The Name of Eternity.

Chapter 315: Holy Land Sword God War

"You have just recovered a little, so you should not move around and rest more."

The old man with white beard gave kind care.

"Ah."

Li Hao nodded.

He also felt that his physical condition at the moment was worse than ever. He had stayed in the void for too long, his combat body was shattered, and he had been eroded too deeply by the power of the void. These forces seemed to condense in his body, like ferocious piercings, constantly destroying his flesh, which was equal to his own self-healing ability.

It can only rely on the attribute of keeping a low profile to slowly heal.

The Taoist power converted in the body also dissipated a lot, and his cultivation fell to the early stage of True Person, and he needed to condense the Taoist power again.

The injury was serious this time, but the only thing to be thankful for is that at least I managed to save my life.

It is a miracle that we can escape from the hands of the saint.

Thinking of Xu Sheng and Yang Sheng, Li Hao couldn't help but reveal murderous intent in his heart, but he quickly restrained it. He put the thought aside and focused on healing his injuries for the time being.

"From your accent, you are not from my Canglan Realm, right?"

The white-bearded old man asked gently.

Canglan Realm? Li Hao's heart moved and he breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that it wasn't Yunxia Realm.

Otherwise, it would be too dangerous for him with his current strength under the eyes of his enemies.

"I was being chased by my enemies and fled here from somewhere else. Thank you for taking me in."

Li Hao lowered his eyebrows and said this, which was considered to be honest, but he did not reveal that the person chasing him was a saint.

The white-bearded old man's eyes flickered slightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said:
"When you get involved in the martial arts world, you will inevitably get involved in trouble. I won't ask about your enemies. This is the Sword Ancestor Holy Land. You can stay here and recover from your injuries."

"Thank you." Li Hao thanked again.

The old man with white beard didn't say anything more, but picked up the herbs beside him, crushed them and ground them into powder.

There was a gust of breeze in the courtyard. The woman's sword seemed to be drawing energy from the air. White mist gathered at the tip of the sword, like a ribbon, graceful and gentle, yet implying a fierce attack, a combination of hardness and softness, implying a very deep way of softness.

Li Hao sat on a straw mat and looked out, and saw that the woman's sword skills were quite advanced and not inferior to his own.

Currently, his swordsmanship is still at the sixth level, and he has yet to comprehend other skills and break through to the seventh level.

I had fought in succession before, and although my level had been constantly improving, my swordsmanship and boxing skills had gradually fallen behind, and I had a feeling of being powerless during the battles. Now, taking this opportunity to recuperate, I could find a way to improve my swordsmanship.

Li Hao thought about it, called up the interface, and looked at his current attributes:
9 levels of physical body, 7 levels of control, 6 levels of body movement, 6 levels of swordsmanship, and 6 levels of boxing.

In terms of arts and skills, chess has 6 levels, music has 4 levels, poetry and calligraphy has 4 levels, carving has 4 levels, cooking has 9 levels, painting has 7 levels, and fishing has 5 levels.

Remaining art points: 5 points.

State of mind: Heart of poetry and calligraphy, heart of carving (available)

The two states of mind that were previously exchanged for only 200 merits in the Merit Treasury allowed Li Hao's poetry, calligraphy and sculpture to successfully enter the fourth stage, allowing him to continue to improve his experience.

If he studies and comprehends it on his own, he will have to ignore everything else for at least two or three months and devote himself completely to it before he can understand it, which can save him several months of effort.

At present, for the third art, the best choice is the 6th dan chess.

After Li Hao had played chess with Emperor Yu, he had already vaguely felt the spiritual state of chess, and now he was only one step away from success.

At this moment, suddenly a bell sound came from a distant place.

The ringing of the bell resounds like a dusk drum, giving people a comfortable feeling of a vibration in their hearts and spleens, as if all the distracting thoughts in their minds have been cleared away.

"Grandpa, I'm going to the holy land to practice morning exercises first."

Inside the courtyard, the woman finished her sword practice and turned to look towards the alchemy room. Her eyes swept over Li Hao and she spoke to the old man with white beard.

"Ah."

The old man with white beard was concentrating on grinding the medicine powder. He just responded without looking up.

Li Hao watched his savior fly away on his sword and disappear into the horizon in a blink of an eye.

The yard became quiet again, with only the gurgling sound of the stone hammer grinding the medicine powder.

Li Hao was quite curious about the surrounding environment, but he knew that exploring too hastily would be counterproductive. He was not in a hurry. He closed his eyes and rested, focusing on recovering from his injuries first.

time flies.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

After recuperation and self-healing, the void erosion in Li Hao's body was purified by one third, and his complexion was improving.

At this moment, Li Hao was sitting in the corridor in the courtyard, with his feet dangling in the air outside the corridor like a swing. He held a small knife and a piece of wood as long as chopsticks in his hands. The knife moved flexibly at his fingertips, and gradually carved out the image of an old man with kind eyes on the wood.

Soon, with the last cut completed, Li Hao also finished his work. Seeing the experience prompts appearing on the panel, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

During the past month, he had planned to study chess and fishing, and make these two arts become spiritual, but no one here likes to play chess, and he cannot accumulate experience by playing by himself, not to mention fishing, which can only be found outside the holy land.

As his injury has not healed yet, Li Hao is not in a position to run around to avoid accidents.

When I have nothing to do, I will improve my carving skills in this yard.

Anyway, you will have to improve sooner or later, and this quiet time is just right for a person to slowly carve.

