After the demon king failed to beg for death

When Fu Ling asked this question, it was rare that he blurted it out without thinking.

Patriarch You Ming looked at him almost mockingly: "What do you think?"

Fu Ling felt that if his cultivation was still there, he would definitely fight him first.

But at the moment, I can't beat it, so I can only water the flowers obediently.

After watering the flowers, Fu Ling had nothing to do, so he simply looked at the two small courtyards.

The small yard is not very big, there are three houses in one yard.

Compared with the main halls and halls of other peaks of Xuantianzong, this place is really simple.

The small house under the shade of trees is very cool.

Looking at the environment, Fu Ling couldn't figure out the tricks of the Nether Patriarch.

Living in such a humble place with such a status?

He was still looking around when Patriarch Nether walked out of the house and threw him a book.

"You live in the next room, this is a practice method."

Fu Ling took the book, read it, and then looked at the young and overbearing ancestor in front of him: "What does this mean?"

Patriarch Youming looked at Fu Ling with a stupid look: "You will be my apprentice from now on. I will teach you how to cultivate. Is there a problem?"

Fu Ling didn't quite understand where the logic was.

As we all know, he is just a miscellaneous spiritual root, why Qiu Zhikuan wants to take him as a disciple, and this old ancestor who appeared out of nowhere in front of him also wants to take him as a disciple.

These days, recruiting apprentices doesn't depend on qualifications, who is the worst to accept?

But obviously, this ancestor had a weird temper and unpredictable temperament, and he didn't intend to solve Fu Ling's doubts. After leaving the book, he left.

This departure is a literal departure, and the person disappears in the blink of an eye, disappearing on this mountain.

Fu Ling didn't even have the time to ask a question.

He looked at the cultivation secret book in his hand, then turned and walked towards his small courtyard.

It's okay to leave, not to mention the remoteness of this mountain, there is an enchantment outside, although he can't go down, others can't get in either.

It is really an excellent place to practice.

This old ancestor Youming is also very good at choosing places. This place is full of spiritual power, much richer than the foot of the mountain and that small courtyard.

Based on his years of experience and insights in practice, if no one disturbs him, he can return to the peak of the year in the shortest possible time.

Fu Ling lived in his small courtyard with such thoughts in mind.

There are three rooms in the small courtyard, one is used for sleeping and resting, the other is a practice room, the whole room is just a futon, and there is a study room full of books.

Fu Ling flipped through it casually, and found that there are many kinds of books. The martial arts books involve the cultivation of mind, sword, boxing, and legwork; flute, zither, and even many life-related books.

There are many varieties and a wide range.

From this point of view, my future life will not be so boring, at least there are so many books to pass the time.

Moreover, he still has the heart to learn some piano skills and painting skills.

In his previous life, he was focused on improving his cultivation, building Mingshi Mountain, and didn't know anything about painting and rhythm. He looked like a reckless man who didn't understand customs. Now that he is not entangled in academic affairs, he has a lot of time to fiddle with these things.

From this point of view, this place is a place that can't be met, it seems to be tailor-made for him.

Thinking about it this way, Fu Ling felt relieved, and was not too entangled with the issue of becoming the apprentice of the ancestor of the Nether.

It seems that this old ancestor doesn't really want to control him.

Everyone is safe with each other, and life is very beautiful.

Then, Fu Ling lost to Hungry...

He has only broken through the Qi refining stage and has not yet reached the bigu stage. The body's daily energy needs to be maintained by food.

Even if you step into the ranks of cultivation, at this point, if you have nothing to eat, you will be hungry.

After searching all corners of the small courtyard but not finding the kitchen, Fu Ling stood in front of the courtyard, looking at the empty hilltop, and couldn't help cursing.

If you can't find food in the small yard, you can only support yourself.

Fortunately, the surrounding area is surrounded by woods, so you can definitely find some wild game. There are no vegetables, so you can make do with some barbecue or something.

Fu Ling found a sword, and with the desire to eat barbecue, he entered the mountain forest with great interest.

After a stick of incense, Fu Ling comforted himself, probably because he hadn't gone deep into the forest, so he couldn't find any living things.

Half an hour later, Fu Ling comforted himself that this mountain is far away from Xuantianzong, and even people have to fly with their swords to get in, let alone animals, so it should be very rare, so it is not impossible.

An hour later, Fu Ling half-lyed in the branch of a tree, looked at the unsheathed sword in his hand, sighed, and couldn't help but said to himself: "I might be the first hungry A dead cultivator."

This place is not in line with common sense at all. There is no reason why there is such a large forest without anything.

The beautiful life Fu Ling imagined was shattered before it even started.

Just when he was about to go back home, a gust of wind blew by, he sat up straight, looked aside in a defensive posture, and said coldly: "Who?"

"What are you doing here?"

Ancestor Nether, dressed in white and with a stinky face, was standing on a leaf of a branch in mid-air.

Seeing the white clothes, Fu Ling relaxed.

Pointing to his stomach, he said helplessly, "I haven't found anything edible on this mountain. If you don't come back, you may have to collect the body for me."

