Chapter 7: Picking up a master ()

“Huhu”

He rushed to the foot of the mountain in one breath, Yang Tian gasped loudly while holding an old tree. He wiped the sweat from his face with lingering fear, and laughed: "I was almost left on the mountain by that woman, but fortunately I ran fast!" In his heart, he had long classified this woman as a thousand-year-old monster, so he naturally could hide as far as he could.

"Are you talking about me?" A pretty voice sounded in my ears, and there seemed to be a faint smile.

Yang Tian felt his hair stand up, and screamed strangely. When he looked up, he saw a faint figure floating in the air, holding his hands, smiling like a flower, looking at him.

"This sister, how coincidental, is it going to be the way?" Yang Tian felt sorry for his death, and he laughed dryly.

The woman stretched lazily and said lightly: "Okay, don't be afraid, I won't harm you, and don't hide. My soul and the spiritual tower are in harmony. No matter where you run, I can be by your side in one thought!"

Yang Tian opened his mouth, said nothing, and fell silent. He vaguely felt that this woman was not lying to him. He just ran away just now and just met a "thousand-year-old banshee" and couldn't accept it. Now he calmed down and was not so scared.

"I'm sleepy, don't call me if you have nothing to do, well, don't call me if you have something to do!" The woman seemed really sleepy, and even her figure became a little illusory. After she said that, she turned into a ray of light and shadow and suddenly sank into Yang Tian's forehead. Before Yang Tian could scream, another voice came: "Don't shout, I'm just a soul trauma, I have to stay in the spiritual tower, and it has no effect on you."

Yang Tian was speechless.

It was already late and the breeze was blowing. Yang Tian stood at the foot of the mountain, feeling sad and crying without tears.

He originally planned to leave, but he never thought that a disaster would come from the sky. Not only was he entangled by a banshee, his whole fortune would be turned into ashes in the thunder. Now he was penniless and had no money for food.

After wandering for a while with sighs, Yang Tian had no choice but to shake his head and sigh, turn around and return to Qingmu Ridge. He declared his death before the long-planned escape journey began!

When he returned to the mountain, it was completely dark. Not many people noticed Yang Tian's abnormality. Only Wang Tong, who lived not far away, did not see him during the day. He came over and asked a few questions with concern. Yang Tian had to push and say that he had gone down the mountain and had nothing to do.

Lying in the dark night, Yang Tian didn't feel sleepy. He thought for a while, then sacrificed the stone tower again and looked at it carefully. Although he had only used a few coarse magic weapons before, the methods of controlling magic weapons were actually almost the same. Yang Tian looked at it for a while and secretly used the magic tricks in his heart. When he thought, his spiritual consciousness slowly penetrated into it like water.

Yang Tian had a trance in front of him. The next moment, he came to a strange space, empty, dead silent, lifeless, like an eternal wasteland. Yang Tian took a deep breath, quickly suppressed a trace of horror in his heart, and looked around.

This is a wilderness without wind and rain, boundless and endless. It seems that she felt something. Yang Tian looked up and saw a ray of glow shining on the sky hundreds of feet, forming a light curtain, with the continuous flash of runes on it, like stars hanging from afar, brilliant.

Yang Tian had never seen such a magnificent scene before, and was extremely shocked. He tried to exude his divine thoughts and cover the light curtain. However, when he was still far away, he felt a lot of resistance, as if endless waves were coming, defeating the divine thoughts. This shocked Yang Tian and dared not test again.

After retracting his spiritual sense, Yang Tian quickly ran into the endless wilderness until he hit a layer of invisible restrictions. This place was close to the edge, and further inside, there was an extremely tall stone wall, which could not be seen at all.

"It turns out that this place is not boundless. Even so, the space is so large that it is incredible!" Yang Tian exclaimed secretly. He knew that those rich monks usually carry storage bags and the like, and high-quality ones can have dozens of feet of space, but compared with this stone tower, it is simply not worth mentioning.

Suddenly, a light flashed in the air, and a book was displayed in the air, with beautiful handwriting on it and a little free and easy in its brushstrokes, but it can still be seen from a woman's hand.

"Don't bother me!"

Yang Tian was stunned and laughed. He knew that this must be the work of the aunt again, but he took the other person's magic weapon, so he naturally had to use the short hand and could not say much. Once he collected his spiritual thoughts, he did not stop for a long time and directly exited the stone tower.

The moonlight shone on the earth, and it was cool. Yang Tian's sleepiness gradually surged, and he fell asleep for no reason.

When he woke up the next day, he opened his eyes and saw an elegant figure floating in the air. Yang Tian was stunned for a moment and then reacted, but he was no longer surprised yesterday. He suddenly remembered that he didn't know what the banshee was named, so he asked, "What do you call me?"

The woman turned her eyes and looked at Yang Tian, ​​and smiled faintly, "Everyone calls me Luo Shen!"

"This banshee must have been a beauty during her lifetime, and it matches the name Luo Shen!" Yang Tian murmured in his heart. If the poor goddess Luo Shen knew that she was criticized as a banshee, she would probably immediately pounce on her and tear her down.

"Yang Tian, ​​what is this place?" Luo Shen looked at Yang Tian's hut and was a little surprised. He probably had never seen such a simple monk's residence.

