longevity of self-cultivation

Not to mention how shy and happy the little golden snake was, Mo Changsheng was sitting in the inn, but he was extremely distressed.

What troubled him was not the competition held by the Hehuan Sect three days later, but that he couldn't find out what the most important treasure of the Hehuan Sect was.

After all, this place is at the foot of the Hehuan Sect. Mo Changsheng asked again and again, but the result was either that the other party gave a strange laugh and left; , Mo Changsheng asked a few people, and didn't bother to ask any more.

He is not fully sure of winning the championship, so let's do it and see.

Mo Changsheng thought so, after setting up the formation in the inn, he counted the spirit stones on his body, only to find that there were only 320 low-grade spirit stones left on him, and the rest were bought by selling pills. Lingshi paid for the room at the inn.It looks like a lot, but the long-distance teleportation array in the cultivation world is extremely expensive, and a few middle-grade spirit stones are needed for a single trip.Looking at it this way, Mo Changsheng only felt that he was poor and down and out, and he was quite uneasy.

Therefore, for the remaining few days, Mo Changsheng did not go out again, but stayed in the inn, and began to refine the elixir with peace of mind.

Mo Changsheng had been in seclusion in the small valley for ten years. Apart from practicing hard every day, all he had to do was plant various spiritual plants in the small valley.He was already quite talented in growing spiritual plants, so over the past ten years, he had also planted a lot of ordinary spiritual plants and spiritual plants, and there were countless of them stored in the jade box of the storage bag.

Now that Mo Changsheng wanted to make alchemy, he didn't need to search for spiritual herbs anymore. He took out the alchemy furnace on the spot, and then took out two different alchemy materials, and started alchemy on the spot.

When Mo Changsheng learned alchemy, he did not consult the alchemist of Xiaoyao Sect, but directly learned from Fairy Linglong, relying on the experience of alchemy left by Fairy Linglong, as well as basic alchemy books, he just learned alchemy by himself.

However, one of alchemy cannot be mastered in decades.

Mo Changsheng has only learned it for ten years, and he has never been taught by anyone, and he has spent most of his time on cultivation and drawing symbols. Therefore, in these ten years, he has only learned to refine two kinds of elixirs—one is Juling Dan, the second is Zhuyan Dan.

These two kinds of elixirs are also the two most indispensable elixirs in the cultivation world.No matter when and where he refines it, and where he sells it, there are always people who are willing to accept it.

Mo Changsheng didn't feel anxious about this.

After all, he already had a talent for making talismans that no one else dared to imagine. With no one to teach him, he learned a good method of making talismans just by relying on the jade slip of the five-spirit talisman; In fact, he also has some talents; even in the matter of refining weapons, Pei Shisan stayed in the small valley for seven years and taught Mo Changsheng a lot. Among the ten identical instruments, one of them can be refined successfully, and Mo Changsheng is already satisfied.

As for alchemy, although so far, he has only learned to refine Juling Pill and Zhuyan Pill, but with these two kinds of pills, he doesn't need to worry about the cost of his experience.Thinking this way, Mo Changsheng didn't worry at all because he hadn't refined any other kind of elixir yet.

Mo Changsheng retreated for three days, refining a total of twelve furnaces, of which two furnaces did not refine a single elixir, only middle-grade elixir was obtained in the two furnaces, and the remaining eight furnaces were all high-grade polysaccharides. Panacea.

Juling Pill and Zhuyan Pill are only pills taken by monks in the Qi training period, and they are not too difficult to refine.Therefore, there are ninety-nine 81 pills in a batch of pills.Calculated in this way, Mo Changsheng gained a lot this time.

After the refined pills were bottled with ten pills, Mo Changsheng meditated once, and after taking a bath, he got up and went to participate in the competition held by the Hehuan Sect.

Although Mo Changsheng doesn't know what the reward for the winner is, nor does he know the content of the third competition, he can only refine the alchemy level of the two kinds of pills, and he can survive in the second competition How long, but... as Wen Yuzhi said, if you can find a chance to compete with the other eleven monks in the qi training period, that piece of low-grade spirit stone is worth the money.

So Mo Changsheng came to the competition venue with the intention of having a happy fight with others.

Wen Yuzhi arrived a little earlier than him, saw him coming, and shouted loudly: "Friend Changsheng, come here!"

So a group of people looked at the two of them, as if they wanted to know who the person called "Longevity" was.

