old monk who looked familiar.

After thinking about it carefully, I suddenly remembered that this old monk was Zhou Churen's master.

Looking at his appearance, he was old and old, and his blood was drying up. Jiang Mu thought that it was not far away.

In fact, if an upper-level monk like him in the second realm of Shenqiao enters the upper realm, he may be able to find a chance of survival.

"He's dying."

Jiang Mu said.

Cao Leping frowned, "I can't see it anyway."

"I remember this person seems to be Zhou Churen's master."

"Um."

Jiang Mu nodded, "He could have gone to the upper realm."

"But this is the path he chose."

Jiang Mu remembered what the monk said that day.

Zhou Churen died in front of him. He might be far more lonely than himself, but he didn't blame anyone.

Who can blame it.

Cao Leping sighed: "Alas, at the end of my practice, I can never escape the word "fate"."

This sigh directly brought Cao Leping to a height that did not belong to him, and even Jiang Mu looked at him with admiration.

"Why are you so surprised? Lao Cao, I used to be a cultural person, right?"

"It's just that few people have the opportunity to hear my supreme speech."

Cao Leping raised his head, very proud of his words.

It's just this sentence.

Because the next second his eyes were attracted by a figure.

"Then I'm not honored."

Jiang Mu smiled.

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In the next hundred years, Cao Leping began to refine elixirs in the small courtyard in addition to observing the good qualities of the thief.

But after practicing for several years, he didn't even have half a pill that was useful to him, so he had no choice but to give up and learn the formation from Jiang Mu instead.

The master led him in. Cultivation depends on oneself. On the third day of practicing formations with Jiang Mu, Cao Leping announced his withdrawal from this door.

"Lao Kun, it's so difficult!"

Cao Leping looked up to the sky and sighed. He didn't even know how Jiang Mu had reached the level he was at now.

"Nothing but familiarity with your hands."

Jiang Mu replied.

Whether it is refining elixirs or carving formations, time is the only shortcut when talent is insufficient.

Drawing the same formation thousands of times will always succeed once.

However, Cao Leping only thought that Jiang Mu was speaking modestly.

"No wonder geniuses are called geniuses. They are far beyond what mediocre people like us can compare with."

Cao Leping continued to show off, except occasionally mentioning his own cultivation.

With Jiang Mu around, he felt carefree.

In this way, for the next three hundred years, the two of them spent a peaceful and peaceful time in such a small courtyard.

In the past three hundred years, the monks of Xiejian Sect still followed the usual practice of calling the Qicaixia Sect once every hundred years.

But every time, the same group of people were beaten to pieces and fled in panic.

After all, they are still the same monk.

Jiang Mu looked at Zhou Churen's master again and found that his energy and blood were extremely dry.

This is not just a physical change, but even the soul is weakened.

It's obviously close.

But Jiang Mu couldn't figure it out. Even if Zhou Churen's master pursued the life limit of a monk and advanced, he shouldn't be so short-lived.

Maybe there are other reasons.

Jiang Mu thought this way.

On the 600th anniversary of the ascension of the cultivators of the Lower Realm of the Divine Bridge Realm, Qicai Xiamen, the ancestor of the Divine Bridge Realm, passed away.

Many white sails were hung inside the Qicai Xiamen Mountain Gate, and a grand banquet for immortality was held.

Anyway, becoming immortal means ascending to immortality, nothing else matters.

This year, the group of monks from Xiejianmen still came to call for formation, but they heard that the original monk had become immortal.

"Dead?"

After leaving such a tone, I don't know whether it was a sigh or a puzzled tone, these monks from the Xiejian Sect never came to the Qicaixia Sect to call for formation again.

I never came again in the next few years.

. You provide the immortality of the master Zhi Xiaoyuan: one life at the beginning, and the cultivation depends entirely on Gou