Fat Taoist

In the endless vast mountains, there are hundreds of large and small cultivation sects, and Xuantian Villa is one of the large sects with huge power. Although the Xuantian Villa has only a few thousand people, it occupies a territory of tens of thousands of miles around. Here, everything belongs to them. They are the well-deserved masters here. Any monk who dares to act wild here will be killed mercilessly. The reputation of Xuantian Villa is based on the corpses of countless monks from other places.

At dusk that day, when most of the monks in Xuantian Villa went to have supper or practice, a little Taoist priest of sixteen or seventeen years suddenly appeared in various branches. The little Taoist priest was slightly fat, covered with a dirty green Taoist robe. Although there was a bit of delicateness between his eyebrows and eyes, his wretched eyes completely destroyed the immortal temperament he worked hard to create, making him look like a monk, as if he was an ignorant playboy. In addition, he also had a very uncomfortable name, called Song Zhong, which was homophonic with "Send to the End", so that everyone disliked him. No one called him his real name, and he was called Xiaopang.

Xiaopang's life experience is very miserable. His parents were originally elite disciples of the Qingyang Sect, but they suddenly passed away ten years ago. The indifference to human feelings in the cultivation sect is famous. Without the protection of their parents, Song Zhong, who is so talented that he can be called "a peerless waste". His status has plummeted. From a child protected by his parents, he suddenly fell into a servant who is bullied by others.

Xiaopang, who has all the five elements and is completely distributed equally, has a title in the cultivation world, called "Almighty Waste". Although he can practice any five elements magic, he cannot become a famous person and basically cannot practice it. Even if he only uses spiritual medicine to nourish his practice, he has no possibility of becoming a master. He can only wander in the low-level stages for the rest of his life. In this case, no sect will waste precious cultivation resources on such a guy who will never become a talent.

If it weren't for the sake of his parents' slightestness, Xiaopang would have been driven out of the mountain gate long ago and let him die outside. Even now, Xiaopang's situation is not good. He doesn't even count as an outer disciple, and can only be a low-level servant who does odd jobs, specializing in cleaning up the garbage generated every day from the subordinate branches at dusk.

However, although Xiaopang is always stupid, he is actually a child with a strong personality. He has seen all kinds of things in the world and the warmth of the world for ten years. He did not give up on himself because of this, but chose to face difficulties and fight. Even though he knew that his talent was not good, he never gave up on his cultivation.

Every day, in addition to completing the work of congesting garbage assigned by the sect, he spent almost all his time on cultivation, and he had to practice for nearly ten hours a day. This level of diligence, even those who claim to be cultivators, would be ashamed of hearing this. After all, people are not statues. They meditate for more than eight hours a day, without entertainment, no one speaks, but just circulate their true energy wholeheartedly. That feeling is really a living person who can sit stupid!

But Xiaopang resolutely persisted for ten years. He firmly believed that as long as he kept practicing hard, he would always trample those who bullied him. The so-called heaven pays off. Finally, last night, Xiaopang successfully transformed all his true energy from acquired to innate, and became a veritable cultivator.

After the birth of mortals, they are all acquired. If you want to cultivate the truth, you must remove the acquired turbid air and convert all into innate true qi. Only by entering this innate realm can you be qualified to practice the immortal martial arts. This is a threshold for whether you can cultivate the truth. If you want to cross it, you will be a monk. If you can’t cross it, you will be a mortal!

However, in the face of such achievements, Xiaopang really has nothing to be happy about except for a wry smile. Because talented cultivators all complete this step around 10 years old. Some talented and perverted pure attribute geniuses can even complete this step before the age of 5 with the help of strong family resources. In other words, Song Zhong practiced at least several years later than others.

You should know that cultivation is a thing that goes against the will of heaven, in order to compete with heaven for time. If you cannot advance before your life span, then the only thing waiting for them is death. The time in the early stage of cultivation is even more precious and directly affects future development. Cultivators like Song Zhong who practice hard and barely enter the threshold before they can barely reach the threshold at the age of sixteen can basically be sentenced to death. Unless Xiaopang has any special opportunity, he will never advance, and at most he will stop at the innate realm.

In fact, the reason why Xiaopang practiced hard was because he really had such an opportunity. This opportunity came from an unknown treasure left by his parents. According to Xiaopang's parents, that thing was obtained from an extremely ancient cultivation cave. Judging from the appearance of the cave, the owner of the cave must be extremely strong. The things he left behind were probably not ordinary things. Unfortunately, Song Zhong's parents were sent out before they had time to study it, and then they went away forever. This thing became the only item they left for Song Zhong.

Xiaopang’s plan is to immediately refine this treasure into a life-saving magic weapon after he reaches the innate realm. If he is lucky, he may really solve his problem when he encounters a strange treasure. If it doesn’t work, then he can only die of his mind to cultivate the truth and wait for death!

