The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 22 Killing the Soul

The woman in front of me was wearing a bright red long dress, with her hair cascading down behind her, showing off her graceful waist, making it difficult to take my eyes off her.

Li Yuan smiled awkwardly, thinking, I really didn't intend to invite you for tea, but I still have to give you face. So he smiled and extended his hand to invite, "Junior brother, of course I have this idea, but I'm afraid that Senior Sister won't give me this face."

The two of them landed in the courtyard, one after the other. The moon was shining brightly, and the shadows of osmanthus trees were slanting. They sat opposite each other at the stone table, heating up the teacups and boiling the water in the kettle.

Li Yuan smiled and stood up to pour her a cup of tea. "Senior sister, this is the coarse tea I often drink. It has a light taste and is brewed with morning dew from the mountains. It is not a good tea, but it can quench your thirst and stimulate your saliva production."

Qian Shiyan picked up the teacup without any precautions, held it with her slender jade hand to her lips, took a sip, and said, "It's just to relieve fatigue, there's no need for good tea, this is how you should spend your leisure time.

I came to you today to say something to you, Junior Brother."

Li Yuan understood what he meant and waved his sleeves, and the light blue light curtain covered the courtyard again.

"Oh? Senior sister, please go ahead."

"I heard that you have been practicing in Chouyun Mountain for more than 20 years. You should be familiar with this mountain, right?" Qian Shiyan asked with a smile.

"Well... I have indeed practiced hard in Chouyun Mountain for more than 20 years, but most of the time I was in seclusion and meditating. I only left the cave for the monthly patrols. To say that I am familiar with the place, I am not too familiar with it. It just helps me avoid getting lost in the mountains." Li Yuan is an honest man. Since she asked, he told her the truth.

"Do you know what Yu Guhong is doing in that deep mountain?" Qian Shiyan's beautiful eyes revealed cunning and a bit more agility, "This old guy is over 130 years old, and he just completed the bone condensation.

He was afraid that he had discovered some incredible treasures or spiritual resources in the mountains, which was why he was willing to stay there for a long time.

When the Lord of Helian Peak fell here, gold naturally formed from the ground, and the gold was soaked in water.

The dark river belongs to Gui, and Gui water produces Yin. The old Taoist is a spooky person, and even ghosts won't believe him if he says there is no good thing in the mountain.

"Junior Brother Li, you are also a water cultivator, right? The treasures in this mountain will surely help you achieve success in cultivation, or even take it a step further. Aren't you tempted?"

Li Yuan frowned and hesitated for a moment before saying, "What do you mean, Senior Sister?

I am sincere and since the mountain gate decided to let Senior Brother Yu guard it, there must be a reason for it. If it is not my treasure, I will not fight for it. If it is mine, even if it is taken away by others, it will return to me one day. "

"Junior Brother Li, I'm saying this for your own good! I'm afraid that in another thirty or fifty years, you will..." Qian Shiyan paused and changed the subject: "I'm only twenty years older than you. I'm afraid that in another ten years, you will...

Well, take care of yourself. "

She spoke unclearly, and it was obvious that she had something else in mind. Finally, she sighed and said, "In three years, I will travel outside to seek opportunities. Junior brother, do you have any plans?"

Li Yuan kept every word she said in mind, and then said: "Of course I will consolidate my cultivation and continue to practice at the mountain gate."

"Whatever!" Qian Shiyan shook her head and said, "Everyone has their own aspirations. I won't force them."

After saying this, she picked up the celadon cup and drank it all, then said with a smile: "Brother, just pretend that I never said anything tonight."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and flew away without looking back.

Li Yuan opened the magic circle for her and then closed it again.

He lowered his head, thinking about Qian Shiyan's strange words.

"She probably wanted to remind me of something, but for some reason she couldn't say it directly.

No, according to what Yamauchi said, Chiseyan should be over a hundred years old now, how could she be only around eighty years old?

What is her purpose in revealing this to me?"

Li Yuan thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. He could only bury the matter in his heart and wait for some clues in the future to think about it carefully.

The tea was getting cold, the night was getting deep, Li Yuan simply lay down on the chair and took a leisurely nap. The moonlight in the mountains was clear and cold, and the fragrance of osmanthus fell all over the dreamer's clothes.

At the junction of spring and autumn, the cold air dispels the heat, and we have the beautiful scenery of falling osmanthus flowers and empty spring mountains in the quiet night.

Early in the morning of the second day, many disciples were talking about which deacon had broken through to the late stage and become an elder, making everyone envious.

Li Yuan was in no mood to care about those things, so he just went into seclusion to refine the puppet.

Even when the bell rang three times a few days later, Li Yuan did not leave the cave to present the gift.

