"Bang!"

A small white bottle was thrown to the ground, with fragments flying, and several pills originally contained inside were also broken. [.Com text]

The elixir was mottled and rough. On the surface of the elixir, you could occasionally see fine grass leaves.

Lin Mu looked at the pill that he had broken with his own hands and felt weak inside.

This is a bottle of spirit-gathering pill. If the practitioners in the Qi Refining stage take it, it will be of great benefit to their cultivation.

But this bottle of Spirit Gathering Pill is a useless pill!

Waste pills are the product of failed alchemy and cannot be used for cultivation at all. If you have to take them forcibly, it will cause great harm to the body.

When Lin Mu just got the bottle of spirit gathering pill, he found that it was another bottle of waste pill. But he endured it and did not cause any attack. Because the person who sent him the bottle of waste pill was a deacon disciple.

At Qianyu Jianmen, Lin Mu is just a servant, responsible for washing clothes, cooking, carrying water and cleaning. The deacon disciples are specialized in managing the affairs of outer disciples, and the distribution of spirit gathering pills is naturally also included.

Every time Lin Mu was a traitor for a month, the sect would distribute him two low-grade spirit stones and a bottle of spirit gathering pills.

However, the deacon Ma grabbed profits from it and enriched his personal pockets. Although the two low-grade spirit stones would not be deducted, the spirit-gathering pill was used as inferior and distributed the waste pill to Lin Mu. The intact spirit-gathering pill was embezzled by him and took it himself.

This is the third time that Lin Mu has obtained the destruction pill, and the Deacon Ma has been in charge of the affairs of the outer disciples for just three months. In other words, after he came, Lin Mu has never received the complete spirit gathering pill again. Now it seems that he will not expect it in the future.

After working hard for a month, but in the end, nothing can be obtained. Who can not be angry?

However, Lin Mu was angry, but he felt more powerless in his heart. The deacon Ma had already achieved the seventh level of Qi refining, and he had just had the third level of Qi refining and was unable to resist.

Moreover, Lin Mu himself knew that low cultivation was not the main reason. The reason why that deacon horse was like this was because Lin Mu had the five elements spiritual root.

Spiritual roots are extremely important for practitioners. In the world of cultivation, single-type spiritual roots are the best, such as single water and fire spiritual roots, secondly, double-type spiritual roots, such as water and fire spiritual roots, and earth and wood spiritual roots. Another point is the three-type spiritual roots, and the worst is the five-element spiritual roots. The better the spiritual roots, the more sensitive they are to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the faster their practice speed.

Lin Mu's spiritual root is the worst five elements spiritual root. His spiritual root is too balanced, with gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and five elements, but it is not outstanding. Compared with other disciples, his ability to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is more than half weaker. Although he has worked very hard, he will practice the mental method taught by the sect three times. But in three years, the others have already been at the fifth level of Qi refining, and he is still hovering at the third level of Qi refining. Moreover, as time goes by, the gap will become bigger and bigger.

The deacon Ma was attracted by Lin Mu's slow cultivation, so he disobeyed Lin Mu's spirit gathering pills. He didn't have to worry that Lin Mu's cultivation would one day surpass him and then seek revenge on him.

In addition, he deducted Lin Mu's spirit-gathering pill, Lin Mu's cultivation speed would be slower, and his cultivation speed would be slightly higher. There was no worries, so he was so unscrupulous.

Lin Mu sat on the futon in the quiet room with his head in his head. The broken porcelain pieces and mottled elixirs seemed to be silently mocking him.

Lin Mu no longer had the intention to practice. He sat on the cushion in the room and stared blankly, and his heart was filled with sorrow.

After a long time, the room became dark. Lin Mu took a jade pendant from his neck, held the jade pendant in his hand and cried silently, tears flowing on his face.

He remembered his parents' advice before leaving, asking him to practice well in the door. Before leaving, his mother even put the only valuable thing in the family on the house's jade pendant on his neck, hoping to bless him with peace.

It was three years ago, when Lin Mu's hometown was famine, and the ground was full of hunger, and Lin Mu's family had no rice to put into pot. The family lived on the bark, and later the bark was eaten up and life was unsustainable.

At that time, the elders of Qianyu Sword Sect came there to select outer disciples, saying that they could have food and clothing when entering Qianyu Sword Sect.

When Lin Mu's father heard about this, he looked at Lin Mu, who was no longer as thin as a human. He felt sad. He took Lin Mu through dozens of miles of mountain road, rushed to the elder, knelt on the ground, begging the elder to accept Lin Mu. He knew that it would be difficult for the immortals to meet again in the future, but he could not watch his son starve to death in front of him.

The elder checked Lin Mu's roots and said that Lin Mu had spiritual roots for cultivating immortals, but their spiritual roots were too poor and there was no hope of seeking immortals.

Lin Mu's father knelt on the ground and kowtowed and begged hard, nodding like garlic, and blood flowed on his forehead. Lin Mu was also busy and kept kowtowing. Seeing that they were sincere, the elders were compassionate and took Lin Mu into the mountain gate.

After Lin Mu entered Qianyu Sword Sect, he did have no worries about food and clothing, but because of his poor spiritual roots, his practice was slow and he suffered from cold eyes. Now he was blatantly deprived of his hard work by Deacon Ma.

Lin Mu was very worried about his parents, and I wonder if they had survived that famine. On several occasions, he wanted to go down the mountain and go home to visit his parents.

But Qianyu Sword Sect has rules, and you cannot go down the mountain until the foundation-building period.

This means that if Lin Mu cannot build a foundation, he will never see his parents again in his life.

Therefore, he has been practicing hard all the time, hoping to build a foundation as soon as possible and go back as soon as possible.

However, his spiritual roots are too poor and his cultivation is progressing slowly. Now his spirit gathering pill has been swallowed by Deacon Ma, so he is afraid that the foundation building will be even more hopeless.

He took three years to reach the third level of Qi Refining. There are ten levels in the Qi Refining Period, and the slower the speed. With his speed, it may take fifty years to build the foundation.

Fifty years later, my parents must have passed away.

When Lin Mu thought of his parents being lonely and old, no one was with him before he died. He felt even more sad, and he cried even harder and cried endlessly.

He held the jade pendant tightly with both hands, put his forehead on his hands, and cried with sadness. The crying sound was depressing and the sob was hard to whine.

After a while, the crying gradually stopped. Lin Mu held the jade pendant and wiped away his tears silently.

I secretly swear in my heart that I must build a foundation and see my parents again in my lifetime.

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