I rely on length to cultivate immortality

No. 8, Donggeng District.

Gui Wuyan's old body fell to the ground with his arms and legs spread out.

A soul fell into the house, and the illusory soul gradually appeared, with a small pointed bamboo shoot wrapped in the soul.

The bamboo shoot was as green as jade, and there was a terrifying vitality flowing in it.

The soul carefully placed the bamboo shoot on the table.

When the wooden table and the bamboo shoot came into contact, the dead wood came back to life, and new buds sprouted from the corners.

After doing all this, the soul drilled into the old body on the ground.

The soul returned to its place, and Gui Wuyan finally opened his eyes slowly.

He didn't care about the dust on his body. He got up and patted his face, then stared at the bamboo shoot on the table, and couldn't help but curl up his mouth, revealing a happy smile.

"Bamboo shoots of Wanshou bamboo? Where did you find them? You're lucky!"

A figure suddenly came, and Zhang Wanzhi appeared behind Gui Wuyan without knowing when.

Like Gui Wuyan, he stared at the bamboo shoot with a sharp gaze and shook his head: "It's a pity that there are no roots, otherwise I could let Lao Mo try to see if he can cultivate a longevity bamboo."

Speaking of this, he suddenly walked around in front of Gui Wuyan, stared at his face and asked:

"Where did you find this bamboo shoot? You didn't... go to Xianyin, did you?"

Gui Wuyan didn't say anything, didn't respond, even his eyes were like a deep pool, and there were no waves.

Zhang Wanzhi's face changed, and he wanted to say something but finally held back, shook his head and said: "Forget it, you keep this bamboo shoot, and wait for the bitch to come back and refine it into a longevity pill for you, which should extend your life by 300 years."

Then he scratched his head in annoyance: "It's boring to chat with you, and you have to ask and answer questions by yourself, as if I have a serious illness."

Gui Wuyan ignored him, and suddenly looked up at the sky, the pupils in his eyes seemed to melt, the black pupils and the whites of the eyes intertwined and flowed, forming a constantly rotating yin and yang fish pattern.

Zhang Wanzhi's face became serious, and he did not make any more noise to interrupt.

When the skills of the hexagram master reached a high level, when a major change that he was concerned about was about to happen, he could sometimes sense it in the dark and see a glimpse of the secret.

After a long time, Gui Wuyan's eyes returned to normal.

His face became a little ugly.

"What happened?" Zhang Wanzhi asked.

Gui Wuyan's face was full of hesitation and entanglement. He looked up at the bamboo shoots of the longevity bamboo on the table, lowered his head, looked up again, and lowered his head again...

Finally, he gritted his teeth, made up his mind, walked to the table, picked up the bamboo shoots and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Gui the mute, are you crazy!" Zhang Wanzhi was anxious and snatched the bamboo shoots, "If you don't make pills and take them directly, you can only increase your life by 30 years!"

Gui Wuyan showed an anxious look on his face and pointed to the only half black hair left on his head.

Zhang Wanzhi frowned: "You have something important to tell me, but you don't have enough life to tell it?"

Gui Wuyan nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Wanzhi sighed, took out a medicine bottle from the storage bag, and poured out the only transparent pill in the bottle.

"This Duotian Pill can extend your life by fifty years, but if you take too many longevity pills of the same level, the effect will be greatly reduced, and it may only extend your life by ten or twenty years..."

Gui Wuyan showed a look of surprise, and raised his eyebrows, as if to say: Why didn't you take out this good thing earlier?

"What difference does it make if I give it to you earlier? It's nothing more than being squandered by you earlier. You won't be content until you are about to die... Take it."

Gui Wuyan took the Duotian Pill, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.

Among his white hair, more than a dozen suddenly turned black.

The panic and anxiety on his face were instantly restrained, and he became as calm as at the beginning.

Zhang Wanzhi was stunned for a moment, and came to his senses: "Did you do it on purpose? Did you calculate that I had this Duotian Pill?"

Gui Wuyan smiled but said nothing.

He couldn't bear to eat the bamboo shoots of the Wanshou bamboo, which could extend his life by 300 years, but he just pretended to do it for Zhang Wanzhi.

The purpose was to make Zhang Wanzhi take out the Duotian Pill.

Zhang Wanzhi raised his lips with a fake smile: "I hope the information you provided is worth my Duotian Pill, otherwise..."

He glanced at the bamboo shoots of the Wanshou bamboo next to him.

Gui Wuyan took out a pen and paper, wrote a few words on the paper, and handed it to Zhang Wanzhi.

When Zhang Wanzhi's eyes fell on the paper, three of Gui Wuyan's dozen black hairs turned white again.

There was a sentence written on the paper: He will have a disaster on this trip!

"He? Who? You wrote it down, can't you write a name by the way? You mutes like to play guessing games so much?" Zhang Wanzhi was just tricked, and he was angry and cursed.

But even if he cursed, he had roughly guessed that the person who could attract Gui Wuyan's attention and be related to them was probably Li Xiuchang.

"This trip? Is he going out?"

"I'll ask him when he comes back."

"By the way, give him a magic weapon to keep him safe."

...

The outer market of Xianchen Sect.

Li Xiuchang had just finished shopping and bought some healing pills and some second-level talismans.

There was no way, he found that the talismans were too cheap, and compared with other combat treasures, the cost performance was much higher.

As for the magic weapons, Li Xiuchang hesitated for a long time and didn't buy anything.

The price of middle and low-grade magic weapons was extremely cheap, but he didn't like them. With his current body refining cultivation, these middle and low-grade magic weapons were not as good as his own body in terms of defense or attack.

The high-grade and top-grade magic weapons were good, but the price was also higher.

Moreover, the top-grade and top-grade magic tools are for foundation-building cultivators. Li Xiuchang, a second-level physical cultivator, mainly relies on physical combat, so it is difficult for him to exert the full power of magic tools.

Instead of buying magic tools with spirit stones, it is better to buy more second-level talismans.

From this, it can be seen that the low price of talismans caused by the internal circulation of talisman masters has even affected the market of other commodities.

"I have to buy a set of soul-controlling equipment. If there is a chance during this trip, I can capture some ghosts and bring them back."

The more ghosts, the better. No matter how many, the better.

However, it is not easy to buy equipment for soul-controlling masters. This skill is too unpopular, and even the refiners rarely refine related tools.

Li Xiuchang can only wander around in the market to see if he can find it.

Xianchen Sect Market, as the largest market north of Xianyin, has countless shops and stalls, and it takes a lot of time to go shopping.

While walking around, Li Xiuchang suddenly saw Pang Yuanfu coming towards him from the front.

Next to him stood a burly middle-aged man, who was only at the second level of Qi training.

Pang Yuanfu and the burly middle-aged man walked side by side, talking as they walked.

Li Xiuchang opened his mouth and was about to say hello, when he saw the burly middle-aged man suddenly raised his hand and slapped Pang Yuanfu on the back of his head, still cursing.

Li Xiuchang swallowed the greeting that was about to come to his mouth, and it was too late to pretend that he didn't see it, because Pang Yuanfu had already seen him.

For a moment, the two looked at each other, and they were a little embarrassed.

Li Xiuchang was still a little puzzled in his heart, who dared to disrespect Pang Yuanfu, an inner disciple, in the market of Xianchen Sect?

Then he heard Pang Yuanfu explain with a wry smile: "This is my father."

Oh, that's okay.