Mo Changsheng had no choice but to walk over with a blank face, and listened to Wen Yuzhi's rambling, as if he was planning which ring he should choose to have a better chance of winning.

Mo Changsheng is not surprised that Wen Yuzhi thinks this way, because this time the participants are all monks in the Qi training period. Wen Yuzhi is now on the tenth floor of the Qi training period. It is not surprising that Wen Yuzhi wants to choose a ring with a higher chance of winning for the [-]th floor of the qi stage and the [-]th floor of the qi training stage, as well as the monks of the complete qi training stage.

However, Mo Changsheng is already a monk on the twelfth floor of the qi training period. He also has three magic weapons, a fire whip, a blood sycamore wood bow and arrow, and a golden fishing net. He looked at it for a while and said goodbye to Wen Yuzhi. Then, he jumped directly onto a ring that was still empty.

Wen Yuzhi: "..." Did this person really come here just to have a good fight?

The first competition had already begun, and Mo Changsheng jumped onto an empty arena by himself, acting as the ring guard, waiting for others to challenge him.

It's just that Mo Changsheng jumped onto the ring too early, and everyone thought he was too strong, so after many hesitations, he still didn't dare to challenge him.

So Mo Changsheng stood upright on the ring and guarded for half a day, but failed to guard a single challenger.It wasn't until he was about to give up defending the ring and simply become a challenger that Mo Changsheng waited so hard for a challenger.

The challenger was an elegant male cultivator holding a fife, whose cultivation base was only at the ninth level of Qi training. As soon as he entered the ring, he smiled at Mo Changsheng, picked up the fife, and started playing.

Mo Changsheng was startled, but he heard the sound of the flute full of murderous aura. It was not his people who wanted to kill, but his state of mind.

All of a sudden, he felt irritable, his eyes were red, and his originally peaceful mind was incomparably disordered.

It was only then that Mo Changsheng realized that he had only seen one or two ten-thousandths of the methods of monks in the cultivation world. Even if he had the [-]th level of Qi training, he might not be able to defeat the opponent.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Changsheng pinched the palm of his hand with his nails, blood oozed out, and the pain made him wake up for a moment, then he swallowed a Qingxin Pill, and then raised his bow and arrow, and shot straight at the fife of the man holding the fife!

The man wanted to hide, but his cultivation level was obviously inferior to that of Mo Changsheng. The bow and arrow of blood sycamore wood in Mo Changsheng's hand was a high-grade magic weapon. When the arrow shot out, the flute was shot down in a blink of an eye!

Mo Changsheng raised his hand again, and saw the red arrow flying into Mo Changsheng's hand carrying the fife.

The man was immediately annoyed: "That's my thing!"

Mo Changsheng looked sideways at the "judge" on the ring - the foundation-building monk of the Hehuan Sect.

The foundation-building cultivator only said: "If you admit defeat at this moment, the things should be returned to you."

On the contrary, if you still don't admit defeat at this moment and continue to fight, then Mo Changsheng will take this thing ahead of time, and it will be Mo Changsheng's property. Whether to give it or not is up to Mo Changsheng himself.

The man was very angry: "For the competition in our sect, each person's magic weapon should be returned to each other. Why is the Hehuan Sect so unruly?"

The foundation-building disciple of the Hehuan Sect who had been silent before suddenly opened his eyes, glared at the man sharply, and then said: "The Hehuan Sect naturally only abides by the rules of the Hehuan Sect. When you signed up for the competition, there was no Take a good look at the rules of the Hehuan Sect, who can be blamed at this moment?"

Sure enough, from ancient times to the present, there have always been very few people who like to read the so-called door rules or "instructions" from beginning to end.

The man was immediately speechless.

Mo Changsheng played with the fife and only asked, "Can you admit defeat?"

Of course the man refused, he raised his head and said, "I would rather die than admit defeat!"

However, the man finally conceded defeat.

In this competition held by the Hehuan Sect, there is obviously no rule of "click until the end" and "do not kill". In addition to the disciples of the sect, there are also various casual cultivators participating in the competition. Unless the other party voluntarily admits defeat, otherwise it is It's not that there are no ones who really shot to kill people.

Mo Changsheng felt that he was kind-hearted. After taking away the man's fife, a Yueqin, and a long sword, he held his sword behind his back, and finally asked the man: "You, can, admit, lose?"

