Three hundred years.

You can only break through the fourth level of Qi training from the third level of Qi training.

The Five Spiritual Roots are indeed useless spiritual roots that even the Black Cloud Sect looks down upon.

The lifespan limit of a Qi Practitioner is one hundred and fifty years. At this rate, ordinary five spiritual roots will not be able to break through even if they die.

'The Great Dao is forty, Tianyan is forty-nine, there is always one that escapes.'

Lin Mu pondered for a while, planning the way out in the future: 'I don't have any skills to add to my body now, so my practice speed is very slow, but this doesn't mean that I really have to work hard for three hundred years to break through to the first level...

Qualification is only one aspect, external assistance is more important, otherwise the world of cultivating immortals would have been solidified long ago, and there would be no five spiritual root monks willing to cultivate immortality...'

If a monk is born with very low qualifications, but his luck is strong enough, he has constant opportunities for good fortune, or he has the help of noble people, and he can use the treasures of heaven and earth to change his destiny, or he can practice the best skills to make up for the shortcomings of his qualifications...

You can all reach the top of the avenue!

Forty-five years after Lin Mu came to this world, except for the immortal blood jade passed down from his ancestors, he never fell off the cliff. An encounter like this when he accidentally entered a powerful cave and picked up a heaven-defying inheritance shows that he himself is not very lucky and does not have the ability to be a child of luck.

conditions of.

But as long as you live long enough, it doesn't seem to make any difference whether you are a child of luck or not?

'The most urgent task is to redeem the fourth-level skills of Baiyun Jue and speed up the practice. Although I am unlucky, I must seize what I can get!'

'But... well, forget it, let's wait a few more years. Maybe the Zhang family will still ambush me outside. It's always better to be cautious. It's too dangerous to go out now.'

…

Time flies by.

At this time, Lin Mu was hiding in the cave, practicing Gravel Palm.

Opening the boxing frame, the inner strength of the broken stone palm, which has been cultivated for fifty years, slowly flows through the meridians.

The movements are smooth and flowing, with an indescribable charm that is completely natural.

"Ho!"

With a soft drink, the energy and blood all over the body are mobilized, rolling in the body, roaring like a tide!

The next moment, ripples suddenly appeared in the air.

The invisible golden needles of spiritual consciousness stagnated in front of my eyes, slowly changing their forms. The golden needles bent and curled up, and then suddenly shot out. The speed was faster than that of a fourth-level Qi-training monk!

If there were foundation-building monks who were proficient in the way of the soul here, they would definitely be shocked.

A small Qi-training monk can actually modify his own spells, which are the most difficult soul-type spells to practice!

However, Lin Mu's next action was quite surprising.

I saw him using his Gravel Palm and hitting himself on the chest!

"Bang!"

Lin Mu's chest instantly sunk, and at least three or four ribs were broken by him!

[Current injury status, 21%]

【Repair begins!】

The immortal blood jade in his mind trembled slightly, emitting a faint red light.

With the blessing of blood jade, the depression in the chest slowly recovered.

Lin Mu wiped away a trace of blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth and actually smiled: "After more than a dozen times of self-mutilation, I finally adjusted the injured state of my physical body to more than 20% through the overdraft of Qi and blood through the Gravel Palm. Now no one should be able to doubt my age.

Bar?"

If you look closely, you can see that the forest is in very poor condition at this time.

My energy and blood are depleted, and I can see less obvious dark circles under my eyes. There are also several fine lines at the corners of my eyes. My hair was originally full of black hair, but now it has a few white strands mixed in. Compared with five years ago, my whole person seems to be older.

More than ten years old.

Coupled with the high-intensity control of his spiritual consciousness, his spirit was also relatively weak, except for those eyes as deep as an ancient well.

But there is one thing to say, although Lin Mu looks old, he has a maturity and vicissitudes that have accumulated over the years. His muscles are obvious and his face is tough. If he was the kind of young and handsome boy that girls like before, now he looks more like a man.

A charming mature man.

It is quite consistent with the current age characteristics of Lin Mu.

This is the twentieth year since Lin Mu came to Baiyunmen.

In the eyes of outsiders, Lin Mu is only forty years old, but in actual age, Lin Mu is already over seventy years old, and half of the Qi Practitioner's lifespan has passed.

Although the monks do not look old, the spiritual farmers work hard in farming.

