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Having obtained what he wanted from the head of the sect, Bai Qiuran happily left the main peak of Qingming and returned to the Seven Star Peak where he lived.
But during the time Bai Qiuran left, there seemed to be an unexpected visitor in the courtyard. When he came outside the other courtyard, Bai Qiuran felt the uncomfortable cold atmosphere emanating from the other courtyard.
He stopped at the yard gate for a while, then pushed open the gate without fear, walked into his bedroom, and saw the uninvited guest standing in front of his bed.
"It really is you, Xue Ling."
Looking at the blue-faced young man in a white robe in front of him, Bai Qiuran sighed.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Bai Qiuran."
The young man named Xue Ling looked at him with a blank face.
"Your time is approaching."
Bai Qiuran's face turned cold, and the two stared at each other in silence.
After a while, he scratched his white hair a little irritably, and replied:
"Gah, why is it this day againOkay, okay, I see, you go back."
But Xue Ling did not leave, but stayed where he was, and continued:
"It's been more than three thousand years, you should give up, right?"
"Give up what?"
Bai Qiuran insisted:
"A person who cultivates the Tao should persevere and be brave and diligent! Although you are impermanent in the ghost world, why do you always think about persuading strangers to give up their lives?"
That's right, Xue Ling is one of the messengers of impermanence who is responsible for arresting souls under the command of Yan Luo, the king of the underworld.
As a member who brings death to the world and maintains the order of heaven and earth, unless Xue Ling is willing, people cannot see the soul arrester, even if they are cultivators who embark on the journey of immortality.
The entire Qingming Sword Sect, except for Bai Qiuran, who is about to die, and the elder Zhu Feng, who is closing the death gate and preparing to attack the catastrophe, and already has some fairy spirit in him, even Jueyunzi He also couldn't sense Xue Ling's existence.
As the spirit restrainer, Xue Ling and Bai Qiuran are old acquaintances. Although Bai Qiuran is unparalleled in strength and can kill even a fairy beast in the sky, he is still a monk in the Qi refining period.
Even though a monk in the Qi refining period is powerful and invincible, there are always a few hurdles that cannot be avoided, and lifespan is one of the most important ones.
A monk in the qi refining period, even if he can survive, can live for at most three or four hundred years. At this age, if he can't refine qi into essence and succeed in building a foundation, his body will only wither away and his soul will be imprisoned. The soul messenger is detained in the underworld, waiting for the next opportunity.
But as a monk in the Qi refining period, Bai Qiuran is the most distinctive one among them. First of all, the endless zhenqi in his body ensures that his body is stronger than that of ordinary immortals and will never decay, and he is a wood-type spiritual root at the level of the heavenly spirit root. This kind of spiritual root has one advantage, In addition to practicing Wood Attributes to get twice the result with half the effort, it can also ensure that the body can fully absorb the medicinal properties of the elixir, and can use some elixir with a limited number of uses without restriction.
And cultivators can refine a kind of elixir called Longevity Pill. The refining method of this elixir is extremely simple. Every time you eat it, it can increase your lifespan by five years. It is limited, so it is generally used by those monks who are approaching their deadlines to make a last-ditch effort.
But Bai Qiuran did not have this restriction, so he relied on the longevity pill to extend his life for a thousand years.
The first time Bai Qiuran and Xue Ling met was more than 2,000 years ago, when Bai Qiuran was about to die for the first time. Among the ruins left behind, there was no way to refine the longevity pill, so Xue Ling, as a little ghost who had just become a soul arrester, came to arrest his soul.
At that time, Bai Qiuran also happened to feel that he was about to break through, so with the dream of building a foundation, he fought hard, not only getting rid of the soul-holding chains made by the rules of the underworld, but also beating Xue Ling violently.
Xue Ling is also a dead-headed person, he pursued Bai Qiuran persistently for several months, until this guy swallowed a new batch of longevity pills, and returned to the ghost world unwillingly.
The two formed a bond like this. For more than two thousand years, whenever Bai Qiuran's life was about to die, Xue Ling would come out to trouble him. Hundreds of years ago, the ghost world dispatched a large number of soul arresting envoys and judges to cooperate with Xue Ling's operation, but after still failing to capture Bai Qiuran, the ghost world gradually gave up its plan to use strong methods to capture Bai Qiuran's soul.
Currently Xue Ling, basicallyIt became Bai Qiuran's lifespan alarm clock, and whenever his deadline was approaching, the soul-restraining messenger would come to remind him that it was time to refine the Longevity Pill.
"Don't even think about it. Your sea of ??qi is infinitely many times that of ordinary people, and the same is true for true qi. Foundation building requires the concentration of true qi and the transformation of true qi into essence. With so much true qi, you really want to refine a piece of it in your body. Can the True Yuan Sea come?"
Xue Ling said coldly:
"Give up, there is no foundation building pill with such medicinal power in the world, you should follow me back to the ghost world obediently, the immortal emperor said, as long as you die, he will make you the king of the ghost world, and lead the ten palaces of sinisters."
"don't want!"
Bai Qiuran resolutely refused:
"I just want to build a foundation!"
"Hmph, you know the old rules anyway."
Xue Ling squinted at him.
"If the time comes and you don't find a way to extend your life, I will come and arrest your soul."
"Let's go, let's go."
Bai Qiuran waved his hands impatiently.
"Stay here with me, are you free?"
Seeing Bai Qiuran's appearance, Xue Ling had no intention of talking nonsense with him. He turned around and walked to the side of the room. Then his figure gradually blurred and disappeared into the corner of the room.
But Bai Qiuran fell down on his bed all of a sudden, resting his head on his arms, staring at the ceiling of the bed's mosquito net in a daze.
This kind of life has been going on ever since master Taoist Qingming ascended to the ascension.
As a monk in the Qi refining period, he has struggled with the bottleneck of foundation establishment every year for three thousand years.
Every year, the end is approaching, and every year I have to rely on the longevity pill to continue to live.
Those who had placed high hopes on him at the beginning, some ascended, some failed to cross the catastrophe, and some fell in the battle with others, and those who wanted to harm him and the Qingming Sword Sect all died in the sky. None of his men survived.
And this kind of living condition also prevented him from enjoying the happiness that a cultivator can enjoy in the long life of a cultivator.
No Taoist couple, no fame, he watched the seniors and sisters whom he had a crush on when he first fell in love became immortal couples with others, but he was alone for three thousand years, and he couldn't even ride the sword and ride the wind.
He took off the red robes of his direct disciples, refused to be the head of the Qingming Sword Sect and the Supreme Elder, and came to the most remote Seven Star Peak alone, living alone.
He has practiced Qi refining for three thousand years, just to achieve success and build a foundation.
"Ah, what a hassle."
Scratching his waist impatiently, Bai Qiuran lay on the bed and murmured:
"Looks like this time I'm going down the mountain, I still have to look for the medicinal materials of longevity pill." (Remember the website address of this site: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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