The Gate Of Good Fortune

"I do have the basis for alchemy, Jade Jane, but I won't give it to you. I'm not impatient, it's for your own good. Though you're dressed as an old man, I'm sure you won't be over twenty years old. Under the age of twenty, you can cultivate the eight levels of gas gathering, although not a genius, in this place of Pingzhou, it is not easy.

With your progress, you will be able to leave Pingzhou in the future, and with your own efforts and opportunities, you will not necessarily be able to achieve Xuandan. If you have a heart and a heart to drill Dan Dao, I'm afraid it will only be true for the rest of your life. Dan Dao, you can learn if you want to. Listen to me. ”

Ningcheng thought of his Xuan Huang Zhu, and said with some reluctance, "Senior, I am sure that I will not delay the cultivation. ”

The old man smiled slightly, "Any monk who wants alchemy has this certainty. Dan Lane and Vessel Lane are ultimately trails, but also for cultivation services. No one is willing to go to Alchemy if not to advance to a higher level. But everyone is blinded by this path. Since it's all about cultivation, why not put all your energy above cultivation? If one day you look at the mountains and the Dan Master doesn't dare to give you alchemy? And the refiner wouldn't dare to help you? ”

Ningcheng suddenly got hot when he heard about it. He was the first person to hear that Dan Dao was a trail and the organ trail was a trail. But he felt that the old man was right. If one day he looked at the mountains, which Dan master wouldn't dare to give him alchemy?

But how can he see the mountains without Dan Yao? Just got up in a hot mood and cooled down again.

Lao Zheng seemed to know that Ningcheng's mind was general, and once again he said not slowly, "The world's really powerful Dan medicine is not made by man, but is born. If one day you can find these innate spirits, they're millions of times more powerful than any Dan drug. If you can't get rid of dandruff by practicing with artificially refined dandrug alone, you will always have to be a second-class figure. Dan medicine is an aid to practice, not an end. ”

“The seniors mean that as long as they are practitioners, there is no need to go to Alchemy?” Ningcheng questioned.

The old man shook his head again and said, "No, it's just that you're not fit for alchemy. You're just a bulwark. Even if you're qualified, what's wrong with you? The prerequisite for alchemy is a lot of spiritual grass for you to practice, and second, there is a fire and excellent opportunity. You don't have any. If you're just going to Alchemy for promotion, you're going in the wrong direction. If you want alchemy, you can come to me when you feel you can no longer improve. But I'm sure you weren't in the mood to go to Alchemy by then. ”

Ningcheng sighed, and he knew the old man was right. It is only Xuan Yellow Pearl upon whom he will fight, nor will Xuan Yellow Pearl produce countless grasses in the sky. Looks like he can't go through this old hag, even if he wants to refine it.

“You come back in ten days for a seven-week ice needle, and I'll make it for you.” Lao Zheng saw Ningcheng bowing his head and did not care what Ningcheng thought, and ordered his expulsion directly.

“Yes, goodbye to the younger generation.” After Ningcheng walked out of this old bungalow, Alchemy had been put aside.

In any case, even if he were to learn alchemy now, he would not be able to refine it in time. If he is to be promoted, he has to do something about it. Not everyone is an alchemist, not so many serious monks.

……

Ningcheng did not go to Mingpu Square to test Lingen, he will wait until he gets the seven-week ice needle. And after that old lady, Ningcheng was no longer half sure about his repairs.

He simply stayed in the stadium and practiced his hidden technique.

Ten days passed and Ningcheng not only corrected the hiding technique obtained from Lao Zheng, but also completely learned the new hiding technique.

On the tenth day, Ningcheng couldn't wait to reach outside Xiaohutong's bungalow. But the door to the bungalow was locked. Ningcheng was shocked. Does this old man look like a senior, and would deceive him in any way? That's impossible, right?

“Did you come to see Grandma Grandpa for her things?” A hesitant voice rang across the door from the bungalow, and Ningcheng turned to see a very ugly teenager with thin lips.

“Yes, I was looking for Grandma. Where did Grandma go?” Ningcheng replied hastily. At the same time, he felt that his grandmother's name was really familiar. He'd heard it on Earth, but he also knew that it wouldn't be the same person.

The very ugly teenager heard Ningcheng's words and immediately grinned. He went into the house and took out a small wooden box and handed it to Ningcheng. "Grandmother Sun gave this to me when she arrived. She said that everything you wanted was in here, hoping that you would go as far as you could. ”

Ningcheng accepted the jade box and thanked him, but he didn't understand. He just asked the grandmother to make a seven-week ice needle. What's the power of this thing?

Despite the eagerness to find out what his seven-week ice needle was, Ningcheng endured this excitement and drove back to his place with the wooden box in the first place.