Yang Tian briefly introduced the situation on Qingmuling. Finally, he spread his hands and said helplessly: "You can see it too. I am a low-level Lingnong who owe a lot of debts. I originally planned to roll up the bed and leave, but I didn't expect that the only remaining possession was completely blown by the sky thunder before it even went down the mountain. Now, I can only stay here for the rest of my life to pay off my debts!"

Luo Shen stared at Yang Tian for a while, and there seemed to be a light flashing in her eyes. Finally, her eyes passed by Yang Tian and landed on the altar without the spirit plaque. Her expression changed slightly. After a long time, she seemed to sigh softly. She suddenly withdrew her gaze and stared at Yang Tian and said, "Yang Tian, ​​are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"

"What?" Yang Tian was stunned, and did not react at all, with a look of shock on his face.

"Be my teacher and be my inheritance! Aren't you a elixir in your body? What I am most proud of in my life is a medical skill. If you worship me as your teacher, removing elixir is just a slight effort!"

Yang Tian's body suddenly shook like an electric shock, and a storm suddenly appeared in his heart. He looked at Luo Shen and could hardly believe what he heard: "You... can you really remove the elixir of my body and let me practice again?" He fell from the seventh level of Qi refining to the fourth level of Qi refining, and suffered all the warmth and warmth of human feelings. Only he himself could understand the taste of this. Now that there is a sudden opportunity that can enable himself to embark on the path of cultivation again, Yang Tian's heart is exciting.

"A little trick!"

Without any hesitation, Yang Tian directly brought the teacup to his side, knelt on the ground, knocked three times, and became a disciple!

After accepting this apprentice, Luo Shen also had a smile in his eyes and nodded, "Very good, very good!"

"Master, do you have any powerful skills here?" Yang Tian turned his eyes and suddenly leaned over and laughed.

Luo Shen was slightly stunned and smiled and said, "Yes!" After a moment, he said, "But only women can practice this technique!"

“Is there no man who can practice?”

"I think about it, it seems that there is a book called "The Burning Heaven Art"!" Luo Shen looked at Yang Tian with some jokes, and before Yang Tian showed a happy expression, he sighed with his hands on his back, "However, this technique requires reaching the foundation-building realm to be able to practice, and you cannot get close to women before you advance to the Nascent Soul realm!"

Yang Tian rolled his eyes. The cultivator's realm was divided into Qi Refining Realm, Foundation Building Realm, Golden Elixir Realm, Nascent Realm, Lihe Realm, Kongming Realm, Cultivation Realm, After the Heavenly Tribulation, Become a cultivator who can ascend to the Immortal Realm at any time. There are countless cultivators in the world, and all those who can reach the Nascent Realm are extremely talented and extremely rare. Generally speaking, cultivators who can become Golden Elixir Realm are already masters and can start a sect. Yang Tian knew that although he had good talents, the chance of reaching the Nascent Realm was still extremely small. If he really practiced this technique, wouldn't he have to be a monk for the rest of his life?

Knowing that there was no benefit to his own cheap master, Yang Tian had no other way except to lament that he had met his master in his heart, so he shook his head and sighed and fell on the bed.

"Ahem, stinky brat, what's your expression?" Luo Shenqingmei's face also turned slightly red, and she said embarrassedly, "The martial arts, alchemy techniques, magic weapons and other things were lost during the war. Now she is indeed a little unlucky, but with my teachings, when you become an immortal doctor, you will still have as many things as you want in the future!"

Although Luo Shen looked as quiet as a virgin, she was extremely beautiful and had a very hot temperament. Seeing Yang Tian's expression on his face, "I don't believe it?", she furiously twisted Yang Tian's ear and cursed: "Boy, do you know how many people want to worship me under my mother's disciple and didn't even look at them at me? Humph, mortals have been infected with severe diseases for decades, and at most they die. Cultivators go against the will of heaven and practice hard for thousands of years. Once they have any strange and complicated diseases, their cultivation level will stagnate, and their hard work will be in vain for thousands of years, and their souls will be scattered. Do you know that kind of despair is unwilling to be? Tsk tsk..."

"The more advanced the cultivator, the more he cherishes his life. Being able to make friends with a medical practitioner who knows how to refine alchemy and dispense medicine means having more life. Therefore, wherever the medical practitioner goes, he will be the target of the forces of all parties. If you can become a medical practitioner, those skills will be just a cloud of clouds!"

In anger, Luo Shen pulled Yang Tianer to death for most of the day. Although Yang Tian was not very concerned on the surface, he was quite shocked. He did not expect that being a doctor in the cultivation world would be such a promising profession.

In fact, this is not difficult to understand. Just like doctors in the mortal world, the cultivation world also needs doctors, but the diseases that are cured are more difficult and more complicated, and the requirements for doctors are more than tens of millions of times higher. In fact, a successful alchemist can refine various spiritual pills according to fixed pill recipes, use spiritual pills to detoxify, heal injuries, improve their cultivation and eliminate evil, etc. This can be considered half a doctor, but the real medical practice is more professional, you can prepare your own prescriptions and be more proficient in other treatment methods.
Chapter completed!