Notes of a Medicine Master’s Disciple Cultivation to Immortality

"The most important thing in cultivating immortality is spiritual roots!"

The white-haired great-uncle squatted on the field ridge and said earnestly to the three heads in the field.

"If you don't have spiritual roots, you won't be able to seek immortal magic. If you can't seek immortal magic, you won't be able to live forever. Ancestor, I am one hundred and eighty years old this year, and those old coffin corpses of my age have long been turned into black soil, and now the grass on their graves is three feet high."

"Why? "

"Isn't it because they failed to develop spiritual roots that they cannot be pitied by the pharmacist!"

"As the saying goes, spring grows in summer, autumn harvests and winter hides. You three are the most talented children in the village, and now you have reached the age of taking root."

"Don't blame the ancestor for being harsh on you, this is all for your own good. The sooner the spiritual roots are born, the better the effect of introducing Qi into the body..."

After saying something ramblingly, the great uncle picked up the gourd gourd, scooped out water from the bucket next to him, and poured it on the three heads.

The ground was still cold in early spring, and with the mountain spring water pouring in, I felt like my brain was going to explode.

I don’t think humans can be compared to corn.

Li Qiuchen shivered and complained silently in his heart, but did not dare to refute.

Great uncle is the eldest man in the village. Everyone respects him and his words cannot be doubted.

What I'm pouring on you now is mountain spring water. If you dare to make a point, you might be pouring something else.

Based on his experience of reading online novels before traveling through his previous life, he felt that there was a big problem with the village’s cultivation method.

The word spiritual root doesn’t seem to be explained in this way, right? Is this cultivating spiritual roots or big roots?

But there is no way, as long as he can remember, people in the village have practiced this way.

Maybe this is the setting in other worlds.

Buried on the left is Hong Yang. Uncle Tai said that he was born with a masculine body and was most suitable for the growth of spiritual roots. It's a pity that the yang energy is too strong, which affects the brain, and I have been a reckless man since I was a child.

Buried in the middle is Primrose, the granddaughter of my great-uncle. It is said that she has taken secret medicine since she was a child to improve her physical condition. Her whole body smells of flowers. It is said that she is the most promising child in the village to become an immortal.

Li Qiuchen was buried on the far right. He heard from the villagers that his family used to be very prestigious in the village and there were many practitioners in the family. It's a pity that ten years ago, my cousin went crazy while practicing immortality, massacred everyone in the family, and then fled in fear of crime.

Only Li Qiuchen, a child who was still wearing crotchless pants at the time, survives alone to this day.

After the great uncle poured the water, he raised his head to look at the sun, and gave a few more instructions. Just as he was about to get up and leave, he heard Primrose moaning in pain, and his expression suddenly changed. He fell to the ground with a thud, got close to Primrose, and carefully observed her movements.

"Ancestor, my stomach hurts..."

"Stomach pain is normal, please be patient with me, Ancestor, I will buy you candy!"

"It really hurts..."< /p>

Li Qiuchen's eyes widened and he watched in horror as black blood vessels appeared on Primrose's face, tearing her skin open at a speed visible to the *** eye, and clusters of emerald green seedlings bloomed from her face, mouth, and ears.

"Spiritual roots! Spiritual roots!"

Great uncle danced excitedly, picked up the bucket and poured water on Primrose's head, then turned around and ran away.

Li Qiuchen looked past the unconscious Sakura and met Hong Yang's equally horrified gaze.

Is this the spiritual root?

The primrose has sprouted spiritual roots, which is a great joy for the whole village. Compared with the two things that only water and do not sprout, they look very annoying.

After being buried in the ground for three days, Li Qiuchen and Hong Yang were remembered by the great uncle, who dug them out of the ground and threw them aside.

It’s not that I want to abandon them both, I just want to make room for Primrose.

Now that acre of land belongs to Primrose, and no weed is allowed to compete with her within a radius of ten feet.

Li Qiuchen is not envious at all.

When I got home, I took a cold shower and changed into clean clothes.

There is no food at home, and the stove has not been burning for who knows how long.

Someone is treating me tonight.

On the way back, Hong Yang said he was going to eat noodles in the evening.

Although Songlin Village is called a village, it actually has a large population, almost three hundred households.

Because the average person who practices immortality can live a long life, every household is full of children and grandchildren, and there must be thousands of people in total.

In other villages and towns, it would definitely not be able to support so many people.

But here, even people can plant crops in the fields, not to mention other crops.

There are shops, inns, and even noodle restaurants in the village.

Hong Yang’s only hobby in his life is eating ramen.

He is an orphan like Li Qiuchen, and no one in the family takes care of the food.

Another reason is that the ramen in Songlin Village really tastes extraordinary.

Guan Damu, the noodle shop owner, is a man with a story.

In his early years, he went out to explore the world and learned the skill of forging iron. He also opened the blacksmith shop next door. In addition to making farm tools for the village, he also makes some powerful hidden weapons in private.

However, the great uncle regarded it as a miraculous skill, scolded him for forgetting his roots, and finally sealed it all.

There is a special characteristic of the noodles cooked by Mr. Guan. There is meat flavor in the soup, but there is not a shred of meat in the bowl. Noodles can be added, soup can be refilled, but there is absolutely no meat.

Meat in the village must be provided to the practitioners, and others can only smell the meat and gnaw the bones.

Li Qiuchen has always suspected that Boss Guan went out hunting in private and ate alone in the kitchen, but there was no evidence.