Patriarch Youming frowned slightly, fell from the branch, stood on the trunk that Fu Ling was leaning on, then threw a ring to him, and started the taunting mode again: "Excellence!"

Fu Ling took the ring, shook it, and looked at him: "What do you mean?"

Patriarch Youming nodded, and flew to a high place again: "I will come to inspect and accept after two months, if you fail to pass, you will be thrown down the mountain."

Disappeared like a ghost.

In the past, others said that Fu Ling, the demon leader of Mingshi Mountain, was volatile and addicted to killing. If he disagreed with him, he would start killing and blood would flow like a river, so he should not be easily provoked.

Fu Ling felt that compared to this ancestor, his temper was really not so unpredictable.

He's still a reasonable man.

But this old ancestor obviously didn't make sense at all.

If he hadn't washed his marrow and reshaped his spiritual roots, let alone two months, even two years, he would not be able to accept any results.

Fu Ling poked into the ring, and there was a pile of food inside, including meat and vegetables. After calculating the amount, it turned out to be exactly two months' worth.

"This ancestor, it's interesting."

He scolded himself for being worthless, but without him mentioning it, he took the initiative to bring food.

What is duplicity, this is it.

Fu Ling jumped off the branch, put the storage ring in his hand, and ran out of the forest at a different speed than he came in.

Soon he returned to the small courtyard.

After eating and taking a shower, he went into the practice room.

This Nether ancestor doesn't know what's wrong, all the clothes in the room are all white.

Although the materials used for each piece of clothing are excellent and the patterns are different, this does not change the fact that they are all white.

He was used to wearing black clothes and robes before, but he was not used to suddenly changing into such white clothes.

Fortunately, no one was watching here, so Fu Ling just let him go.

After entering the practice room, Fu Ling opened the secret book left by Patriarch You Ming.

The above turned out to be about the cultivation method of wood-type spiritual roots.

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, how did this ancestor know that he was a wood spirit root, and he specially gave himself such a training method.

From this point of view, it is not an accidental state that he accepted him as his apprentice.

There will be no pies that fall in vain in the world. If you give something, you must ask for it.

Fu Ling has always believed in this truth, just like when he was brought into the inner sect by Xuantianzong, he also wanted to use himself as the key to explore the way.

There must be deep meaning in this ancestor's way of doing so.

Fu Ling put away the cheat books, sat cross-legged on the futon, put his hands flat on his knees, and closed his eyes.

Regardless of whether there is a plan or no deep meaning, the most important thing at present is to use the fastest time to restore one's own strength.

This is a world where the strong are respected, as long as you have cultivation in hand and your fist is hard enough, you will have nothing to fear.

From this day on, Fu Ling entered the two states of eating and practicing.

Sometimes, at a critical moment of cultivation, Fu Ling even forgot to eat, immersed in his own world, isolated from the outside world.

Tian Linggen itself is the most powerful of all spirit roots.

Fu Ling's soul consciousness is powerful, and his cultivation comprehension was honed bit by bit in his previous life, without any stagnation.

Coupled with the rich spiritual power here, the speed of cultivation can be described as rapid, and I am afraid that anyone in this world will feel jealous when they see it.

On this small hill that was almost isolated from the rest of the world, Fu Ling went from refining Qi to building a foundation in just two months.

Just the night before Patriarch Youming's acceptance, Fu Ling had already faintly felt that he was about to break through.

Cultivation is divided into three realms, the lower realm, the middle realm, and the upper realm.

The lower realm is Qi refining, foundation building, and bigu, while the middle realm is Jindan, Yuanying, out of body, and distraction. In this period, every promotion to a realm will have a corresponding catastrophe.

As for the upper state, it is the fit, the Mahayana, and finally the transcendence and ascension that all cultivators pursue.

Many people will never reach the upper realm in their entire life, let alone cross the tribulation and ascend.

Therefore, it can be said that Fu Ling's two months from refining Qi to building a foundation can be said to be very few, and it is almost shocking to hear about it.

Fu Ling's eyes were closed tightly, and the vast spiritual power in his body filled the meridians of his entire body. The original thin spiritual veins almost doubled in size, and the full spiritual power kept spinning in his body, washing him over and over again. Body.

His whole person has entered a mysterious and mysterious realm.

At this moment, Fu Ling got angry and directly pinched a magic trick.

The surrounding spiritual power almost rolled up into a vortex, and all rushed into his body.

In an instant, everything around me was still.

Fu Ling slowly opened his eyes, everything in front of him seemed to slow down.

A speck of dust as close as his eyes, and a drop of dew as far as the foot of the mountain, all shrouded his consciousness.

The foundation is done!

Fu Ling stood up, walked outside, and slowly stretched out his hand towards a flower.

The flowers that had rested in the small garden straightened up again and bloomed.

Fu Ling couldn't help but curled up the corner of his mouth and burst into a smile.

The patriarch Youming, who agreed to come to check and accept, hid in the woods. Looking at the beautiful young man with long black hair hanging loose and a smile on his mouth under the moonlight, he couldn't help but stand up.

After a glimpse, it was indescribably dazzling.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

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