Upon returning to his residence, Ningcheng set up a shielding formation method before carefully opening the wooden box.

There's also a tiny crystal box in the wooden box, and there's a bunch of stuff next to it. Ningcheng did not take care of the next group of things and opened the crystal box directly in his hand.

A tiny needle that is almost invisible to the naked eye lies in a crystal box and, if hidden, appears to disappear at any time.

“Nice needle.” Ningcheng shouted in amazement, and he immediately realized that it was definitely a seven-week ice needle that exceeded his expectations.

Ningcheng clamped this fine needle in his hand and a feeling of wanting to refine came to mind. Ningcheng did not hesitate, immediately closed his eyes and began refining the fine needle in his hand.

A day later, Ningcheng opened its eyes again with surprise, and the fine needle in his hand had disappeared. The needle was stuck in his sleeve, completely in tune with his heart.

At this moment, Ningcheng absolutely does not believe that the old man is not a refiner, this fine needle is higher than his flying sword, which is simply an excellent magic instrument.

A man who can refine an exquisite manipulator, can't he be a refiner?

Ningcheng Xinxi forgot that there was something else in the wooden box, and continued to practice the seven-week ice needle spell with the fine needle in his hand.

It wasn't until he was hungry that he realized that the day had passed like this. Ningcheng was even more surprised to have this fine needle. Once opposed to the enemy, he applied 36 swords of brown ice to echo the seven-week ice needle. Even a Brother Jin-jin, in the case of his sneak attack, it was probably difficult to escape.

To this day, he finally has the ability to defend himself. Ningcheng became more and more grateful to the old man, even if it was Gefei, Ningcheng felt that he was more than the ten gas stones. Even if it's for two spiritual stones, it's all missing.

Ningcheng put away the seven-week ice needle and when I was about to go out for something to eat, this reminded me of another item in the wooden box. He quickly picked up the group and shook it, but found it to be a very thin inner armor.

Ningcheng first recognised it, a defensive coat made from unicorn leather. At the same time, he also figured out what was going on. It should be that the old man felt a lot of skinned, and the cord helped him refine a inner nail.

Ningcheng took off his coat and put on his inner nail to feel comfortable. I am even more thankful for the old man.

The empty wooden box Ningcheng had not been thrown away, which, in his view, amounted to a debt of gratitude to the old man. He could have given it to him without giving it to his inner armor, but he did. At the same time, Ningcheng also felt that it was unreasonable for Lao Zheng to say that he should not learn Alchemy now.

……

Mingpu Square is located on the outskirts of Mingxin College and belongs to Mingxin College and Mingyi Zhenguo. Not only is there a huge square, but Ming Yi is also the most well-known spiritual root testing ground in the whole country. If it's normal to test the roots in Laimengpu Square, it's going to take a lot of gold, but not a gold coin these last few months. All people can take the test for free because these months are when Ming Xin college enrolls students.

The number of people in Mingpu Square has been increasing over the past few days, and today it is a mountain of people. Almost all the monks, and many people from South Plains, have come here. Because today is the day for Ming Xin College to enroll disciples, as long as Ling Root meets the requirements and passes the test, you can enter Ming Xin College.

Ningcheng followed many people into Mingpu Square's Lingen Testing Hall, and today he has removed the Shade Brotherhood hat. But under his deliberate attire, he looked older, and even the beard looked a little muddy.

Because today is the day of Ming Xin College's selection of students, there are few people in the Lingen Test Hall. Most people have tested the roots.

Linguin tester Ningcheng had long seen, he walked directly to the tester and said to the person in charge of the test, "I'm going to test Linguin. ”

“Put your hands in the groove and carry some air.” The person responsible for testing the roots of the spirits has the guts to say so.

Ningcheng did not have much to say, put your hands directly into the test groove while transporting some real air into it. Four fine yellow lines rose in the crystal column, and four fine lines rose very slowly, but did not stop. Ningcheng had already taken his hand when the four thin lines rose to three or four feet.

The person who tested Ling Root didn't even care about the little movement in Ning Cheng. He threw a wooden plaque directly lazy and said, "Four series of miscellaneous Ling Roots, qualified to go in. ”

“Thank you. What are my four spiritual roots?” Ningcheng had a little jump in his heart. He grabbed the jade and thanked him for asking. Only he himself knew that he was clearly three series of miscellaneous spiritual roots, and after half a year, he turned into four series of miscellaneous spiritual roots.

The person who tested Linguin snubbed Ningcheng, “If you're eligible to be selected, you don't have to ask. I'm only here to test your eligibility, you barely get into the college gate. ”

What's so strange is that your roots are so garbage, and your face asks what roots are?

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