His soul entered the world of ten thousand trees, the treasure furnace caught fire, and a Qi Xuan wood that was more than two hundred years old was thrown into it. Li Yuan used his divine consciousness to shape it, and added various branches and leaves of spiritual trees, as well as spiritual tree fruits during the refining process. The refining process took a full nine days and nine nights.

During this period, he had to exit the Ten Thousand Wood Realm many times to cultivate his soul. Each time, he would rest for an hour before entering again for fear of destroying it.

Fortunately, he had refined many puppets. Even though the substitute puppets were different, they still had similarities.

The main spiritual material of this puppet is Qi Xuan wood. According to legend, this wood was used as incense for praying to God in ancient times. Ten thousand years ago, a Qi Xuan wood monster was born. It could understand God's will, know fate, and escape death. However, it disappeared later, probably because it was too rebellious and died from a heavenly punishment of thunder.

Nowadays, Qixuanmu has become extinct in the outside world, but unexpectedly there are more than twenty Qixuanmu trees in the Wanmu World.

After Li Yuan got the puppet, he didn't care about the fatigue of his soul. He made up his mind and cut off one tenth of his soul according to the secret method in the Ten Thousand Puppets Sutra.

This secret method is to condense the heart blade in the heart. The heart blade is invisible and colorless, neither real nor false, and it only kills the soul.

Li Yuan had already mastered this method, so he immediately became ruthless and activated his heart blade to cut off the soul.

"what!"

A sharp pain from the depths of his soul spread throughout his body. Li Yuan had no other thoughts at all. The endless pain dragged him into the abyss and he fainted.

He was unconscious for half a month.

When Li Yuan slowly opened his eyes, he still felt severe pain in his head, but he could still think barely.

Li Yuan sat up slowly, lying on the chair with his eyes closed, and even his mind was not very clear.

This killing of the soul is no joke.

I don't know whether the puppet has been completed.

Li Yuan tried to use his spiritual power with difficulty, but a sharp pain in his head made him scream again.

"Hiss~

what! ”

Fortunately, the palm-sized little puppet had been taken out and Chen Ming had been released.

Chen Ming landed on the chair, stood with his wings folded, looked curiously at his depressed master, and quacked twice.

Li Yuan held his head and took a long time to calm down before he recovered, breathing heavily.

But when he saw that the puppet in his hand had no vitality, he became so angry that his eyes turned black and he fainted again.

This time he woke up after being unconscious for half an hour. He looked at the puppet in his hand with tears in his eyes. It was obvious that the puppet was ruined.

Li Yuan was extremely upset. Even though he was an extraordinary person, he was still upset. This was the soul that he had sacrificed his life to cut off. Was it just wasted?
After lying in the chair for more than half a month, Li Yuan finally felt better and was able to enter the Ten Thousand Trees World. If he failed this time, it would probably take him three or four months to recover. If he succeeded, it would be worth it to save his life.

But the problem is that it didn't work.

"Forget it, just take this as some time to relax yourself."

Li Yuan comforted himself helplessly. Since his soul was defective, he couldn't practice forcefully. Otherwise, his soul couldn't bear it and his injury would only get worse.

So he would enjoy the scenery in the courtyard, and in his spare time he would learn some talismans and figure out some minor spells.

Although he had some flaws in spells, his realm was there. He could still practice the lower-level spells of early-stage cultivators normally with his late Bone Condensation realm. Moreover, the power he displayed was no weaker than that of a middle-stage cultivator casting a medium spell.

In addition, Li Yuan also began to study the superior spells. He barely learned the intermediate spell Ice Cone Spell, and chose the similar Ice Dragon Spell among the superior spells.

After mastering this technique, one can use the power of ice to transform into a dragon, freeze powerful enemies, and also restrain general fire spells.

Therefore, Li Yuan's recuperation period was not very idle, as it did make up for some of his shortcomings.

In June, after he had recovered, he tried to make a substitute puppet again.

Having learned from the lessons and experiences of the last time, Li Yuan also prepared some Qingxin Talismans, a unique talisman produced by Qingfeng Pavilion, which has the effect of clearing the mind and refreshing the spirit.

Open the furnace, refine the fire, condense the shape, and shape the body. After nine days, a puppet man is obtained again.

This time, Li Yuan rested enough before he raised his heart blade again in the Wanmu Realm to chop off the soul.

"what!"

A series of wild beast-like roars and howls were heard. This time, thanks to the blessing of the Qingxin Talisman, he did not faint, but he could feel the heart-wrenching despair and pain even more. Li Yuanqiang endured the pressure and drove the puppet to merge with the severed soul, and spurted out a stream of blood from his heart, which merged into the little puppet.

The blood was instantly absorbed by the puppet, and Li Yuan also sensed that the puppet had established an obscure connection with himself.

He could no longer hold on and withdrew from the World of Ten Thousand Trees. Severe pain followed and affected every part of his limbs and bones, causing Li Yuan to wail uncontrollably. He fell to the ground, rolling over and over, holding his head and screaming.

