As a self-cultivator, I actually have eggs? !

"If you think it's feasible, you can stay now." The monk in white looked at Jing Chuhan's pale and bewildered face, and gently persuaded, with strong confidence and arrogance in his words: "If you become my disciple, what else will you do?" Not to mention, it is absolutely no problem for you to live and practice smoothly without being affected by the egg in your belly."

It is not without reason that the monk in white is so polite to the little monk on the twelfth level of Qi training, as a monk in the Nascent Soul stage.

Jing Chuhan came to Hengyun Danmen with a prayer order, so he was a guest of Hengyun Danmen, and the monk in white couldn't do anything to him openly.In addition, there is an egg in Jing Chuhan's belly, which is probably the descendant of the sky demon. The demon cultivator is not like a human being. They have strong vitality and are highly recognizable. Even if they are only contaminated with the scent of the demon clan, some big demons can recognize them.

It is not easy for Tian Yao to have a child. If the monk in white really did something to Jing Chuhan, I am afraid that he will face the fate of Tian Yao chasing and killing him thousands of miles away.Furthermore, the monks are all against the sky, and the white-clothed monks don't want to be contaminated with karma, so as not to be overwhelmed with demons when they cross the catastrophe, and end up in a state of disappearance.

Jing Chuhan clenched his fists tightly after hearing what the white-clothed monk said, his bloodless face showed hesitation. It is undeniable that the most important thing for him now is to live, and only by surviving can he save people and talk about revenge. If he falls in the middle of his cultivation because of the egg in his belly, then there is no hope.

The white-clothed monk has lived for hundreds of years, and at least he has some experience. Seeing Jing Chuhan like this, he knew that most of the matter was done, so he said a few words to add fuel to the fire, "Little friend, do you know what is going on in your belly?" The egg is currently at a stage where it cannot be seen by the naked eye, and it must be at least the size of a bird's egg to grow up and be born. During this period, countless spiritual energy and time will be consumed, and it may take hundreds of years if it is assisted by pills."

The corner of the white-clothed cultivator's mouth curled up slightly: "If you don't rely on a large amount of pills, but only rely on the spiritual power in your dantian to support yourself, once the spiritual power produced by your cultivation is lower than the amount of spiritual power absorbed by the egg, my little friend is afraid In the worst case, you will have to lower your cultivation base, and your foundation will be damaged, or in the worst case, you will be slowly drained of your spiritual power and die, one dead body and two lives!"

As an alchemist, the cultivator in white has an extremely strong interest in the eggs in Jing Chuhan's belly, and also has a strong interest in Jing Chuhan who is pregnant with a sky demon egg in a man's body, but he does not want to confront a sky demon, so he does not hesitate to spend Convince him to stay.

Stay here, then you don't have to run around, don't worry about being precarious, and don't need to be attacked again... No, Jing Chuhan, you can't do this!Is success in hiding and lingering?Are you going to rely on Dan Dao for revenge with that poor aptitude?

So what if he really survived?Hiding here in deception, not daring to use your identity for the rest of your life, and not being able to rescue your brother for the rest of your life, Jing Chuhan, don't you still know yourself?Once you are at ease, will your sword really be sharpened?

It's just an egg, don't you have the confidence to let your cultivation speed exceed its growth speed?You've been through so much, are you going to stop here?

No, Jing Chuhan!You are not qualified to do this, your life is not just your own, don't become the kind of person you even look down on!

The flickering in the eyes, Jing Chuhan was doing a fierce ideological struggle, raised his head again, his eyes became clear, against the background of the clear whites, there was determination to move forward in the black eyes, he raised his pale face Showing a proper grateful smile, he looked firmly at the monk in white.

"Thank you for your love, senior. It's just that this junior has other things to do. I'm afraid I can't follow senior. Besides, this junior is the root of five elements. Even if he wants to learn alchemy, he probably won't achieve much." Jing Chuhan felt a little sad when he said this. The slowest spiritual root, his aptitude is indeed poor enough.

"Five elements spiritual root?" The white-clothed monk looked at Jing Chuhan thoughtfully, "It is indeed difficult to make alchemy with the five elements spiritual root, but it is not impossible. After all, you still have fire spiritual root in your body. As long as you can find the spiritual fire to subdue it, you can make alchemy by yourself. Impossible, not to mention that before the golden core stage, the earth fire is enough for you to make alchemy, "How rare is spiritual fire?Speaking of this, the white-clothed cultivator himself knew that it was unrealistic. He shook his head and said, "But since you are not interested in alchemy, it's fine. It's really not suitable to learn alchemy with your five-element spiritual root."

Glancing at the disappointed young man, the white-clothed monk Qingjun's face was a little regretful and soft-hearted, and he comforted in a slightly soft voice: "The five-element spiritual root is nothing, even if the advancement is a bit slow, don't take it too seriously. After a pause, he straightened his back and said: "We cultivators are always going against the sky, nothing is impossible, you have to have this awareness, otherwise even if you have a single spiritual root, you won't be able to go far Far."

"Thank you for the teachings of the seniors, the juniors understand."