After all, the man was reluctant to part with his own life, and knew that the person in front of him could beat him completely, and it was only a thought to kill him, so he gritted his teeth and said, "I admit defeat."

Mo Changsheng put away his sword, and saw the man jump off the ring. This time he threw the long sword he took from the man last: "According to the rules, the flute and Yueqin belong to me. This long sword, It's still yours."

The man snorted, took the long sword, and left in embarrassment.

Mo Changsheng squinted his eyes and stood on the ring, feeling happy in his heart.

He originally thought that he could only earn spirit stones through alchemy, but he forgot that there is also a way to earn spirit stones through fighting. Moreover, he won this magic weapon openly, even if he sold it directly, it would be useless. People dare to say that he is not.

He stood on the ring, just waiting to get some magic weapons from others.

It's a pity that most of the monks in the qi training period are still very poor, and they only have one or two magic weapons. When Mo Changsheng snatched the magic weapon, they immediately surrendered, and they didn't give Mo Changsheng a chance to get the magic weapon.

So at the end of the day, Mo Changsheng repelled eleven people one after another. Apart from the fife and Yueqin given to him by the first opponent, he only had two magic swords and a gourd, nothing else.

Mo Changsheng felt that he had gained too little, but after seeing what he had gained, Wen Yuzhi was extremely jealous, glared at him and said, "You are not satisfied? Let me tell you, forget these two magical swords, they are just ordinary things , the fife and yueqin are magic instruments that Yuexiu especially likes. I see that the grades of these two things are not low. With this gourd, I think this gourd is not very capable of trapping people, but the space inside is much larger than ordinary gourds. If you use this gourd to make wine or do other things, isn’t it much better than ordinary gourds?”

When Mo Changsheng was reminded by Wen Yuzhi, he suddenly felt the same way.In any case, after fighting for such a whole day today, not only did he appreciate the different methods of different monks, but he also obtained these magic weapons. No matter what, he was not at a loss.

Even if he was eliminated from the first round in the alchemy competition tomorrow, he would not feel that he was at a loss.

Thinking of this, Mo Changsheng smiled at Wen Yuzhi, and invited Wen Yuzhi to have a drink.

Wen Yuzhi also won today.It's just that he didn't win because he succeeded in defending the competition, but picked a defender in the middle of the competition, and the one who won from this didn't make any money in his hands. Although he was a little jealous of Mo Changsheng, but After Mo Changsheng said that he would treat him to a drink, the idea of ​​jealousy disappeared immediately.

Mo Changsheng originally thought that he would definitely lose the second alchemy competition.After all, he has been refining alchemy for ten years, and so far he can only refine two kinds of elixirs.If others asked him if he knew how to make alchemy, he would be extremely ashamed and said no.

However, on the second day of the competition, the first is the two items of knowledge of pills and identification of spirit grass.

Although Mo Changsheng can only refine two kinds of elixirs, he is still proficient in knowing alchemy and distinguishing spirit grass. First of all, he has an elder brother, Mo Changyou. After he learned alchemy, Mo Changyou took a lot of various medicines All kinds of elixir are here for him to learn and watch; secondly, Mo Changsheng himself is a person who grows spiritual grass, so it is easy to distinguish spiritual grass.

Therefore, although the first two rounds were thrilling, Mo Changsheng still won, and survived to the last one, the competition of alchemy.

The piece of paper that Mo Changsheng got before did not specify what kind of elixir he was refining, so he didn't understand until the disciples of the Hehuan Sect stepped forward to announce the rules of the competition today.

"...Everyone can choose to refine the Shuangxiu boosting elixir or the anti-aging elixir. For all the refined elixir, the grade and quantity of the successfully refined elixir will be used as the evaluation criteria."

After hearing this, Mo Changsheng silently thought that the place where he is now is right at the foot of the Hehuan Sect.

And according to the preferences of the Acacia Sect, it shouldn't be surprising that they would be asked to refine elixirs or elixir for the enjoyment.

Mo Changsheng had only learned how to refine two kinds of elixirs in ten years, but once they were refined, out of ten furnaces of elixirs, seven or eight furnaces could be full of elixirs.

Sitting on the ring this time, Mo Changsheng, like everyone else around him, had refined three batches of pills.

The first two batches of pills were full of pills, and when they were refined, the boy from the Hehuan Sect stepped forward and counted them, everyone was shocked!

"Mandan? Two furnaces of Mandan? How is it possible?"