It lasted for nearly half an hour before he passed out, his whole body soaked, his lips bitten and bleeding. Only Shen Ming was watching anxiously, jumping around him.

Until one moonlit night in July, Chen Ming fell asleep tiredly on the osmanthus tree. The moonlight shone down, and the cool air brought Li Yuan back to consciousness a little.

He crawled on the ground and slowly opened his eyes. His blurry vision gradually became clear and the fragrance of fallen osmanthus flowers on the ground filled his nose.

Li Yuan raised his hand with difficulty, took out the spiritual rice from the storage bag, stuffed a handful of it into his mouth, and swallowed it with difficulty mixed with dried blood scabs.

After he swallowed the magical rice, a quarter of an hour later, he began to feel a slight warmth rising from his body, which restored some of his strength.

So, he held onto the stone table, staggered to his feet, and then lay down on the chair again.

Li Yuan raised his eyes and saw the white ground in the courtyard, crows roosting on the trees, and cold dew silently wetting the osmanthus flowers.

A hint of smile appeared on his pale face, "I finally succeeded in refining it. It's not in vain that I have to endure this pain that is worse than death!"

After lying down for five days, Li Yuan recovered well and was able to walk. However, his head still hurt when he used his divine consciousness, but it was all worth it.

In a situation where one is doomed to die, it is worth it even if one suffers a lot. How many people in the world seek immortality?
There are countless people with strong minds and strong ambitions.

There are also people who have good fortune and luck if they have the opportunity.

There are also many people who are born into wealthy families and are supported by wealthy and powerful families.

Moreover, most of these people have several qualities at the same time, so they can go further.

Li Yuan only has the existence of Wanmujie, plus a soul in the later generations who is greedy for life and afraid of death. He is not afraid of hardship as long as he can stay alive.

He is greedy for life and afraid of death. He is afraid of being killed, harmed by others, and dying of old age due to his limited lifespan. Therefore, he has a strong determination to seek the Tao. Only by seeking the Tao can he achieve longevity and stay young.

Only by seeking the truth and generating great power can one achieve immortality.

At least now, Li Yuan didn't have any pure desire to see the scenery above the avenue in his mind.

He was just an ordinary person among tens of thousands of practitioners in Guangyuan Mountains who wanted to live longer.

Therefore, Li Yuan never cared about his face. He was laughed at by his fellow disciples, looked on coldly by others, and threatened and forced. Li Yuan endured it all just to survive.

In the struggle for the great cause, sometimes competing for temporary superiority or inferiority is not the most rational decision.

Looking up at the dim mountain moon and the lonely figure standing there, Li Yuan smiled on his pale face. At this moment, it seemed as if his mind was bathed in clouds, like a warm spring morning, and his soul was clear.

Li Yuan said to himself: "Have I realized something?"

No one answered him.

“I have some understanding, but it’s hard to put it into words.”

So he answered himself.

Li Yuan lay on the chair, holding Black Crow in his arms, looking at the wind and moon shining on the osmanthus tree, until golden clouds appeared in the sky and the sun rose.

"The soul has recovered a lot."

Li Yuan held the substitute puppet in his hand, put it against his forehead, and nurtured it with his soul.

The substitute puppet cannot be used once it is refined. It needs to be nurtured every day. The longer the time, the more deadly force it can withstand.

However, Chen Ming also likes to get close to the surrogate puppet. What is the reason?
Li Yuan looked at Shen Ming, who was dressed in translucent black feathers, and suddenly remembered that this guy was related to death.
A scapegoat puppet is naturally born to die, so it is reasonable for Chen Ming to like to get close to it.

After a few days, when Li Yuan's body was able to use magic, he flew on a cloud to the Transmission Pavilion, borrowed many books on magic and talismans, and then brought them back to the courtyard to read carefully.

During this period, he also went to the stalls where disciples traded in the mountains and bought some cinnabar and talisman paper for making talismans.

Anyway, Li Yuan can't practice until his soul is fully recovered, so he might as well learn a side job.

Li Yuan started with the most suitable water arrow symbol, trying to figure out its purpose, and then began to draw it in earnest on the stone table in the yard.

He specially spent ten spirit stones to buy the talisman pen. Although it was not a magic tool, it was also a rare spiritual object. He picked up the pen and dipped the pen in cinnabar, then drew the water arrow talisman on the spiritual paper.

However, once his writing was put on the spirit paper, it became crooked and difficult to convey the spirit of the writing. After only two or three strokes, the spirit paper turned to ashes.

Li Yuan picked up the second piece expressionlessly and continued carving. When he made the fourth stroke, the talisman paper turned into ashes again.

Then the third one, the fourth one, ...

I tried more than twenty pictures in a row, but not a single one was successful.

It was not until the 50th one that I finally drew a complete water arrow talisman!
(End of this chapter)