There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

The human tribe's construction is very delicate, Qinglan glanced at the airtight roof and the small black clay stove, clay cups and pots.There is also a heart drawn with flower juice on the small pottery cup.

Care can be seen everywhere.

"Qinglan, you can stay here." The old man smiled and looked at the fairy-like man in front of him.

"Thank you." Qing Lan nodded to the old man.

"You're welcome." The old man stroked his beard: "The old man's surname is Qiao, you can usually call me the village chief. Also, this is my grandson."

The old man pulled Qiao Jiaoran over, and introduced cheerfully: "Qiao Jiaoran, 27 years old, usually very skinny, thanks to your generous help last time, my grandson was able to save his life."

Qinglan's gaze stayed on Qiao Jiaoran's face for a while, and she responded lightly: "It's a little effort."

"If you don't mind, can I say more?" The village head looked at Qing Lan carefully.

"Excuse me."

"I don't know where the benefactor learned from?" The village chief was a little embarrassed: "Forgive me for taking the liberty, benefactor, your exercises are really different from ours. If the benefactor doesn't want to talk about it, it doesn't matter."

"My way of cultivation is really different from yours." Qing Lan nodded: "If you are interested, I can teach you."

"Oh?" The village chief was a little surprised, but then calmed down again: "I'm over a hundred years old..."

"There are many hundred-year-old foundation builders who are cultivators in the mysterious realm." Qing Lan looked at Qiao Jiaoran: "Do you want to learn too?"

Qiao Jiaoran nodded hastily after holding back for a long time: "Think about it!"

"I'll teach you a set of introductory methods first, and test your aptitude." Qing Lan looked up at the group of people outside the door who were peeping at her: "Anyone can come and have a try."

"Okay!" A half-grown little girl rushed out with a look of excitement and raised her hands high.

"Sit cross-legged on the ground, fold your hands together, put them on your belly button, and you can also make a formula." Qing Lan looked at the few people in front of her, and the old man took the lead, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Many people came in from the door and followed the old man to sit cross-legged on the ground.

Qing Lan observed several people, and it seemed that they all had some foundations, and they were very familiar with the postures of sitting cross-legged and making art.

"Slightly close your eyes, look inside with light, look at your nose with your eyes, look at your heart with your nose, and look at your dantian with your heart." Qing Lan lowered her voice.

"Don't listen with your ears, but listen with your heart. For beginners, the tongue is on top of the palate, that is, the tongue is rolled back and the underside of the tip of the tongue is used to support it." Qing Lan also sat cross-legged in front of her, pinching her fingers.

"Eliminate distracting thoughts, inhale and exhale, let in and out of the dantian with each exhalation. Use the heart to guide the breath, follow the heart with the breath, feel free to recite the dantian when inhaling, and lead it out of the orifice with the mind when exhaling..." Qing Lan closed his eyes, and slowly led a few people into the realm of cultivation.

There is not much aura in the jungle, but it is enough for beginners to absorb it. After Qinglan and a few others entered the state, Qinglan absorbed it inward, and beginners absorbed it outward.

Feeling the surrounding spiritual energy slowly gathering, Qing Lan finished running a small circle, and quietly got up to check the situation of several people. The village chief's meridians were blocked, but he had a high level of perception. He felt the existence of spiritual energy, and it was quite laborious to absorb it. , looking a little pale.

Qiao Jiaoran's meridians are unobstructed, and he has faintly felt the spiritual energy, but he has not yet drawn the spiritual energy into his body.

Among the eight people, the one with the best talent was a half-grown girl who had successfully absorbed spiritual power. Apart from the slow operation, she was very good in other aspects.

Qing Lan lightly tapped the village chief's shoulder with her fingertips, and with her own spiritual power, carried the spiritual power absorbed by the village chief, unhurriedly opened up the village chief's meridians.

The village chief's face gradually turned a little bloody, and his breathing became much smoother.

Qing Lan slowly left the village chief, walked up to the girl and whispered: "Calm down, don't be impatient." The girl's breathing slowed down and gradually stabilized.

Two hours have passed, and four of the eight people have been able to draw Qi into their bodies, and two of them have faintly touched the tail of spiritual power.

If it was under the condition of abundant spiritual power in the mysterious world, these two people should have been able to draw spiritual power into their bodies long ago. If it was in real life, Qinglan could take out the spiritual stones and set up a gathering spirit array, which would surely help them too.

After another two hours, half of the spectators outside the door had already left, and many people left behind also tried cross-legged outside the door, and three more people succeeded.

Qing Lan calmed down a bit, it seems that in this world, human beings can also practice profound arts, their talents are not bad, but they lack a lot of spiritual power in the early stage.

When the last person got up, it was already midnight, and the little girl who got up first held back for a long time, and finally reported to Qinglan excitedly: "Little brother, I feel it!"

"Me too!" Qiao Jiaoran raised her hand proudly.

The old man stroked his beard, as if he was thinking about something.

"We still need to work hard." Qing Lan smiled slightly: "When I return to reality, I can test your spiritual roots."

"Spiritual root?" The little girl looked puzzled, why did she feel as if she had read it in some ancient book: "What is a spiritual root?"

"Spiritual roots are used to see a person's talent in cultivation and the five elements' compatibility when practicing the five elements." Qing Lan said indifferently: "There are gold, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, wind, thunder, yin, yang, and space. , time, speech and other attributes."

The little girl's eyes brightened: "I really want to see what attribute I am. I like playing with water the most. If the water attribute is good, I can conjure a big water ball like my little brother, and put it on the fire with a puff."

