I cultivate immortals by drawing cards

Hearing the sound, Han Wenye hurriedly held down the Ruoshui sword, but was stopped by the sword spirit Ying Rong.

"It's your master." After Jian Ling Ying Rong finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Han Wenye opened the door carefully, and saw Lian Yundan lying upside down covered in blood.

"Master!" Han Wenye didn't expect that Lian Yundan would be labeled like this when he disappeared for a while.

"Cough, cough, cough." Lian Yundan coughed, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and was about to drink.

"Anytime, still drink!" The sword spirit Yingrong flew to Han Wenye's defensive formation, and a large pile of spirit stones flew out with a wave of his hand, like stars falling on Han Wenye's defensive formation.

Han Wenye was dazzled for a while, and after he realized it, he found that his room had been protected by a high-level defensive formation.

Han Wenye knew that now was not the time to feel sorry for Lingshi, so he found life-saving pills from the magic bag, but none of them were expensive.

"It's in my gourd, it's from Zhihan." Lian Yundan coughed and said.

"Wine gourd?" Han Wenye looked at Lian Yundan in surprise, waiting for him to pick up the wine gourd and pour out a golden pill.

Han Wenye knew at a glance that it was the fifth-rank top life-sustaining pill, so he hurriedly fed it to Lian Yundan.

Lianyundan itself is a wood-type single spiritual root, and its vitality is still very tenacious. After taking the elixir, Han Wenye took out a golden cup and put Lianyundan in it.

The wood spirit stone is made by Lian Yundan himself, and it is also a top-grade wood spirit stone.

"That's my... wife Ben... ahem." Lian Yundan was still reluctant to use it, Jianling Yingrong asked Han Wenye to throw the spirit stone into the golden cup with no expression on his face.

It was the first time for Han Wenye to see a high-grade spirit stone here, only to see a strong, water-like spiritual energy continuously churning, and finally swallowed Lian Yundan's whole body.

"It's all right." After observing for a while, Jianling Yingrong said.

"My master, this is...?" Han Wenye looked at Ying Rong, the sword spirit, a little afraid to say.

"He's at the middle stage of Jindan, and his sword intent has reached the peak of a great sword master. Your Zhengxuan sect can beat him like this, only the Patriarch Qie at the late stage of Yuanying." Sword Spirit Ying Rong After speaking, he looked at Han Wenye with deep meaning in his eyes and said: "This master of your sect, since Yuanying couldn't step through, has become more and more crazy. You should stay away from him in the future."

"Then you don't have to hit my master like this." Han Wenye said angrily.

Jianling Ying Rong pondered for a while, and said: "Let's wait for Lian Yundan to wake up and ask what the explanation is."

"That's the only way to go." Han Wenye said this, and he still didn't rest at night to help protect the law.

"Sure enough, it's good to have an apprentice." By the next morning, Lian Yundan was able to get up from the golden cup, and first gulped himself several sips of wine.

"Master, your injuries are not fully healed yet." Han Wenye said with a frown.

"It's nothing, I'm using wine to relieve the pain." Lian Yundan got up from the golden cup by himself, and he didn't ask Han Wenye where the golden cup came from, but just glanced at Ying Rong, the sword spirit, and the two exchanged eyes.

"Tell me, I'm going out to fetch water and plant the land." Han Wenye opened the door and went out after saying that. The sword spirit Yingrong asked him to bring the Jinghe Sword, firstly for self-defense, and secondly to avoid suspicion.

When Han Wenye came down from the mountain, many people saw him on the road, their eyes changed from strange to awe and envy, and some people tried to talk to Han Wenye.

Han Wenye kept walking, answered a few words lightly, and then entered the Lingchi.

When he got to the spirit pool, the startled sword spirit floated out, looked around, and helped Han Wenye fill up the spirit water as soon as he raised his hand.

"No, I can do it myself." Han Wenye said with a smile to the Jinghe Sword Spirit.

The Jinghe Sword Spirit nodded to him very gently.

Han Wenye smiled, he didn't spend much time with the girl, and now he felt that Ying Rong, the sword spirit, was coming.

After waiting for Han Wenye to finish carrying the water and finish the work, Lian Yundan opened the door and came out of the house.

"I'm going out to do some errands, so don't run around these days." Lian Yundan said and handed Han Wenye a goggle for self-defense.

"No, I have a magic weapon for protection. Master, you are injured, so you should carry this magic weapon yourself." Han Wenye said hastily.

"Okay, he is looking for Dan Zhihan, nothing will happen." The voice of Ying Rong, the sword spirit, came from behind.

Lian Yundan smiled, stepped on the sword and flew away.

"That person won't attack my master, right?" Han Wenye was still worried that Lian Yundan would fly halfway, and be murdered by that old ancestor.

"No, the ancestor of your sect is not in a good situation now, and he won't make another move if he doesn't succeed in one blow, and he also spent a lot of energy on dealing with Lian Yundan, so I'm afraid he won't come out to make trouble for a while " Jianling Yingrong said softly.

Only then did Han Wenye feel relieved, but he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and said, "I remember that as long as you cultivate your base and build your foundation, you can go down the mountain to practice on your own, right?"

Sword spirit Ying Rong glanced at Han Wenye and said with a smile, "What? You don't want to stay here anymore?"

