Waking up, Zuo Mo opened his eyes. It was pitch black in front of him. He sat up. The moonlight seeped in from the cave entrance. The inside of the cave was slightly lit. The black gold worm was silently motionless at the bottom of the cave. The gold coin mark on its back released a faint gold light in the dark cave.
This white meditation mat was almost exactly the same as the meditation mat that the unknown shixiong had left behind in his seclusion room.
Using the help of the ling vein, he finally reached ningmai at the age of forty. At this time, he was still an outer sect disciple of the sect. Wei Nan was very skilled in disguise. Everyone in the sect didn't find that his cultivation had reached ningmai. Due to his mediocre talent, he was afraid that his ningmai cultivation would arouse the suspicions of the elders in the sect and cause them to discover the secret of the ling vein. So he was willing to stay hidden. After a few years of hard work, he had a small fortune. He continuously bought all kinds of jade scrolls. The things he learned were very diverse.
Numbly and mechanically, he dug until the sky was almost bright. Zuo Mo suddenly felt that the ice crystal sword in his hand seemed to have stabbed empty air. His heart instantly jumped, the exhaustion on his face instantly swept away!
Zuo Mo dazedly sat there, his heart full of emotions. This shixiong called Wei Nan, he was an outer sect disciple of the sect three hundred years ago. He had a natural talent. He was naturally sensitive to ling veins. So he found that weak ling vein, built a little yard and worked hard to cultivate. Even though he had the help of the ling vein, but his talent wasn't high and was just equal to the other disciples.
He had great ambitions and didn't want to live a mediocre life. Wracking his brains, he thought of all kinds of methods.
In any case, this was his private land. It didn't matter how he did it. Raising the ice crystal sword, he started to dig at this rock.
His hands used strength and in a few strokes, the last thin piece of rock was cut open. Behind the rock was a large black hole.
Very quickly, he saw the black gold worm. In the darkness, the gold coin mark on the back of the black gold worm could be seen from far away. The black gold worm was lying on a ball, unwilling to leave.
This guess made him slightly excited.
In total, there were twenty jade scrolls. No names, nothing too profound. These were the last things he had left in this world.
The black gold worm was lying on a pile of bones! Zuo Mo's heartbeat sped up, his mouth dry. Suppressing the terror in his heart, he walked closer to take a closer look. It was unknown who this pile of bones belonged to. They were scattered all over the ground and seemed to be from a long time ago. He looked around, and his eyes suddenly froze. Then, he revealed an ecstatic expression.
From time to time, the Black Gold Worm would raise its head. Its two antennae trembled slightly as it quickly crawled on the ground. It would occasionally stop and then quickly move. Zuo Mo carefully cast a spell and followed closely behind, not daring to relax at all.
This was indeed the place where the seniors of the sect passed away!
After he was done, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Ding, ding, dong, dong, the sound of swords chopping on rocks rang out incessantly in the West Wind Valley.
Suddenly, the black gold worm stopped, but it continued to drill deeper into the underbrush at an even faster speed.
When he neared, Zuo Mo jumped in fright!
Praying mat …
The black gold worm did not hesitate. It flew into the black hole and quickly disappeared. Zuo Mo struggled to swallow. After hesitating, he held the ice crystal sword and burrowed into the black hole.
"I can't do it anymore. I'm tired to death." He laid down on the ground, gasping for breath. He listlessly looked at the black gold bug at the bottom of the cave.
When Zuo Mo burrowed out of the cave, the blinding sunlight outside made him unconsciously narrow his eyes. Turning around, he carefully covered the entrance of the cave. The granite rocks that he had dug out were scattered among the weeds. Nothing could be seen.
He hurriedly took out the jade scrolls that he had just picked up and placed them in front of him. Picking them up one by one, he channeled ling energy into them. After a while, he generally understood what had happened.
The abundance of spiritual energy made people feel comfortable.
Just at this time, Li Ying Feng had brought many people to find him. Because there weren't any houses in West Wind Valley, if Zuo Mo needed to live in the valley, then he needed to build a house. Naturally, she would send the people and materials for this kind of matter. She personally came to ask what Zuo Mo liked and what he wanted.
Granite might be hard, but facing a third-grade flying sword, it was like tofu. In just a few moments, Zuo Mo had dug out a large hole. As expected, the black gold worm burrowed into the hole. This made Zuo Mo excited, his hands moving even faster.
With such a high quality ling vein, he could quickly enter zhuji. He had already decided that in the future, this would be his seclusion room!
He hadn't thought that this rock was much bigger than he had imagined. After digging for more than an hour, it was seven or eight zhang deep and there was still no end. Zuo Mo wasn't a body cultivator after all. His arms were like lead, his entire body about to fall apart.
Carefully picking up the jade scrolls on the ground, Zuo Mo's heart was filled with respect towards this Elder Wei Nan. He picked up the meditation mat and went to the mouth of the spring. He scooped up a few handfuls of water and carefully washed it. Even though so many years had passed, with just a little washing, the meditation mat returned to its original snowy white appearance. This meditation mat wasn't a normal item. It was woven from Calming Heart Grass. It had the effect of calming the mind. It wouldn't rot for a hundred years, and wouldn't be eaten by insects. It was even rarer than the meditation mat in the seclusion room in the little yard.
