Longevity: Starting with Only One Life, Cultivation Depends Entirely on Survival

According to Jiang Mu's understanding, the incarnation of spiritual consciousness is somewhat similar to the incarnation outside the body, but it is also somewhat different.

Ordinary monks can achieve ordinary external incarnations.

It's nothing more than some treasures from heaven and earth, fused with one's own divine thoughts.

The more powerful external incarnation can be regarded as a branch of the monk's spiritual consciousness. It has the same thoughts as the main body and always considers the main body.

Ordinary monks can cultivate one or two external incarnations, and their strength is one-third and two-thirds of the original body.

Because the spiritual consciousness of a monk is limited, the more spiritual consciousness is separated, the weaker the power will be, and the more serious the limitation of the body will be.

And Jiang Mu inherited the divine consciousness of Hongchen. The divine consciousness is already extremely powerful. Although he has not yet truly set foot on the divine consciousness, he can still compete with the quasi-holy divine thoughts.

As for his spiritual consciousness taking form, after the soul leaves the physical body, it can still roam freely in the world, like a real entity.

The more realistic it is, the more powerful the consciousness is.

You can even kill opponents in the same realm just by relying on your soul.

Of course, all this is just Jiang Mu's fantasy.

It is not difficult to achieve this step.

With Jiang Mu's current ability, it is impossible for his divine consciousness to take form.

He can only continue to temper his consciousness with thunder in the small world, making it more resilient and powerful, laying the foundation for future expectations.

After thinking that his spiritual consciousness has entered the Tao, he can make a preliminary attempt.

"Oh, it's another boring day."

After Jiang Mu's thunderous tempering was completed, he would stand up and stretch his body.

At this time, he would notice Jiang Fuli sitting on the eaves.

But it's usually dark by then.

Jiang Mu maintained the good habit of sleeping at sunrise and resting at sunset. He never practiced more at night and chose to sleep instead.

There are too many pressures on the path of spiritual practice. Sleeping is a beauty that many monks have lost.

Jiang Mu flew up lightly and sat next to Jiang Fuli.

"What's wrong? Are you homesick?"

Jiang Mu looked at the night under the stars and asked.

After all, it was somewhat uncomfortable to be suddenly sent to an unfamiliar person and leave the familiar sect.

"Go home if you feel homesick. I will make it clear to your ancestor. At worst, I will send someone here every once in a while. A genius like you shouldn't waste time like this."

"After all, every inch of time is worth an inch of gold."

Jiang Mu persuaded him enthusiastically, "And as an ancestor, Jiang Ling must also care about the physical and mental health of his disciples."

Jiang Fuli turned around, first politely called Senior, then shook his head and said: "My ancestor asked me to follow you, then I will follow you."

"Watch me, are you afraid I'll run away?"

Jiang Mu asked with a smile.

"no,"

Jiang Fuli shook his head again: "If you want to run away, Fuli, I can't stop you."

"Ancestor just told me that I need to have a good relationship with you, take good care of you, and learn some skills from you."

"It's just that I've been here for so long, Senior Kun, but you haven't even said a few words to me, let alone learned my skills."

Jiang Fuli laughed at himself.

"Uh... there's no need to say that. After all, we're not very familiar with each other."

Jiang Mu's words were also straightforward, and he was not worried about hurting Jiang Fuli's heart at all.

"And I have nothing to teach you about this kind of skill."

"Just like the most basic fireball technique, if you practice it to the extreme, it will be a great magical power."

"It is better to practice one sword technique a thousand times than to practice a thousand sword techniques."

"As I am practicing today, the magical powers and techniques I use are still learned when I was building foundations and golden elixirs."

When a monk reaches the later stage, every word and action he performs is like a myriad of magical powers.

But it’s no use, bells and whistles don’t hurt.

High-level monks fight for the elite.

Just like a saint who has entered the Tao, the laws of the Tao spread all over the world. No matter how many magical powers you have, I will break them all with one move.

Jiang Fuli was obviously stunned when he heard this.

