He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised it: "Brother's courage, brother admires. However, the spiritual medicine has reached third-grade, if it can't be planted in third-grade or higher spiritual fields, I'm afraid the spiritual energy will disperse, and the grade will actually drop."

  Wei Sheng's expression changed slightly, but he immediately recovered and smiled: "If that's the case, then I'm spared from that suffering."

  Compared with Wei Sheng's calm face, Lao Hei's anxious expression was even more intense.

  "After weighing it slightly in his mind, Zuo Mo slightly organized his words and said: 'Perhaps younger brother has a method that can be tried.'"

  "Oh, please go ahead, Young Master." Wei Sheng's spirit slightly stirred.

  "I'm entrusted by Shifu Hao Min to take care of the Lingwu Valley medicine field. I see that there's a lot of empty space in the valley, it would be better to transplant them inside. My only worry is that Shifu Hao Min will return before Shixiong builds his foundation, and then there will be unexpected twists and turns."

  Wei Sheng finally showed a pleased expression: "Younger brother doesn't need to worry, Hao Min and Luo Li won't be back that soon."

  Zuo Mo suddenly remembered that Wei Sheng was Luo Li's sword servant, so he probably knew where the two had gone. He would naturally be willing to help Wei Sheng, but thinking of Hao Min not returning for a short while made his mood turn worse. Nowadays, he is being extremely cautious every day, afraid that something will go wrong in the medicine field, just like holding a hot potato.

  He withdrew his emotions and smiled: "That's good, little brother will first congratulate big brother on successfully building the foundation."

  "Wei Sheng waved his hand: "It's still too early to say that." After finishing, he took out a jade slip and handed it to Zuo Mo: "The master has no long objects, nor is there anything worth taking out. This is the master's epiphany over the years, hoping to help the younger brother benefit."

  Zuo Mo was overjoyed. He had always been comprehending alone, without anyone to exchange ideas with. Wei Sheng Shixiong's cultivation was only one level higher than his, but the experiences and insights he gained were precisely what Zuo Mo could use.

  He didn't stand on ceremony either, and smiled as he accepted: "Thanks, senior brother."

  The three of them chatted for a while longer before Wei Sheng and Lao Hei Tou finally stood up to bid farewell.

  After the two left, Zuo Mo hastily brought the fire dragon grass to Leng Xue Valley. The medicinal fields of Leng Xue Valley were third-grade, and Zuo Mo's mouth watered at the thought. He didn't know much about spiritual herbs, but he did know what price a third-grade spirit valley would fetch!

  Look for a vacant lot, carefully plant the fire dragon grass. Then applied once "Small Cloud Rain Chant", the fourth layer of "Small Cloud Rain Chant" nourishing effect is indeed significant, the fire dragon grass quickly recovers its vitality, and the leaves become more warm and moist.

  Greedy for a deep breath of the thick spiritual energy in the air, Zuomo secretly praised in his heart: a third-grade is indeed a third-grade!

  Walked around the medicine field again, didn't find anything unusual, then headed back.

  Returning home, the night was already late, and Zuo Mo suddenly thought that if he couldn't complete a full cycle of "Fetal Breathing" within a month, wouldn't that delay Wei Sheng's foundation building?

  But then I thought, if it can't be done successfully, I'm afraid I won't even have a life left, what's the point of worrying about so much?

  Thinking of Wei Sheng, he involuntarily took out the jade slip that his senior brother had given him and inputted spiritual energy into it.

  He soon became engrossed in it.

  The jade slip contains a detailed record of Wei's insights and experiences throughout his cultivation process. Many parts are quite fragmented, it can be seen that the senior brother only occasionally had some thoughts, and casually recorded them down.

  The rumors about Shixiong's infatuation with sword cultivation are indeed true. The jade slips contain a jumbled mess of notes, mostly about sword cultivation.

  But after just a glance, Zuo Mo couldn't help but feel his heart racing and his flesh creeping.

  "The swordsman, first enter the land of death, in the land of death seek life, like a mourning soldier, with the thought of certain death, use full force to strike, nothing can withstand!"

  "Traveling through the deep mountains at night, I encountered over twenty bloodthirsty bats. After a fierce battle, I was wounded in twenty-one places and slaughtered them all."

  "By the stream encountered an iron ape, its skin like refined iron, swords and knives could not harm it, lured the enemy for over 200 miles, injured its eyes, had no strength to pursue."

  ……

  These sentences are often extremely brief, yet the fierce and unyielding spirit between them shines through in every word. Life and death, these are the words that appear most frequently; the Wei Sheng master from the Jade Annals is a completely different person from the one he met today.

  What brought the greatest shock and tremor to Zuo Mo was these few sentences.

  "After a hundred days of solitary journey, I finally saw the nine rivers falling from the sky. At the bottom of the waterfall, I looked up and saw the rushing water thundering down, as if it were the divine thunder of the nine heavens. Its momentum was like a thousand arrows, vast and unending, unstoppable. My heart yearned for it, as if the sword's momentum were like this, then death would be without regret!"

  "Sitting and observing for three months, day and night pondering, yet I was born with a foolish and dull nature, bitterly unable to grasp the meaning. Standing at the top of the waterfall for seven days, not sleeping or resting, not drinking or eating, suddenly there was an enlightenment. The fish leaped with the water pouring down, stirring up the space between, forgetting life and death, spirit and consciousness clear and empty, only then did I obtain its flavor! Hands and feet, body and bones broken in thirteen places, lying in bed for half a year, losing sight and hearing, pondering in my heart..."