According to Lin Mu's current situation, he looks like a mature uncle at the age of forty, which is just right.

…

'It's a pity that Wanfa Tower does not sell appearance-changing spells, and I can't afford the sky-high price of the Beauty Pill. I can only use the Gravel Palm to increase my energy and blood and forcefully change my appearance to prevent everyone from doubting my age.

.'

'As time goes by, the repair effect of blood jade continues to increase...it must be adjusted every day, and on average every two months a large amount of energy and blood must be overdrawn at one time to maintain the degree of injury, otherwise the aging state will disappear...'

Lin Mu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

In the beginning, just use Gravel Palm three or five times to achieve the effect Lin Mu wants.

However, the longer it takes, the stronger his ability to withstand attacks. Lin Mu now has to use the Golden Needle Technique, the Spirit Leading Technique, and the Gravel Palm overlaid more than ten times, from the soul to the meridians to the qi and blood, in a multi-pronged approach to maintain the injured state, otherwise

Aging cannot be maintained at all.

After so many years of self-abuse, Lin Mu's cultivation level has not improved much, but his strength has increased a lot in disguise.

This method was discovered by Lin Mu accidentally before.

It seems to be the hidden effect of the Immortal Blood Jade.

When Qi and blood are overdrawn and the physical injury status is controlled above 20% for more than a month, the external appearance will age.

The higher the injury status remains, the greater the degree of aging will be.

Theoretically speaking, if the physical injury reaches more than 50% and lasts for more than a month, Lin Shu's appearance will even age to the point of looking like an octogenarian, which is extremely realistic.

However, since this kind of injury does not come from external factors, but is selectively caused by Lin Mu, it does not have a great impact on his own combat power.

The Immortal Blood Jade will also be repaired continuously and will not affect body functions.

If Lin Mu wanted to, he could even deliberately disguise himself as a twilight monk who was about to expire, so that even if the golden elixir monk came, he wouldn't be able to tell.

But when fighting, once the disguise is removed, the fighting power of the heyday can be exploded in an instant.

Of course, although it does not affect combat effectiveness, the injured state is real. If the enemy's physical damage exceeds 50% of Lin Mu's own ability to withstand, plus the original 50%, he will die suddenly.

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"Ten years have passed since the last time the Zhang family prepared to attack me."

"In the past ten years, although the true energy in my body has only grown to sixty strands, I have made great progress in the Golden Needle Technique and Gravel Palm. With the addition of some gadgets, I can finally go to the market to buy exercises with peace of mind."

Lin Mu shook the countless hidden weapons, poisonous powder, and dried locust water in his sleeves and set off happily.

…

It was smooth sailing all the way to Waimenfang City.

Lin Mu used his spiritual consciousness to the maximum range and found no one following him. He shook his head regretfully.

'The Zhang family is too impatient. It's only been ten years and they actually ran away. I'm planning to kill them and make a fortune!'

Lin Mu despised this very much.

…

"What kind of exercises does this fellow Taoist need?" After entering Wanfa Tower, someone with a smile on his face immediately greeted him.

Lin Mu took a closer look and thought, isn't this the young monk from back then?

Twenty years have passed, and the young monk who was young at that time has now become a middle-aged monk with a big belly and a skilled fake smile on his face.

"Time flies by and never spares anyone!" Lin Mu lamented.

He went straight to the bookshelf that sold Ling Nong Techniques and took away the jade tube of spiritual consciousness that represented the Burning Wasteland Technique. Then he walked to the bookshelf of exercises and picked up the jade tube of spiritual consciousness that represented the Baiyun Technique.

"Shopkeeper, one hundred and twenty-five low-grade spiritual stones for a first-level skill are really not cheap?" Lin Mu asked casually.

The middle-aged monk's eyes suddenly lit up, knowing that this was probably a big deal!

However, the middle-aged monk was able to keep his composure and shook his head: "Fellow Taoist, to be honest with you, I also want to promote this business, but it is really not cheap."

Lin Mu put down the jade tube: "Then...can't we give a discount?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head and said: "No, the price of the skills is determined by the sect. I am just a small shopkeeper, so I can't be the master."

Lin Mu thought to himself, no shit, that's not what you said twenty years ago.

He turned around and prepared to leave.

Who would have thought that the middle-aged monk's expression remained unchanged and unmoved.
To be continued...