This pale, thin and slightly gloomy young man inexplicably attracted the friar in white. When he saw the young man earnestly made a big gift, a little smile appeared in his eyes.In his capacity, he hadn't gotten along with low-level disciples for a long time, and it was rare for him to get out of the customs. In this matter, he met an interesting person, a boy who was pregnant with a demon egg.The monk in white took out a few bottles of pills for low-level disciples from the storage bag, and threw them to the young man, "You and I are destined to meet each other, so let's go on, and you won't be in vain."

After finishing speaking, the friar in white flashed and disappeared. He is a Nascent Soul cultivator, and it is impossible to spend all his time on these chores.Seeing him disappear, Jing Chuhan stared blankly at the empty chair, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, Jing Chuhan came out, and Xiaodaotong was still waiting respectfully at the door. After all, he was a child. Seeing him coming out, Xiaodaotong immediately became happy. In front of the mountain gate, there are patrolling monks there, which shows that the strength of the Hengyun Pill Sect is really good, otherwise there would not be such strict rules and regulations.

"Fellow daoist, go slowly." Xiao Daotong said goodbye to Jing Chuhan with a smile, his little face was full of ignorant joy, he was a young outer disciple recruited by the Hengyun Pill Sect who had not yet established a foundation. For other cultivators, Xiaodao Tong is much more lively and happy to receive a stranger. I am afraid that after a few years, when he grows older or establishes his foundation and becomes an inner disciple, he will never see these mundane affairs again.

"Well, thank you." After thinking for a while, Jing Chuhan took out an exquisite red lacquer treasure box from the storage bag at his waist, which contained worldly candies, which were specially saved during the Chinese New Year.Although things are of great value in the secular world, they are nothing in the cultivation world. Jing Chuhan glanced at the box and handed it to Xiaodaotong, "I'll give you this box of candies."

"Ah?" Xiao Daotong looked at Candy and wanted to pick it up but didn't dare to pick it up. He muttered in his mouth and finally forced out a meaningless interrogative word.

The patrolling monks who came to meet him were already approaching, Jing Chuhan stuffed the box into Xiaodaotong's arms, and said softly in a hoarse voice: "Thank you today, take it, I'm past the age of eating candies, I don't need these candies anymore .”

The boy's low voice was a little confused but also a little firm, as if he was drifting in from outside the valley with the wind. The little boy hugged the box tightly and looked at the back of the patrolling monk walking away in puzzlement, feeling a little sad all of a sudden. , He couldn't help but think of how he felt the day he left home, and the bottom of his heart was also so dull and uncomfortable.

As soon as he came out of the scope of the Hengyun Danmen, under the cover of the formation, there were only hundreds of thousands of mountains behind him, full of greenery, Jing Chuhan looked back, and took out a bag from the storage bag hanging at his waist. A yellow paper crane covered with cinnabar-colored runes.With a flash of light in his hand, Jing Chuhan tapped lightly on the paper crane. After a flash of chaotic light, the paper crane became three meters in size and suspended in mid-air.Jing Chuhan jumped up, sat cross-legged on the back of the paper crane, and then poured spiritual power into it, and the paper crane immediately flew eastward like an arrow off the string, and a faint halo floated on the paper crane , keep the strong wind out of the paper crane.

On the paper crane, Jing Chuhan ate the spiritual fruit in the storage bag when he was hungry, took out the water bag to drink a few mouthfuls when he was thirsty, and stuffed a few spiritual pills into his mouth from time to time to replenish his spiritual power. Jing Chuhan kept on running without sleep, until the evening of the fifth day, when he was really tired, he found a small city, and planned to find a sword inn to rest for the night.

There were officers and soldiers guarding the city at the gate of the city. When they saw Jing Chuhan, the eyes of these rough men were amazed and greedy. Their leader had good eyesight, and he was the first to spot the storage bag on Jing Chuhan's waist, and immediately understood that the young man was a monk.Nervously, he gave his subordinates a brainstorm to stop them, then took a step forward and bowed respectfully in a contorted posture: "Is the Immortal Elder going to enter the city?"

To the strange saluting gestures of these five tall and three thick men, Jing Chuhan just hummed lightly as a response.

Jing Chuhan didn't have a mortal's certificate to enter the city. Fortunately, he was a monk. Although he was the worst monk with the spiritual root of the five elements, he still had no problem casting some small spells, so he glanced at the crowd indifferently, and cast water polo on the spot to pick them up from the air. Make a round water polo to prove your status as a monk.

Seeing this, the leader of the officers and soldiers guarding the city invited Jing Chuhan into the city with an almost panic attitude, and sent a clever subordinate to lead the way, and accompanied Jing Chuhan to find the best inn in the city.

It is said to be an inn, but it is actually a larger residential building. It looks clean. Jing Chuhan took out a silver coin and threw it to the soldiers. Cultivators generally do not want to form karma, which may hinder the advancement, and Jing Chuhan is the same.Anyway, silver is nothing to monks, it is very easy to get this thing, a piece of low-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for several ingots of white silver, Jing Chuhan doesn't care about such a small amount of money.

After confirming the room and asking the inn to deliver hot water, Jing Chuhan cast a small spell after taking a bath, made himself a warm and clean bed and lay down in it. He fell into a deep sleep as soon as he touched the pillow after sleepless days.

At the last moment before he lost consciousness, he was still thinking. He didn't expect that he had experienced so many things, and the most useful ones in the end were the little spells he learned for avoiding laziness and coveting comfort.