"It's no wonder that my great-uncle is happy. There has been no spiritual root in the village for many years. I remember that the last child with spiritual roots was the eldest girl of the Li family."

Everyone in the village is cooking at home, and there are no customers in the noodle shop.

Boss Guan is usually very taciturn, so he can only chat a few words with Hong Yang and Li Qiuchen, two children who often come here to eat noodles.

The eldest girl of the Li family is Li Qiuchen's eldest cousin who committed suicide.

Because her method was so cruel, it has now become a taboo in the village, and no one dares to discuss it openly.

Li Qiuchen ate the noodles silently, not wanting to discuss this topic in depth.

He was so young at that time that he didn’t even remember what his cousin looked like.

"I don't think the spirit root should be like this!"

Hong Yang wolfed down the bowl of noodles and said in a low voice.

People in the village always like to joke about him and Primrose, saying that when they grow up, Primrose will be promised to him as his wife, and he takes it somewhat seriously.

Now that he saw Primrose in this state, he was filled with shock and anger.

Boss Guan smiled and said: "Then what do you think the spiritual root should look like?"

"I don't know, but it must be wrong, right?"

Hong Yang snorted coldly: "Uncle, you have been out of the village, and you told me that you have seen gods. Do the gods outside look like this?"

"I never said that."

"You said it after you were drunk that time."

"That's me bragging, do you believe what I said while drinking?"

Boss Guan denied it.

Hong Yang turned around, stared at Li Qiuchen and asked, "What do you think?"

I have never been out of the village, so how would I know.

Li Qiuchen hesitated and nodded: "You are right."

"Then let's run!"

Hong Yang lowered his voice and said, "I don't want that kind of thing to grow in my stomach. Let's dig out the primrose and run with her!"

Elder brother is right.

But where do you think we two little brats can run away with a half-dead little girl?

It’s not like Li Qiuchen has never thought about this before.

However, the location of Songlin Village is too remote. It is surrounded by deep mountains and old forests. The mountains are connected with the mountains. There are many wolves, tigers and leopards hidden there. For six months of the year, roads are blocked by heavy snow, and it is impossible to tell the north, south, or east in a vast expanse of white.

Where are you running?

Hong Yang’s brain is not very easy to use, but it is not completely inoperable.

Of course he also thought of this, and turned to Boss Guan and said, "Uncle, how did you get out of the village back then?"

Boss Guan smiled naively: "It snowed heavily that year, and I got lost in the mountains, so I got out in a daze."

Hong Yang sighed.

Li Qiuchen thought to himself that there was not a single word of truth in this man's mouth.

How did you get it back when you went out in a daze?

Of course, there is no need to discuss this taboo topic in detail with two little brats.

Although Hong Yang had not thought about this level, he was not discouraged. After pondering for a long time, he slapped the table and said, "I'm looking for mountain visitors!"

Although the village is remote, it is not really isolated from the world. After spring every year, there will be mountain tourists entering the mountain, and there are also caravans passing by. The shops in the village that do not open for half a year and are open for half a year are mainly prepared for them.

There are not many people, but there are people every year.

Looking for a mountain guest is indeed a solution, but the mountain guest may not be willing to help. In these days, whoever dares to go deep into the mountains and forests to dig for mountain goods is not a tough man who licks blood from his knife edge.

Li Qiuchen also thought about this approach, but after seeing the group of hikers last year who looked no different from the gangsters, he finally chose to give up.

It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on heaven and earth.

After eating the noodles and returning home, Li Qiuchen sat on the kang, opened the secret compartment on the wall, and took out a yellowed ancient book bound with thread.

Everyone in the village practices cultivation, but each method is different.

Some people play with bugs, and some practice physical fitness, but most of the villagers can't read a word, so they follow their great-uncle to worship the pharmacist and ask for gifts.

This method is not very profound, but it still has some effects. As long as you worship devoutly and recite the name of the Medicine Master day and night, you can eliminate disasters and solve problems and prolong your life.

Today, there are 18 elderly people in the village who are over 100 years old. They all have rosy complexions, long breaths, and can even work in the fields. This is a blessing that ordinary people can only dream of.

The Li family also worships a pharmacist, but they practice eye skills.

It is said that the ancestors of the Li family once cultivated a pair of yin and yang Dharma eyes, which can look up at the nine heavens and jade buildings, look down at the nine netherworld and the underworld, discern the changes of yin and yang, and distinguish all things in the world. Their wonderful uses are endless.

In the past, they were the largest clan in the village, and even the great uncle had to maintain a respectful attitude towards the Li clan.

It's a pity that hundreds of years of inheritance were completely burned by the eldest cousin.

Back then, the Li family had a collection of 300 volumes of books, but now only the "Collected Works of Wisdom Eyes" dug out from the ruins in Li Qiuchen's hands is left. It can hardly be regarded as a cultivation method, at best it is a tutorial material.

The book talks about how to prepare medicines to take care of the eyes, but there is not a word of specific cultivation methods.

The Li family originally had a medicinal garden, which was dedicated to cultivating spiritual herbs for refining medicine, but those old medicinal materials were also dug up and riddled with holes by the eldest cousin.

In these years, Li Qiuchen relied on the introduction of medicinal materials in "Collected Works of Wisdom Eyes" and tried his best to collect some spiritual plants, so that the medicinal garden was replanted and restored to some of its past glory.