"Then Qinglan, what spiritual root are you?" Qiao Jiaoran asked curiously.

"I am the root of chaos." Qinglan knew that they didn't know, so she explained: "The root of chaos is the root of all attributes. No matter which attribute is cultivated, the other attributes will increase."

"Sounds so powerful." The little girl looked at Qing Lan with some admiration: "Little brother, if I keep meditating according to the method you said, will I become as powerful as you?"

"Absorbing spiritual power is just the first step." Qing Lan looked at the innocent little girl: "Building a foundation is the first step to becoming a monk."

"Then how do I build the foundation, and how long will it take to build the foundation?" The little girl was a little anxious.

"You absorb spiritual power according to my method, and when it reaches a certain level, you will stagnate. For this matter, you need to accumulate spiritual power and break through an invisible barrier to build a foundation." Qing Lan looked at the group of people in the room : "For a mortal to build a foundation and have spiritual roots, it can be as short as a moment, and as slow as a hundred years. It's hard to say."

"What about after the foundation is established?" The village head looked at Qing Lan.

"After the foundation is established, there will be pill formation, Yuanying, Huashen, Lianxu, and Mahayana." Qing Lan explained the common sense that three-year-old children in the mysterious world know.

"However, if it takes a hundred years to establish a foundation, wouldn't it take a longer time to form a core?" Qiao Jiaoran asked worriedly.

"After the foundation is established, the lifespan will increase, the shortest is 200 years." Qing Lan answered Qiao Jiaoran's doubts.

The village chief's eyes lit up.

Even though it was midnight, there were still news from the communication area.

"Really? Can you live two hundred years longer?"

"I just meditated according to Qingqing's method. Although I don't have any knowledge of ancient martial arts, I have a feeling! Do I have spiritual roots?"

"Although I like Qingqing, isn't this a bit mysterious? Is there such a good thing? Meditation can add 200 years to your life?"

"I also meditated. Although I didn't feel it, my legs and feet didn't feel numb at all, and I felt my mind cleared up a lot."

"Really? I'll try too."

"Qingqing is really too generous to share such a precious thing."

"But Qingqing...isn't she a female?"

"It's right that this meditation practice is beneficial to human beings."

"I think after Qingqing comes back, she can open a training class or something to teach people how to practice."

"Hey, I just went to see the Leopard Tribe. They are in a meeting. Everyone is downcast. I want to laugh."

"Everyone, if Qinglan's method can really increase the lifespan of human beings, become infinitely powerful, learn various spells of elves without diet, will human beings still be a fourth-class race?"

"If you think about it carefully, it's terrifying. If it's true, then human beings will rise up!"

"I don't believe it, how can a human being's small body be compared to a beast race! It must be because Qinglan is a female that she is so powerful."

"Are your females so powerful?"

The exchange area was noisy in the middle of the night, but Qinglan's room was very quiet during the competition.

Qinglan taught them to meditate instead of sleeping. They didn't want to go back, so they stayed in Qinglan's room and meditated with Qinglan.

The only quiet thing in the room was the sound of slow breathing. Qinglan closed her eyes. This was an opening, and more humans must be involved. If possible, Qinglan wanted this other world to also set up a "Xuanmen" banner.

Why not?The discipline of Taoism is "upholding one's own way to benefit the common people". If the ancestors and masters see that they have carried forward Taoism, they will be happy.

In the early morning, Qinglan got up, and the people below were still addicted to cultivation. When the village chief arrived, he brought Qinglan a bowl of batter and black bread.

"Come and taste it." The village chief felt much better after coming down overnight: "This is the bread tree we found in one place, it was ground with bark, it's a bit rough, but fortunately it's pure natural and pollution-free Well."

Qing Lan took the food from the village chief's hand. She had been watching the leopard drink blood before, but now seeing the food, she felt very kind.

After tasting two mouthfuls of the batter, with finely chopped berries in it, Qing Lan drank it, feeling warm in her heart.

"I have already asked Dahai to slaughter the sheep. Let's eat meat this afternoon." The village chief looked at Qinglan with a smile: "You must eat more, I still want to live for two more years with the method you taught me. Take a look at my group of unworthy descendants."

Qinglan nodded slightly, understanding the old man's concern for his children and grandchildren.

"Your aptitude is good." Qing Lan looked at the old man comfortingly: "With my elixir, you should be able to reach alchemy."

"Building the foundation is enough." The old man stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "If I live too long, even my grandson will bother me, an old man."

"Village head." A muscular man came to look for the old man, with a nervous expression on his face: "The people from the Leopard clan are here, right at the entrance of the village!"

"Oh?" The old man shook his eyebrows: "I want to see what they want to do."

"I'm with you." Qinglan put down the bowl and followed the old man.

"You wait here, I'm afraid these orcs are here to ask for someone." The old man puffed up his chest, "Don't worry, I will negotiate with them and I will never hand you over."

Qing Lan wanted to follow the old man, but was blocked by the man who came.

"You, don't worry, we will protect you." The man looked down at the handsome man who was half a head shorter than himself, and waved his fists as if showing off: "Our Qiao Yulin family is a family of ancient martial arts, so we are not afraid of them!"

Qing Lan raised her head expressionlessly: "You probably didn't come to put out the fire yesterday."

"Yes, yes." The man smiled honestly: "I'm guarding the village, don't worry, it's okay, I'll give you more meat this afternoon."

While pretending to be still meditating, Qiao Jiaoran pinched herself very hard in order not to laugh.