"A little bit, I always feel that the atmosphere of this sect is not good." Han Wenye said with a sigh.

"Then I'll take you to the Four Immortals after you build the foundation." Sword Spirit Ying Rong said with a smile.

"Four Immortals? Didn't you say that geniuses who are not cultivators can't get in?" Han Wenye felt a little yearning when he heard the title.

"It's not that exaggerated, and with your current conditions, I'm afraid it would be a good idea to enter any sect." Sword Spirit Ying Rong looked at Han Wenye and said.

Han Wenye thought about it too. Now that he has two water and wood spiritual roots, one is more powerful than the other, and he has many magic weapons on him. The most important thing is that he also has a card drawing system.

If he went down the mountain and quietly opened a shop by himself, drawing cards while earning spirit stones, he might be able to quickly improve his cultivation.

"In this way, you don't need to go to the Four Immortals School. It depends on the face of the person." Han Wenye made up his mind, smiled and said a few words to Ying Rong, the sword spirit, and then went to practice swords again.

Han Wenye went to the back mountain to practice swords, and he was surprised that Sword Spirit and Sword Spirit Ying Rong had been talking about something, waiting for Han Wenye to finish practicing, and Sword Spirit Ying Rong came back to his senses.

"You are practicing the most authentic Spring Water Promise Sword Art of your sect?" Ying Rong, the sword spirit, could tell right away.

"Well, I got a book of exercises that was this sword technique, and that's why I came to the Zhengxuan sect." Han Wenye didn't hide much from Ying Rong, the sword spirit.

"That's good, this sword technique was passed down earlier, so it can be practiced." Ying Rong, the sword spirit, mentioned a few things to pay attention to when practicing.

Sword spirit Yingrong is a powerful swordsman, a few casual words are enough for Han Wenye to digest.

Han Wenye also worked hard, and practiced cross-legged when he returned to the house. Only when he was about to rest could he swallow the moon and play with Danhuogou for a while.

Waiting to get up in the morning to fetch water and plant the land again.

Dongqing came to Han Wenye and said that the fire thorns would be harvested in about a month, and when the fire thorns were harvested, his master would stop letting Han Wenye grow things and let him concentrate on cultivation.

Han Wenye nodded. He planned to plant other things after the wasteland was vacated.

It was planned like this, Han Wenye farmed in the morning during the day, and went to the back mountain to practice swords in the afternoon and evening, and the sword spirit Ying Rong stopped talking to Jing He, and instead paid attention to Han Wenye's sword practice.

When it's time to withdraw the sword, Ying Rong, the sword spirit, will make some suggestions and requests.

Every time Sword Spirit Yingrong mentioned something to Han Wenye, it would benefit Han Wenye a lot within a few days, and then he would work hard in that direction.

His sword technique itself was created entirely for people with water and wood spiritual roots, although it is faster and more effective to cultivate with a single spiritual root.

However, Han Wenye's dual spiritual roots are very good in aptitude, and his cultivation is only slower than that of a single spiritual root, but his attack power is much stronger.

"That's right, you can practice to this level within a month, which shows that you have put your heart into it." It was a month since the first time I heard Ying Rong's praise from Sword Spirit.

Han Wenye nodded, tidied up, and went to prepare for the harvest of fire thorns.

When the fire thorns were planted, they were the size of a fist, but now they have matured to the size of a football. Moreover, the fire aura is very unstable, and it might explode.

That impact is enough to injure a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Han Wenye knew that if he refined Fire Tribulus, he could make a high-attack pill, Explosive Flame Pill, which was very powerful.

He didn't know what Uncle Tu planted the fire thorns for, and he didn't ask any more questions, but silently helped Uncle Tu put away the fire thorns.

"If it wasn't for your great cultivation aptitude, I would definitely snatch you here and farm with me." Uncle Tu saw that the growth of fire thorns was beyond his imagination, and smiled and stuffed two bags to Han Wenye.

Han Wenye opened one and saw a bunch of separated seeds inside, and the other bag contained medium-grade water spirit stones and wood spirit stones worth 500 yuan each.

"This...how did this happen." Han Wenye was startled by the Lingshi.

"The spirit stone was given to you by your master. I'm not so rich." Uncle Tu laughed and said, "Speaking of which, it was your master who asked me to take care of you and find you some other work to do." , as long as you leave the medicine field."

"I see." Han Wenye was more and more moved.

"This bag is all kinds of medicinal herb seeds I got. You have a good talent for farming, so you can keep it for yourself." Uncle Tu said and left with fire thorns.

Han Wenye took a look at the seeds. There were some good-grade seeds, which were also good things.

"I'll turn over the land tomorrow and plant the seeds." Han Wenye muttered.

"Return the seed?" came the voice of Sword Spirit Ying Rong from behind, saying: "I thought you should make some preparations for your foundation establishment."

"It's too early for me to build the foundation?" Han Wenye asked in surprise.

"It's getting late, you are already at the tenth level of Qi training, it's time to start preparing for foundation building." After speaking, Ying Rong pointed Han Wenye's forehead.

A chill came over with a strong sword intent, followed by the voice of the sword spirit Yingrong: "I need this part of my consciousness for some things, and I need to leave you for a few days. Be careful yourself."

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