"How old is he? How can he have this ability?"

"Fake it? Could it be that this person has something to do with the Hehuan Sect?"

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It was only then that Mo Changsheng realized belatedly that after ten years of study, there were very few people who had only learned how to refine two kinds of elixirs; Even more rare.

So naturally, Mo Changsheng's last batch of pills was completely abolished.

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

But even so, Mo Changsheng successfully entered the third round of competition.

Everyone originally thought that this third round of competition was more difficult than the previous two competitions. As a result, there were a total of 12 people who entered the third round of competition. When these 12 people came out of the competition room, everyone looked extremely weird .

Mo Changsheng had the strangest look on his face.

However, what surprised Mo Changsheng even more was that the person who finally stood up and announced the result of the competition was the head of the Hehuan Sect.

The name of the head of the Hehuan Sect is Gu Yue, and his person is also like Gu Yue, with a frosty face and extremely cold.

When she stood up, everyone fell to their knees.

Daoist Gu Yue ignored the others, walked up to Mo Changsheng, and asked, "Is what you said true?"

Before Mo Changsheng could answer, Daoist Gu Yue couldn't help but rubbed his belly and asked again: "I ask you, if I tell you the truth about the fact that I killed the father of the child in my womb, if you tell the truth as you said, how can this child go?" Will you really not live with me?"

Everyone: ...They only thought that Guyue Daojun's child came by dew and love, but no one expected that the child's father was actually killed by Guyue Daojun?But this contest turned out to be held only because Lord Guyue was worried about whether he should tell the truth to this child!

Everyone bowed their heads even lower, hoping that they had never heard of this secret matter.

However, Mo Changsheng, who was confronted by Guyue Taoist and questioned, did not have that blessing.

He didn't expect that guess to be true, so he raised his head, trying to be as expressionless as Gu Yue Daojun, and said: "The junior just asks, did the senior regret killing that person that day? If you do it all over again, Will senior still kill that person?"

Daoist Gu Yue stretched his brows slightly, and said coldly: "Under the Five Spirits Sect, even though the Acacia Sect adheres to double cultivation to improve behaviors, it is natural for Acacia and Acacia to be voluntary. That guy dares to do such a thing, Even if you do it over ten times, I will still kill you!"

Mo Changsheng said calmly: "Since that's the case, why should you worry about it, senior?" He killed everyone, and he was the one who deserved to be killed, so why should he regret it?

As for that child, as long as he is taught well, I believe there will be nothing wrong.

Daoist Gu Yue said "hmm", took a deep look at Mo Changsheng, and left with the flying magic weapon.

The Hehuan Sect disciples who stayed behind announced that Mo Changsheng had won the championship this time.

After Mo Changsheng received the reward of the two jade slips, the Hehuan Sect disciple who gave him the jade slips also winked at him and said with a wink and smile: "I will not dare to wait for the jade slip that records the best method of double cultivation." Look; but the other one... Fellow Daoist, why don't you be generous and let me wait and see?"

Then, before Mo Changsheng could react, that disciple injected "another" jade slip into his spiritual energy, stretched out his hand and threw the jade slip into the sky!

Everyone looked up to the sky, and saw only a man and a woman in the garden, and the rest of the illusions were doing things behind their backs while they were admiring the flowers!

In the haze, faint groans could still be heard.

Mo Changsheng: "..."

Everyone: "As expected, it is the treasure of the Hehuan Sect! This one has pictures, and it looks like a real person... Ahem, it looks the most addictive!"

"That's right! I heard that there will be a male and female Long Yang in the future, and those monsters..."

"Oh! I have to swallow a pure heart pill. After a quick look, I can't keep Yuanyang anymore. Hey, you say, the guy who won the championship, he guards such a treasure every day, and he can still guard it. Can I live in Yuanyang?"

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The veins on Mo Changsheng's forehead twitched.

He never knew that this treasure of the Hehuan Sect was actually a pornographic version of the cultivation world!There are still male and female versions, male and male versions, and even the monster version, which have color films with stories!

Mo Changsheng tightened his grip on the so-called top-quality dual-cultivation technique, his face darkened, and he simply discarded the colorful jade slips and left angrily.

However, as soon as Mo Changsheng left, the pornographic Eryu Jian was bitten by a golden shadow and disappeared.

Everyone sighed again and again.

Don't lament that Mo Changsheng doesn't know good things, only lament yourself... how slow you are!