take care of yourself

The Sword of Rescuing the World is two feet seven long, and the sword spirit staying in the sea of ​​consciousness is two inches seven. Yingyao's Nascent Soul was not as long as it was before, holding the sword like a child holding a spear. suitable.

Jiusujian circled around Ying Yao's sea of ​​consciousness, came back and said to him, "Your sea of ​​consciousness is almost five times bigger."

Before coming to Xixue Mountain, Ying Yao had already stayed in the half-step Nascent Soul realm for ten years. He built his foundation early, although he had no money to take Tiancaidibao to assist in his cultivation, it was not too late to form a pill among his peers. Half a step of Nascent Soul is enough for him to travel all over the world and subsidize his family, so he is not in a hurry to transform into a baby, so he slowly polishes the golden core and asks his heart.

Later, the cultivation base of the golden alchemy was melted away by Zhuo Yuanshan's medicine, and the alchemy was not as round as it was after thousands of hammers and hundreds of mills, which also affected the size of the opened sea of ​​consciousness and the nascent soul, but after this experience, the Taoist heart became more tenacious , the Nascent Soul born was more solid and vivid than Ying Yao estimated, and the size was not so important.

After all, I have never heard of other ways to change the shape of the Nascent Soul apart from being promoted to the God of Transformation, and the size of the Nascent Soul is only related to whether the aura is abundant or not, and whether the golden core is round or not. This stage of becoming a god infused him with cultivation.

But this is not a long-term solution. If he is used to sitting back and enjoying the benefits, then he can only become the next Ying Yige, and he will never have a chance to do so.

Ying Yao sat up from the bed. He felt that his waist was extremely weak and his legs were sore. He couldn't help but frowned, and almost moaned, but fortunately the bed was soft enough, and this discomfort was not called torture. .

o Ying Yao decided not to worry about it, he said "huh" and answered Zhuo Yuanshan's question: "It would be better if Uncle Zhuo Shi didn't ask me which is more comfortable than practicing sword."

While talking, he took out the World-Saving Sword and a set of sword robes from the mustard ring, invoked spiritual energy to relieve the sore waist and weak legs, and lifted the quilt to get out of bed, Zhuo Yuanshan raised his hand and pressed him down without warning. go back.

Ying Yao sat back on the bed, before raising his head to look at Zhuo Yuanshan, the sword spirit of Salvation Sword quickly jumped into the body, trying to pull back: "My Yao, hold back, you can't beat him , and will be thrown to bed after the beating."

The sword cultivator slapped his sword on his leg unhappily: "...Whose sword are you? It's fine to brush the lion hair of that ruthless sword cultivator, but you still have to touch the Nascent Soul of Zhuo Motou! The color sword of forgetting righteousness!"

Jiusujian fought back forcefully: "Don't think that I haven't read the script of "Jianglan Youqingyueruqing" written by you, you dirty-minded swordsman!"

When Ying Yao was so poor that he could not afford to eat, he wrote a storybook called "Jianglan Youqingyue Wuqing". The romance of the sword of Tao, which is full of Ying Yao's desire for something for nothing——

He wrote the spiritual wisdom of Youqingdao sword into a human form, and let it go out to work during the day and come back to do sword repair at night.

That is to say, I know that the sword has not yet given birth to spiritual wisdom, otherwise he guesses that he has not finished writing a line, and he will be scolded bloody by his own sword.

Ying Yao knew he was wrong, and hurriedly picked up the Jiusu Sword from his lap, and touched its scabbard flatteringly.

Zhuo Yuanshan took out a box of sword robes from his mustard ring and put them on the ground, and asked Ying Yao gently: "Which one does Ah Yao like? I'll help you put it on."

Xixue Mountain has many treasures, and Zhuo Yuan Mountain is famous among monks for its wealth. Ying Yao looked down and found a sword robe that was not a top-grade one in the box. I picked a favorite for myself.

The sword cultivator is not white enough, and he is always wandering around. He wears a plain black robe with at most a circle of decorations on the cuffs all year round. After wearing it for a long time, he always feels awkward wearing other colors, so he chose a black sword robe.

Zhuo Yuanshan helped him lift his sleeves and fasten his belt, and seemed to want to spoon-feed him the rice beside the bed, when suddenly a messenger flew in and told him that Faxiu, who claimed to be surnamed Lin, was bringing Jianchi When Jian came to see him, he pointed to the bowl of white porridge, which was full of spiritual energy just by looking at him, and left Ying Yao behind in a hurry.

Ying Yao looked at Zhuo Yuanshan's back thoughtfully.

There are very few dharma cultivators who can use swords, and there are even fewer candidates with the surname Lin. A name popped up in Ying Yao's mind, and then he shook his head, thinking: Even if all the suzerains come, it has nothing to do with me. Why don't we take advantage of him? Not going to practice swords anymore.

He took the Jiusu sword back from the bed, picked up the porridge bowl and drank it clean, moved his hands and feet, and went out with the Jiusu sword to find a place to practice swords.

The suzerain surnamed Lin asked Zhuo Yuanshan for a chance to enter the sword pool for his nephew, and brought an almost equivalent elixir, Zhuo Yuanshan naturally agreed.

The suzerain surnamed Lin got his wish, and took his nephew on the way home. Zhuo Yuanshan watched people finish counting the elixir he brought, half a month later, he thought of Ying Yao after finishing his business, and went back to his room with an escape technique. In the middle, I saw Ying Yao sitting in the pavilion in the yard, worrying about the sword intent he left on the four pillars.

"This is a Lingbi that can't be exchanged for a catty of genius and earth treasures," Jiu Sujian mumbled, "How many copies of "Jianglan Youqingyueruqing" do you have to sell to pay for it."

Ying Yao asked suspiciously: "Actually, you want to see it yourself?"