A Will Eternal

As soon as the wooden sword fell into the pot, there was no special change, Bai Xiaochun let out a small murmur, widened his eyes unwillingly, and stared at the wooden sword carefully.

But after waiting for a long time, nothing strange happened. Bai Xiaochun thought for a while, looked at the patterns on the tortoise-patterned pot, then looked at the wood ashes in the stove, thoughtfully, turned around and left the room, When he came back after a while, there were a few more pieces of wood in his hand that were the same as those in the stove before.

This wood is not particularly common in the stove room, and he still asked Fatty Zhang to ask for some.

When Bai Xiaochun lit the wood, Bai Xiaochun immediately saw the first stripe road on the turtle-patterned pot, and it became bright again, and the wood fire burned rapidly and gradually extinguished.

Bai Xiaochun took a few steps back, and after a while, the light dissipated, and he immediately felt a fierce meaning coming from the pot.

He took a deep breath, approached carefully, saw the wooden sword in the pot, and there was a dazzling silver pattern similar to Lingmi. This pattern was slowly fading, and finally became dark silver!

The entire sword body is slightly different from before. Although it is still wood, it gives people a sense of sharpness of metal. Bai Xiaochun's eyes lit up. He stepped forward and cautiously took out the wooden sword. At that time, there was even a feeling of coldness.

"It's done, this wooden sword has successfully refined the spirit once." Bai Xiaochun was overjoyed, holding the wooden sword and loving it, looked at the pot again, thinking about what to do with this thing, and finally decided to put it here, the more so, The more nobody cares.

As for the spiritual rice, just eat it, and the wooden sword can't be seen easily. Bai Xiaochun thought that covering it with some dye might reduce the light of the spiritual pattern.

Thinking of this, he tidyed up, walked out of the house, and pretended to be nothing, until a few nights later, he brushed some of the various juices from the stove room collected during the day on the wooden sword, making the wooden sword It looked colorful and tattered, and then he manipulated it again and found that the spirit pattern was indeed covered a lot, and it was no longer so obvious, and then nodded with satisfaction.

In the days that followed, Bai Xiaochun was like a fish in water in this fire stove, getting along with a few senior brothers, and became familiar with the work of the fire stove. Fire, two-color fire, he also understood that the wood under the tortoise-pattern pot was the spiritual wood that produced one-color fire.

In particular, Fatty Zhang liked Bai Xiaochun very much here, and he took more care of him. After a few months, it was indeed as Fatty Zhang once said, making Bai Xiaochun gradually gain weight here.

Today, he is no longer the thin and thin he was when he first entered the sect. He has gained several laps of weight, but he is even more white. He looks more and more harmless to humans and animals, and he seems to be approaching the name Bai Jiubang.

As for the extra meal, he went through several times, but what troubled Bai Xiaochun was that his weight had increased, but his cultivation was always slow. Later, he simply stopped thinking about it, and ate and drank with a few senior brothers all day long. Zi Zai, I have heard a lot from Zhang Dafa in the past few months about many things in the sect, and have a certain understanding of the Lingxi sect.

Knowing that there are inner sect and outer sect disciples in the sect, if the handyman can cultivate to the third level of condensing qi, he can go to the trial road of each peak. If he succeeds, he can worship the peak of the trial. To become an outer disciple of this peak, and only to become an outer disciple, can it be regarded as stepping into the threshold of Lingxi Sect.

However, this matter is like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate. The trials of each peak only take the top three every month, so the number of people who become outer disciples at the end of the year is fixed.

On this day, Qi Fatty was supposed to go down the mountain to go shopping, but it was delayed due to some problems. Zhang Da Fatty waved his hand and asked Bai Xiaochun to go down the mountain. Bai Xiaochun hesitated for a while, thinking about not seeing Xu Baocai again for several months. Feeling uneasy, I went back to the room to take out seven or eight kitchen knives, and put on five or six pieces of leather jackets. The whole person almost turned into a ball.

But I still felt unsafe, so I found a sturdy pot and carried it on my back. Only then did I feel a sense of security. I staggered out of the stove and went down the mountain.

Walking on the bluestone road of the sect, Bai Xiaochun looked at the magnificent courtyard and attic all around, and a deep sense of superiority rose in his heart.

"Bai Xiaochun has gone through a gap, life is like a dream. I, Bai Xiaochun, have been cultivating for several months in this life. When I look back on the mundane world, I think of the village back then, full of sighs." He was wearing a black pot, and his body was covered in layers of leather jackets, like a tattered ball. He encountered many handymen on the way. After seeing him, they all looked sideways.

Especially a few female disciples, after seeing Bai Xiaochun, they were teased by his appearance and covered their mouths and chuckled. The laughter was like a silver bell, which was quite pleasant.

Bai Xiaochun's round face was slightly red, feeling that he was becoming more and more powerful, he coughed dryly, and walked forward with his head held high.