As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when they are happy. With such hope, Xiaopang will naturally be much more relaxed when doing work. He first came to the Funeral Practice Hall in Xuantian Villa, which is a place specially provided for his disciples to practice and use talismans. There are many abandoned talismans every day. Taoist children here will pack up the garbage after the elite disciples leave. Xiaopang’s current job is to collect the garbage. Compared to the work of washing dishes and sweeping the floor before, this job is much more tiring because the road is long.

The abandoned talisman had two large baskets. Song Zhong came to the small house behind the talisman hall, skillfully placed the empty basket he brought there, then carried the two large baskets full of garbage, and walked out quickly.

The servant was not qualified to walk through the main entrance, so Xiaopang could only walk through the back door and gallop along the mountain road. After all, he was a person who had been practicing for more than ten years. Although Xiaopang could not fly with weapons, he could still take several feet at a time. Years of training made his slightly fat figure not affect his speed at all. The mountain road of dozens of miles arrived quickly. Along the way, you could see the monks flying by the sword from the sky from time to time. They also saw Xiaopang, but no one would pay attention to the servant.

If these guys can fly over with their nostrils towards the sky, Xiaopang feels good. If they meet a bored guy, they may even sarcastically. The more boring guys will use low-level magic to find some fun for Song Zhong. In the past ten years, Xiaopang has been wet with water countless times, and has been burned by fire. He has to run naked for a long time, becoming the biggest joke among servants. And the most dangerous time, a disciple who is looking for fun was not controlled well. He originally wanted to use the wind blade technique to cut off Xiaopang's hair, but almost cut off Xiaopang's head. It was from then on that time that Xiaopang changed his appearance and how to dress up in a low-key manner. He also chose to work when there were fewer people to avoid too many boring people.

The place where Xiaopang is now called a gutter, which is a bottomless abyss behind the Xuantian Villa. Usually, the garbage generated by the Xuantian Villa is thrown here. Xuantian Villa has been established for thousands of years, and the garbage has been still for thousands of years, but it has not filled this gutter that has hundreds of miles long.

However, when it was Xiaopang's turn to take over this job, the garbage below had already accumulated a lot, and the highest garbage mountain was only about ten feet away from the top of the ditch.

Xiaopang, who was worried, had no intention of appreciating the massive amount of garbage in the gutter. He threw down two large baskets of garbage, and then hurried to the alchemy hall, where there were two garbage baskets filled with abandoned elixirs that had failed to refine.

After throwing away the garbage from the Alchemy Hall, Xiaopang also had to go to the Artifact Refining Hall, where there were only two garbage baskets, which contained the failed refining objects and some furnace ash.

After throwing away the garbage from the three halls, Xiaopang's day's work was over. He had traveled hundreds of miles in more than two hours. Even though he was a cultivator, he was exhausted and panting and sweating all over.

After returning to his hut like a dead dog, Xiaopang immediately began to meditate and regulate his breathing without even taking it.

Half an hour later, a crescent moon quietly climbed up to the willows, and Xiaopang, who had finished breathing, slowly opened his eyes. At this time, his physical and mental state was at the best stage, and his residence was remote and no one disturbed him for several years. It was a good time to refine a treasure.

Carefully opened a hidden mechanism at the head of the bed, Xiaopang took out a black bead the size of a walnut from it. The bead was round all over, neither gold nor jade, and I didn't know what it was made of. There was neither any pattern nor any spiritual energy. If it weren't for the ancient cultivation cave when I discovered it, Xiaopang's parents wouldn't have looked at it in front of it.

In fact, even Xiaopang himself doubted whether this thing is a strange treasure and whether it can be used to refine the natal magic weapon. You must know that a person's natal magic weapon can only be refined, even if it is impossible to replace it in the future. It can be said that the natal magic weapon directly determines the future development of a cultivator. Therefore, ordinary cultivators will carefully select the same top-level magic weapon after they have reached a certain level of cultivation and refine the life magic weapon. If there is really no good magic weapon, then they would rather not refine it than refine something that does not know its origin as the natal magic weapon at will.

However, for Xiaopang, he had no choice. He had only one magic weapon he could come into contact with. If he didn't refine it, he would have no future in the future and would have to wait for death in vain. If he refines it, although there is a certain danger, he might have a glimmer of hope.

Xiaopang stroked the round black beads and smiled bitterly: "Beads, beads, don't let me down!"

After saying that, Xiaopang, who had already made up his mind to try, immediately tightened his face, and he resolutely used his fingernails to cut his wrists, and dripped his natal essence and blood onto the beads. It was strange that as soon as the essence and blood came into contact with the beads, it was immediately absorbed by it, as if it was not a bead, but a greedy monster.
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