When He Niansheng was refining pills, Xia Ming was not idle either.

The more he listened to the jade slips sent in by Jiang Chong, the more he became afraid.

Xia Ming also has his own judgment criteria for what Jiang Chong described.

Thinking over and over again about the memories of this period, Xia Ming tried to find the truth hidden behind the surface.

The disciples of the miscellaneous service department said that the disciples of Qingdan Peak are all Dan masters, and they have a strange temper and cannot afford to offend.

Jiang Liang, who carried the Soul Cliff, also mentioned that the Great River Green Pill sucks the blood of cultivators and disregards the feelings of fellow disciples.

And Xia Ming, since becoming a disciple of He Niansheng, has been living in this secluded valley hut.

He has never seen any disciples of Qingdan before, is this normal?

This is not normal at all!

Qingdan Peak is the largest of the Qingdan Supreme Preceptor, but as a disciple of the Supreme Preceptor, he cannot see the light?

Xia Ming felt that he didn't seem like a disciple of the Supreme Court, but rather like a cage bird raised by the Qingdan Supreme Court.

Thinking of the bird in the cage, Xia Ming felt a little more uneasy in her heart.

Suspected seeds take root and sprout, constantly growing until they bloom and bear fruit.

Without the medicinal effect of Dream Yellow Sorghum, Xia Ming became even more uneasy.

He naturally began to doubt, suspecting the reason why He Niansheng had taken in his apprenticeship.

If it's not for inheriting one's legacy, why is it?

Is it the so-called hidden spiritual root?

But I'm fake!

Or maybe... he wants to take me away!

Thinking of the word "snatching the house", Xia Ming couldn't help but feel palpitations.

Strictly speaking, he can also be considered a loss.

But the original owner was not killed by Xia Ming, he was directly scared to death.

At the thought of being taken away, Xia Ming felt very uneasy in his heart.

In a moment of panic, Xia Ming slammed his head hard again.

Something's wrong!

As is well known, only the primordial stage can be taken away, and the master is only in the stage of alchemy.

Is this the instigation of Jiang Chong?

This old kid still sends voice messages!

I'm sure I'm not holding any good fart!

Before Xia Ming could think it over, He Niansheng had already walked into the thatched cottage.

"Disciple Xia Ming, pay respects to Master."

Looking at Xia Ming respectfully in front of him, He Niansheng's eyes were full of complexity.

"Xia Ming... your illness..." "Master, rest assured that my disciple is doing well."

"No, Xia Ming, you haven't realized the terrifying nature of your illness yet..." In Xia Ming's confused gaze, He Niansheng continued.

"Xia Ming, this is a divine soul mutation caused by being promoted to a superior spiritual root. I have taught you the Qi refining technique, and you can still use it now. What about in the future?"

"What will happen to your Jiedan and Yuanying cultivation techniques in the future? Even if I find them for you, you can still understand them?"

"Xia Ming, Xia Ming, your situation is even more terrifying than illiteracy! At least illiteracy can teach! What about you?"

"Xia Ming, do you have to rely on yourself to find a way out? Do you really have such talent?"

"Xia Ming, the path of immortality is difficult step by step. Do you think you can surpass the predecessors?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Ming discovered a huge blind spot.

Originally - He Niansheng misunderstood!

Hahahaha!

He Niansheng guessed the wrong time!

He thought he had undergone a spiritual transformation after obtaining the Qi Refining Technique.

But where could he think that I was crazy from the beginning!

Pooh!

What's crazy? These are golden fingers!

This is the hang I had from the beginning!

I obtained the spiritual root through my golden finger, promoted to a superior spiritual root, and successfully refined Qi.

As long as you teach me the techniques of Jie Dan and even Yuan Ying, the Golden Finger will definitely be able to work.

Even so, I can cultivate faster than others! More powerful!

Thinking of this, Xia Ming became even more excited.

Hehe!

Who among you can compare to the cultivation of immortals?

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When his sharp eyes were shining brightly, the white haired He Niansheng was still describing the terrifying condition.

"Xia Ming, cultivating immortality is not just about martial arts. Why don't you learn moves? Why don't you learn supernatural powers?"

"In other words, how can I pass on the path of alchemy to you as a teacher? You can't even understand the prescription! You can't write a pill that exceeds three words!"

"My foolish disciple, haven't you realized the terrifying problem yet?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Ming's heart suddenly thumped.

Yeah!

How could you forget about this mess!

Even if it's a pill, I won't refine it in the future.

Danzhe Xiaodao, as long as your cultivation level improves, you can also catch someone to refine pills.

That move's a big problem... Since it's about cultivating immortals, it's inevitable to engage in battles with others in the future.

I can't do anything at all... No matter how high my cultivation is, without divine powers, it's like guarding my beautiful wife and concubine, but I'm sick.

Gradually, Xia Ming fell into contemplation.

Watching Xia Ming like this, He Niansheng quickly poured himself a cup of tea.

Running back and forth, he also felt his mouth dry and his tongue dry.

The Golden Finger is a sharp tool for cultivating immortals. It can see through the essence of martial arts and help me grow rapidly.

But the cost is that I may experience distortion, mutation, and recombination when reading text.

The external manifestation is that I can only write three normal words when writing.

The magical power of martial arts, perhaps even the golden finger can see through!

I need to find a chance to give it a try!

Even if the golden finger cannot see through the magical powers of the martial arts, I cannot go and treat it.

The big deal is to be careless, to the extent that my cultivation is astonishing, to the extent that no one dares to attack me!

If it's not a big deal, I will reach out to the immortal and raise my hands and feet, destroying the heavens and the earth.

After careful analysis of his own situation, Xia Ming at this moment can be said to be a bastard eating a weight.

——Iron hearted.

To be honest, the golden finger is still important.

Illness.

It is impossible to cure.

Besides, that's not a disease.

With clear thoughts, Xia Ming lifted his head and slowly looked at He Niansheng.

Looking at Xia Ming's exceptionally clear eyes, waves gradually rose in He Niansheng's eyes.

In fact, what He Niansheng said earlier was exactly what he was worried about.

The soul Taoist's letter contains records; Spirits are like water, and flesh is like a container.

To give up one's physical body is to change a container for water supply.

Water has no shape, but the body has it.

So, it is important to carefully choose the physical body.

According to this principle, after taking possession, He Niansheng will also be affected by this strange disease.

At that time, even normal life would be difficult to carry out, let alone the immortal path.

However, in the short term, Xia Ming's illness is a good thing for He Niansheng.

There are many things that Xia Ming can't understand at all.

That's not what He Niansheng said, or what is it?

He can see the rules of the disciples of Qingdan as cannibalistic, what else can he see?

This son is not worthy of fear!

... Gently patting Xia Ming's shoulder, He Nian grew up and sighed, "Apprentice, I'm going to kill that Mo Xue Jiao Qiu next."

"I really don't trust you, Master. Let's do this. I will teach you a method that will facilitate communication with you."

Looking at Master He Niansheng, Xia Ming blinked his eyes.

"But Master... I am illiterate..." "You read after me!"

"Oh..." "Master... what kind of martial arts... can you lend me a look?"

"Do you understand?!"

"Master, I want to see if I'm sick... Sigh..." He Niansheng didn't have the courage to refuse as he looked at the pitiful Xia Ming.

Trust!

Raising a soul seed is like raising a son!

Thinking of this, He Niansheng directly threw the cultivation technique to Xia Ming.

The martial arts are engraved on the jade slips, and once activated, the text will be reflected.

Watching the distorted text shadows floating in the air, Xia Ming's pupils gradually dilated.

The sick... it's indescribable.