  Zuo Mo lost his composure and muttered to himself: "It's too crazy!"

  So crazy, so persistent, he never thought of it.

  Under the starry sky, he sat on the rooftop, pinching a jade slip in his hand, staring blankly.

  In his world, there was nothing that made him so crazy and persistent. He had a good talent in the five elements, and he picked up any technique quickly. His requirements for life were not high either, and he worked hard to learn and comprehend the five-element techniques just to live a better life.

  Wei Sheng's dedication to swordsmanship brought him an unparalleled spiritual shock, and he could see the sweat and blood hidden behind every word.

  Something inside him churned and surged, making him feel unbearably stifled.

  After a long time, his emotions finally calmed down, but by then he was wide awake. Under the night sky, he decided to practice the sword techniques in the courtyard according to the jade slip, and started practicing the sword techniques.

  The jade slip contains a set of sword techniques, which are selected by Wei Sheng's senior brother from some common sword techniques he has practiced and seen before. Wei Sheng's senior brother has rich combat experience, so these sword techniques are very practical and don't have too much fancy skills, and they are also easy to learn. Unfortunately, there is no flying sword, after a few strokes, he can only sit down.

  He sat down and pondered "Fetal Breathing Cultivation".

  "The Fetal Breath Cultivation" was obscure, but he didn't feel discouraged at all now, only feeling ashamed. Wei Sheng's persistence had deeply stimulated him. Compared to Wei Sheng, the difficulties he encountered were nothing.

  Alright, you want to see my joke? Well, Peiyou, you'll have to wait till next life!

  Taking a deep breath, he once again began studying the "Fetal Breathing and Spiritual Cultivation" that had always left him somewhat perplexed.

  Days went by one after another, except for going to Lengyu Valley every day, he didn't leave the house at all.

  In the sea of knowledge, Pu Zheng sat leisurely on a tombstone listening to Yin Gui.

  Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and stepped forward, trying to curry favor: "Pu, where exactly does the first step of 'Fetal Breathing' need to be focused on? I'm not very smart, can you give me some guidance?"

  "What's the first step? It's simple, nothing to worry about." Pu Lian didn't even lift an eyebrow, still listening to Yin Gui.

  Looking at Pu Yao placing his hand on her leg, Zuo Mo's heart secretly thought that since begging didn't work, he could only resort to bribery.

  He asked: "Pu, isn't this tone Guī correct?"

  "It's quite interesting." Pū Man replied casually.

  "Do you want something better?" Luo Mo's voice was like that of a creepy uncle holding out a lollipop to entice little girls.

  Pu opened his right eye for the first time today, and a deep red pupil revealed an interested expression: "Want."

  Zuo Mo shook his head: "If you help me explain 'Fetal Breathing Skill', I'll buy you a better one..."

  "I'll buy it myself." Pu said casually, and then closed his eyes again, listening to the sound of the guqin.

  Zuo Mo's eyes widened in shock: "You have a crystal?"

  "No." Pu still had her eyes closed, a look of enjoyment on her face, her body swaying eerily to the rhythm of the music being played by Yuguang.

  Zuo Mo let out a breath of relief, his tone recovering its usual confidence: "Without crystal stones, you can't buy anything." He suddenly thought that with Pu Yao's abilities, if they were to force their way in, it wasn't impossible. Or perhaps they could steal one, and that would be absolutely undetectable.

  "You have a crystal." Pu swayed her body to the beat of the music.

  "Then you'll help me explain..." Zuo Mo's heart slightly calmed down, continuing to emphasize the necessary connection between the crystal stone and the explanation. In his heart, he was muttering: Luckily, he didn't think of using violent means.

  Pu couldn't bear to interrupt Zuo Mo, stretched out his right hand and revealed a crystal stone in it: "I'll take it myself."

  Zuo Mo stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the glittering crystal on Pu's hand, which looked so familiar. After a moment of silence, he suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream like a beast on the verge of extinction.

  "Damn you! You dare to touch my crystal! I'll fight you to the death!"

  Beside the icy pool in Frosty Valley, Mo was staring at the water with a chill running down his spine. The icy water was bone-chilling, and after touching it with his hand, his palm still felt numb.

  With only three days left until the deadline, he still hadn't broken through the One Breath Gate. The Pú Yāo was still as calm and collected as ever, but Zuǒ Mò had come to realize that this guy really didn't care about his own life or death. However, after all these days, he wasn't completely without gains - he had thought of a method, and now he wanted to try it out to see if it would work.

  It's just...

  Rushing waterfalls cannot stop the cold air from spreading in all directions, and even by the pool, he can feel the overwhelming chill.

  He nervously licked his lips, not wanting to try this method, but with only three days left, he had no choice. After a moment of hesitation, he steeled himself, closed his eyes, and jumped into the pool with a splash.

  The icy water almost instantly froze his entire body, and he couldn't help but shudder. He sank down like a stone, the water pouring into his mouth and nose, the outside world suddenly isolated, quiet enough to hear his own heartbeat.

  After the initial panic, Zuo Mo quickly calmed down and immediately began to circulate his breath according to the "Fetal Breathing".

  Nor did he know whether it was the stimulation of the cold water that his consciousness was exceptionally clear and his breathing was also exceptionally smooth.

  After a stick of incense, this breath gradually exhausted, the feeling of suffocation became stronger.

  Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and steeled himself, knowing that the most crucial moment had arrived. Every time before, he would unconsciously open his mouth to breathe at this step. The "Breathing Technique for Embryonic Breathing" didn't have much explanation on this step, as if it was a simple matter in the eyes of the cultivator who created this technique.

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