Longevity Cultivation: This Old Sixth Is Too Stubborn

A year has passed.

Ning Chuan can be described as reclusive.

Except for the disciples of the medicinal herb pavilion who come to collect herbs every six months, no one comes to the herb garden.

During this period, Deacon Wang also returned to the herb garden, but he stayed in a hurry for a few days, took some herbs and left again.

According to Deacon Wang, it was to refine some medicinal pills for the head Bai Qinghe and the elders to help them break through the realm of first-class masters.

Naturally, Ning Chuan didn't care about this kind of thing and continued to live in his small world.

But what is worth mentioning is that because Ning Chuan took good care of the herb garden this year, the Medicine Pill Pavilion specially gave three blood refining pills.

And Ning Chuan finally had a sense of breath after a year of ascetic cultivation, but the sword-drawing technique still did not make any progress.

This situation also made Ning Chuan helplessly sigh, how inferior is his qualifications?

Those handymen disciples all had a hint of inner strength, but he had only just felt a sense of qi after a year of hard work.

People are more dead than people, and goods are thrown away.

Although Ning Chuan was secretly complaining about his aptitude, thinking of his immortality and endless longevity, this frustration was also forgotten.

But until one day half a year later, something happened enough to make Ning Chuan ecstatic.

....

Here's the thing.

On this day, Ning Chuan also took care of the herb garden as usual.

Just when weeding, he accidentally cut his finger, and a drop of blood fell on a herb.

However, Ning Chuan didn't take it seriously when he cut his finger.

But when he woke up the next day, he found that his injured finger was healed, and there was no scar!

This made Ning Chuan wonder if he really cut his finger yesterday?

Although Ning Chuan had some doubts in his heart, he didn't think much about it, but when he was taking care of the herb garden again, he suddenly found that a herb in the herb garden turned out to be ten years old.

Ning Chuan is sure that no one knows better than him the year of growth of all the herbs in the herb garden.

He was even more certain that there were no ten-year-old herbs in the herb garden.

Because once a certain herb reaches ten years, it will be taken away by the Medicine Pill Pavilion.

And he has been taking care of the herb garden for a year and a half. Ning Chuan knows better than anyone whether there are ten years old herbs in the herb garden.

…….

Inside the herb garden!

Ning Chuan squatted half-squatting, staring at a ten-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in front of him.

A pair of eyes turned from initial surprise to fiery, and even his face began to distort gradually due to the uncontrollable excitement in his heart.

"This Ganoderma lucidum...?"

Ning Chuan's body was trembling, and his eyes when he looked at this ten-year-old Ganoderma lucidum were flickering violently.

Because yesterday!

Just yesterday!

It was here that he cut his fingers while weeding.

And a strand of blood dripped on the ground!

Ning Chuan tried hard to recall the picture of his finger being cut yesterday, and his blood was dripping on this Ganoderma lucidum.

suddenly!

A ray of enlightenment crossed Ning Chuan's mind!

Immortality?

Endless life?

my blood?

Ten years of Lingzhi?

boom!

Like nine days of thunder, it is like the waves of the vast sea are coming!

Ning Chuan's brain roared, and the whole person was shocked in place, as if he had turned into a mud puppet and stood still!

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

The space seemed to freeze at this moment.

Ning Chuan didn't react at all, and even his eyes were frozen to the extreme.

a long time!

Whirring whirring!

Ning Chuan's mouth was full of rough air.

His sluggish eyes gradually resumed fluctuations, but his eyes turned red, and he stared at the ten-year-old Lingzhi in front of him.

"I'm such a bum!"

next moment.

Ning Chuan burst out with a foul language, and even wished he could slap his face twice.

Understood!

Ning Chuan finally got it!

turn out to be!

His blood can give birth to the growth year of herbs!

yes!

Immortal life, endless life!

The blood in his body also contains vitality, which can naturally give birth to herbs!

Figure out the key.

Ning Chuan really wanted to call himself an idiot.

It took him a year and a half to discover such a simple truth.

If he hadn't accidentally cut his finger and blood dripped on this Ganoderma lucidum, I'm afraid he didn't know when he would find out the secret.

joy.

excited. ,

ecstatic.

Ning Chuan even reached a state of madness, and wanted to laugh at the sky, but he tried his best to restrain his extreme excitement.

calm!

You give me stability!

In the midst of extreme excitement and madness, Ning Chuan kept telling himself to calm down and not to attract the attention of others because of his complacence.

finally!

After a full cup of tea, Ning Chuan calmed down from the extreme excitement.

And he found an extremely serious problem!

The year that your own blood can give birth to herbs!

If this is known...

A mortal with endless immortality and longevity!

A mortal whose blood in his body can give birth to a year of herbal medicine!

hiss!

Ning Chuan took a deep breath.

Feeling a basin of cold water pouring on his head, the ecstasy in his heart just now disappeared completely, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.

Don't say that there are immortals and demons in this world.

It's just that if these martial arts sects knew the secrets of him, they would have to chop him up to eat meat and drink soup!

Gou!

Must go!

You must be yourself!

Only when you are invincible in the world can you have the strength to fear nothing.

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