Then he seemed to think of something, reacted, and said respectfully to Jiang Mu: "Thank you, Senior Kun, for your teaching."

"Haha, it's just a little experience, it's nothing."

Jiang Mu waved his hand.

The main reason is that Jiang Mu's first impression of Jiang Fuli was quite good. No matter what he did, he ignored or disturbed him.

"Senior, does he know Yang Wudi?"

As if he felt that Jiang Mu was actually very talkative, Jiang Fuli suddenly asked again.

"He's the number one genius in the world, of course he knows."

Jiang Mu replied.

"Well, the senior's words reminded me of this genius. It seems that when he fights with people, he has no extra magical powers. No matter what kind of attack he is, he can only break it with a spear."

Sure enough, all real geniuses have the same idea.

Jiang Fuli sighed in his heart.

"A few years ago, when there were no drastic changes in the Tianyu, I also challenged him, but I was not his opponent."

Jiang Fuli smiled bitterly, although they were both geniuses, the difference was not that big.

"Well, Yang Wudi claims to be the God of War and is qualified to be the Great Emperor. I'm very curious about who is more powerful, Senior Kun or him."

Jiang Fuli suddenly smiled.

Jiang Mu replied without thinking, "I'm better."

So immodest?

Jiang Fuli was also stunned by Jiang Mu's answer.

Or should we say that strong people have invincibility?

"Uh...Senior Kun is right. Now you are a quasi-sage. And Yang Wudi heard that in retreat, he seems to be able to break through to the quasi-sage. I think you will be better."

Jiang Fuli also took advantage of the situation to answer the question.

"Hey, Lao Kun, what are you two talking about?"

At this time, Cao Leping suddenly climbed onto the eaves.

"Look at me, lovers are having a tryst. Why am I joining in the fun?"

Cao Leping suddenly reacted and wanted to go down.

"Senior Cao...it's not what you think..."

Jiang Fuli's face turned slightly red and he spoke quickly.

"Hehe, I understand..."

Cao Leping gave a classic weird laugh and was about to go down the room.

"Old Cao, what are you thinking about every day?"

"Could it be that you were carried away by the young woman?"

"Sit down and drink!"

Jiang Mu glared at Cao Leping angrily.

He found that this kid was becoming more and more unruly.

"Uh... there are outsiders here, Lao Kun, give me some face..."

When Jiang Mu said this, Cao Leping's little hobby was ruined. His old face turned red and he sat next to Jiang Mu.

Jiang Mu took out the spirit wine and gave each of them a jar.

"Thank you, senior."

Jiang Fuli was still polite and said softly.

"Well, although your sect ancestor and I are called brothers, I am actually very young. You see, you are seven thousand years old, and I am only four thousand years old. You are three thousand years older than me. ”

"As the saying goes, a girl who is in her third year of college holds a golden brick; a girl who is in her thirtieth year is given a gift; a girl who is in her 300th grade is given an elixir; a girl who is 3,000 in her senior year is given an elixir..."

At this point, Jiang Mu smacked his mouth and said, "Haha, I got off track, it was just a joke, don't mind."

Cao Leping gave a thumbs up: "Awesome, Lao Kun, this jingle comes right after you open your mouth!"

"The literary talent is outstanding, but there is nothing we can do about it..."

Jiang Mu chuckled.

On the side, Jiang Fuli, who was listening to the conversation between the two, had a new view of the two of them.

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Afterwards, drink quietly.

"Lao Kun, sitting on the eaves now, I feel as if I have returned to the past."

After a while, after taking a sip of spiritual wine, Cao Leping looked at fate and suddenly said.

Jiang Mu also took a sip of wine and patted Cao Leping on the shoulder to express comfort.

"Then let's drink some together."

Without saying too much, Jiang Mu threw out two jars of wine and landed them firmly in front of the unknown grave in the small courtyard.

Jiang Fuli looked at the two people and then at the tomb in the courtyard.

She had already noticed the unique tomb in this small courtyard, but as usual, she never asked about it.

Because she knew that there was more than just a tomb there.

Every monk has a grave like this in his life.

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