Moving away the bones, Zuo Mo found that there was a meditation mat under the bones.
Zuo Mo's mind became alert!
He quickly headed deeper. There was a faint connection between him and the black gold worm. He could know some of the situation in front of him.
The black gold worm landed on the ground, motionless. After a while, the antennae waved, looking around. As expected of a fourth-grade black gold worm. Zuo Mo praised inside. Just this nimbleness, it wasn't something normal ling worms could have.
It was already night. Zuo Mo dazed for a while before picking up the ice crystal sword again.
This stone room really was the resting place of an elder of the sect. But this elder was an outer sect disciple. What Zuo Mo found even more unbelievable was that this elder that had almost formed jindan but had always been an outer sect disciple, was the previous owner of Zuo Mo's little yard!
Afraid that the sect would take it back after finding out, he had secretly created this stone room.
With the fastest speed, he picked up all kinds of jade scrolls and talismans on the ground. His appearance was like a starving person suddenly seeing steamed buns. There weren't many talismans, only three to five. And it had been too long since they were imprinted and nurtured, almost all of their intelligence had disappeared. In comparison, the number of jade scrolls was much more, about twenty something.
The Little West Wind Yard, became his new home.
Zuo Mo's heart couldn't help but jump!
In many places, Wei Nan Shixiong and Zuo Mo were very similar. Wei Nan had also chosen ling plant farmer as a breakthrough point, but his talent in the five elements was far from Zuo Mo's. He had spent five years before he barely became a ling plant farmer. But Wei Nan didn't tell anyone. From then on, he started to learn dan -making. But in the area of dan -making, his talent was still average. He spent another ten years and made his first fourth-grade lingdan.
"Brother, let's continue!"
To be able to sit and die here, it definitely had to be an elder of the sect. He had taken such a great advantage. Thinking, Zuo Mo bowed three times to the pile of bones and then lightly buried the bones in a corner.
The black gold worm stopped in front of a protruding rock, motionless. Following closely behind, Zuo Mo couldn't help but narrow his eyes as he carefully examined this large rock. This rock was normal granite, about five or six zhang high. From the outside, it didn't look special. Could it be that there was some secret in this rock?
Holding the ice crystal sword, he followed.
The black hole was deeper than he had imagined. As he went deeper, his heart became heavier. There were clear signs of being dug here but it should have been a long time since anyone had been here. There was a heavy musty smell inside the cave. Who opened a cave abode here? Was this the place where an elder of the sect had died?
The thick ling energy almost seeped in through his skin!
His cultivation was limited but the breadth of his vision, very few xiuzhe could rival him. Adding on that he had practiced many obscure scriptures for ten or twenty years, he had learned a lot. After comparing all kinds of scriptures, he finally finished organizing all the scriptures he had collected in his life.
After carefully listening to Zuo Mo's requests, she waved her hand and the other outer sect disciples instantly started to move.
In half a day, the little yard was built. Zuo Mo named it the Little West Wind Yard.
Other than the ling fields, the other places in the valley were overgrown with weeds. This gave Zuo Mo some trouble. He took out the ice crystal sword that Shi Xiang had given him, using it as a machete. The sparkling and translucent ice crystal sword held in his hand, carrying a bone-chilling coldness. Luckily, the edge of the sword was extremely sharp and was pretty good at chopping grass and wood.
He was stunned.
After searching every corner without leaving anything behind, Zuo Mo's eyes once again landed on the pile of bones. The black gold worm was lying on the pile of bones, motionless. But the gold coin mark on its back seemed to have brightened slightly.
He quickly entered meditation and became motionless. Beside the meditation mat, the black gold worm was also motionless, abnormally silent. Only the gold coin mark on its back flashed with a golden light.
When he woke up from meditation, Zuo Mo couldn't disguise the joy in his eyes. The ling energy in this section of ling vein was much denser than the ling vein in his little yard! If the ling vein in the seclusion room in the little yard was a small branch, then the ling vein here was the main stem!
In the aspect of cultivation, his progress was slow but his talent improved rapidly. He could even detect the ling veins hidden deep underground. When he was thirty seven, he found this ling vein.
The matters of the world, they were so wondrous.
He put the meditation mat back in its original position and sat on it.
Zuo Mo couldn't help but examine the surroundings. This was a very simple stone room. In the corner, there was a spring, a stone table, a stone bed, and nothing else.
"Brother, you're really persistent. Ge can't do it anymore, sleep for a while." He grimaced at the black gold worm. Finishing, he went to sleep in the cave he had just dug.
At that time, he already knew that there was no hope for core formation and gave up on it. In the following twenty years, he started to organize and summarize the myriad of jade scrolls and scriptures that he had collected.
He didn't know if it was for some reason, but in that period of time, his ling energy increased. He was very happy and put even more effort into collecting all kinds of jade scrolls. The stranger and more obscure the jade scrolls, the more passionate he was. And no matter how obscure and strange the jade scrolls were, he would try them all. When he was fifty, he needed to practice all kinds of scriptures and spells every day, there were as many as fifteen kinds.
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