Lin Qing died in the elevator. Opening his eyes, he became the fifth seat of the White Jade Sword Sect. On the fifth floor of the foundation building, he personally passed down the belt, and standing in front of him was a sect leader who wanted him to compete with the leader.
He doesn't know how to cultivate immortality seriously. Eye-inserting, peach-stealing, bricks, sap, thousand-year-old kill - He Yitang's ability to eat with two red sticks has not been forgotten. After seven games, all the disciples of the sect subconsciously crossed their legs when they saw him.
By the way, when he was stealing peaches, he touched a junior brother who was disguised as a man and grabbed a hand full of air. He squatted on the stage and was stunned for a long time: "Brother, where is your Tao'er?"
The sect master said that he kept it secret. That night he went into the back mountain wine cellar and mixed three hundred years of wine with mountain spring water. The next day, the sect master called him into the study. His first words were: "The method of mixing water with water is good. Next time, remember to boil it before mixing it with water."
Later, he used spiritual stones to buy spiritual herbs, dried them, cut them into shreds, rolled them into paper tubes, lit them and took a sip - he choked to tears. Three days later, half the sect was queuing up to buy cigarettes from him.
Later, when the Shen Fist Sect wanted to rob the spiritual mine, he spat out the grass stalks on the table where the two sects were confronting each other, turned around and left: "What are you talking about? I'm going to leave."
He alone has almost turned an immortal cultivating sect into a smoker's den.
If you are not serious about cultivating immortality, I suggest you take a sip and try it.