Not long after, he had not waited to get out of the handyman area of ​​the third peak, when he suddenly saw a lot of handymen in the distance, all of them looked excited and ran quickly in one direction, where the mountain road of the third peak was. On weekdays, it is a place where outer disciples haunt.

Gradually, more handymen were excited and ran one after another. This scene made Bai Xiaochun stunned for a moment. He quickly selected the thinnest boy from the crowd passing by and grabbed it.

"This junior brother, what happened? Why are you running there?" Bai Xiaochun asked curiously.

The young man was grabbed by the body, showing his displeasure, but after seeing the big black pot behind Bai Xiaochun, his eyes immediately showed envy and his expression softened.

"It turned out to be the senior brother of the fire kitchen. You should also go and have a look. I heard that among the outer disciples, Tianjiao Zhou Hong and Zhang Yide are fighting in the proving ground below the mountain. The two of them have some personal grudges. I heard that they are both condensing Qi Liu. It’s on the floor, and I have to take a look at this kind of viewing, maybe I can learn a thing or two and gain something.” After the young man explained, he was afraid that he would be late and would not have a seat, so he hurried forward.

Bai Xiaochun was very curious, so he also ran over, followed the flow of people, and left the utility area in a short time. When he reached the foot of the third peak, he saw a huge high platform there.

This high platform is a thousand feet in size. At this moment, there are countless handymen around it. There are even many figures on the mountain. The clothes are obviously luxurious.

As for the high platform, there are two young people at the moment, wearing the same luxurious robes, one with a scar on his face, the other with a face as white as jade.

The two of them had precious light shining on their bodies. In front of the scarred-faced youth was a small flag, which was automatic without wind. If an invisible hand grabbed and waved it, it formed a foggy tiger, and the sound of roaring was deafening.

As for the young man with a white face, a figure shuttled, and a small blue sword drew waves of spiritual marks, and roared away extremely flexibly.

Seeing this scene, Bai Xiaochun's eyes widened and he took a deep breath. He could also control the wooden sword, but it was difficult to compare with the young man with a jade-like face.

In particular, the two of them didn't seem to have much reservations when they shot, and they were murderous, and even quite dangerous several times, so that they had multiple wounds on their bodies. Although there was no vital point, they were shocking to see.

This is the first time Bai Xiaochun has seen a cultivator fighting, it is completely different from the immortals in his impression, that kind of ferocity and cruelty makes him tremble.

"Cultivating immortals...isn't it just for longevity, why fight and kill, what if you lose your life..." Bai Xiaochun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, when he saw Wuhu, who had transformed into a young flag with a scarred face, took a savage bite. Bai Xiaochun wiped the sweat from his forehead as he devoured the other person, and felt that it was too dangerous outside, so it would be safer to return to the stove.

Thinking of this, he quickly backed away, but just as he backed away, a loud roar came from not far away.

"Bai Xiaochun!!"

When Bai Xiaochun turned around, he immediately saw Xu Baocai, who had written the blood letter, rushing towards him with a grin on his face, a wooden sword in front of him emitting an unusual light, obviously not comparable to the condensed air, at this moment a line was drawn. The arc-shaped, not weak spiritual pressure, went straight to Bai Xiaochun.

Seeing the wooden sword approaching, Bai Xiaochun's pupils shrank, and immediately there was a strong crisis of life and death.

"This is going to kill me!" Realizing this, he let out a shrill scream and ran away.

"Killed, killed..." The voice was so loud that many handymen around heard it, and they all looked at each other in astonishment. Even Zhou Hong and Zhang Yide, who were fighting on the high platform, also paused for a while. You can see the sound waves are huge.

Even Xu Baocai was taken aback. He clearly just called the opponent's name and chased after him. The sword hadn't touched the opponent yet, but Bai Xiaochun's scream was as if he had stabbed a few holes in his body.

"Bai Xiaochun has the ability, don't run!" Xu Baocai's face was ashen, his teeth were itching with hatred, and he went straight to Bai Xiaochun to chase after him.

"If I had the ability, I would have killed you long ago, and I'm still a fart, killing, killing!" Bai Xiaochun screamed at a very fast speed, like a fat rabbit, and it was almost invisible in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, at the top of the mountain, there is a hanging pavilion, in which two monks, one middle and one old, are sitting opposite each other, playing chess with each other. The middle-aged is Li Qinghou, and the old man opposite him, Full of white hair, ruddy complexion, and there is a stream of light in his eyes. At first glance, he glanced down the mountain and laughed.

"Qinghou, the little baby you brought back is interesting."

"Let the sect master laugh, this character needs to be tempered a little more." Li Qinghou had a headache, and after dropping the chess piece, he shook his head and said.

"The children in the stove room are all arrogant and arrogant. It's not easy for this child to get along with them."

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