In addition to accumulating experience in carving, he would also think about the last ray of inspiration in chess in his spare time, but he had no clue yet.

"Your carving skills are quite impressive. You must have studied it carefully."

The voice of the white-bearded old man came from behind. He glanced at the old man in Li Hao's hand. Seeing that it was his own appearance, his eyes softened a little and he said softly:

"I just received news that we need to refine 300 Spirit Concentration Pills today. You can come and help."

"okay."

Upon hearing this, Li Hao put away his knife and placed the wood carving of the old man in his hand on the wooden frame next to him.

In addition to the old man, there were many other carvings, many of which were Li Hao's acquaintances in the human world, as well as a little white fox and a big monster that he remembered.

After putting it away, Li Hao came to the alchemy room. After a month of getting along, Li Hao also knew the identity of this old man. His name was Lin Shanhai. He was a high-level alchemist in the Sword Ancestor Holy Land. His status was extremely high, second only to the Semi-Saint Elder.

There are also alchemists in the Dayu Divine Dynasty, who are under the control of the royal family. There are also alchemists in the martial arts sects, but the recipes and techniques they master are limited, and their treatment cannot be compared with that of the Royal Alchemy Academy.

"It's the same as always. You stir-fry first, and I'll refine it."

Lin Shanhai moved the herbs over and said to Li Hao, "Your family-inherited skill of stir-frying is amazing. Since you helped me, the yield rate of my pills has increased, and the quality has also been greatly improved. However, these trivial matters have also increased..."

Speaking of this, he felt a little helpless, but there was still a smile on his face.

After all, you can get a certain commission every time you make elixirs, and the more work you do, the more benefits you get.

"It's just a small trick, not worth mentioning."

Li Hao smiled. He never expected that his cooking skills would be related to alchemy.

When he saw the old man making elixirs and smelled the strange fragrance, he suddenly had an idea and wondered if his cooking skills could be used to cook medicinal herbs into delicacies that could rival elixirs.

After having this idea, he borrowed the low-grade medicinal materials left over by the old man and tried cooking. With the core refining ability of the Ninth Stage Cooking Dao, the essence of the medicinal materials was extracted and made into simple medicinal dishes, the effect of which was really not inferior to elixirs.

Moreover, compared to elixirs, it does not contain fire poison and is absorbed purely. Even in Li Hao's special case, it can be absorbed and treated as a dish without being isolated by the panel.

"This is not a trick. This is a refining technique that many alchemists dream of mastering. One of the core elements of alchemy is refining, followed by proportioning and refining. Your refining technique is the best and most unique I have ever seen. Even an old man like me is ashamed of myself."

Lin Shanhai exclaimed: "Your ancestor must have been an extremely powerful alchemist. He turned this purification technique into a cooking method to avoid being spied on by outsiders, and passed it down in this obscure way."

"……Maybe."

Li Hao felt a little ashamed. His previous display of culinary skills and the casually made-up words made the old man imagine a background of love and hatred. He even thought that he was being hunted by his enemies because this secret was leaked and spied on by someone with ulterior motives.

Li Hao naturally did not explain this... That's great.

At this moment, he stepped forward to help and prepared the herbs.

When Lin Shanhai started the furnace, he immediately used his palm to urge the medicinal materials, stir-frying and melting them in the void, and used his energy as a shovel to refine the medicinal materials.

Soon, the herbs were cooked and emerald green juice came out of them.

Lin Shanhai already had experience, and he tacitly opened the furnace cover.

Li Hao introduced all the refined medicinal juice into the alchemy furnace.

Flames appeared on Lin Shanhai's palms, and he began to control the condensation of the medicine in the furnace.

The two of them had a clear division of labor and worked together. Soon, pills emitting fragrance were taken out of the medicine furnace.

"nailed it."

Two hours later, all three hundred Spirit-Concentrating Pills were refined.

Lin Shanhai smiled, patted his back, and said:

"It will be much easier with your help. You are unfamiliar with the Canglan Realm and have no relatives or friends. If you are willing, you can stay here and be my alchemy assistant. Once you have learned those intermediate alchemy recipes, you can be promoted to an intermediate alchemist and enjoy an extraordinary status. In the future, I will pass on the advanced alchemy recipes to you."

"Mr. Lin, you are too polite. It's just a small matter of raising your hand to help. It would be awkward to mention the recipe."

Li Hao shook his head.

Lin Shanhai shook his head and smiled. This was not the first time he had mentioned this, but he was used to Li Hao's repeated rejections.

"Come, have some tea."

Lin Shanhai brought tea and invited Li Hao to have a drink and rest.

Li Hao also sat down at the tea table and sipped tea with him slowly, his eyes fixed on the woman practicing sword in the yard.

The other party's name is Lin Qingying, the granddaughter of Lin Shanhai and one of the Ten Holy Ladies of the Sword Ancestor Holy Land. She has an excellent talent for swordsmanship and holy bones in her body, and is suspected to be the reincarnation of a saint.

However, the reincarnated saint cannot recover all of his memories before he becomes a saint.

At this moment, the other party is still Lin Shanhai's granddaughter.

"Ms. Lin is really hardworking..."

Li Hao looked at the woman practicing sword skills day after day without interruption, and couldn't help feeling emotional. Whenever he saw these people practicing diligently, he felt ashamed.

But thinking that carving can be considered as a form of cultivation, I felt a little relieved.

"The Holy Land Sword God Tournament will begin soon. This time, the strongest genius in the Holy Land will be chosen to represent the Holy Land of the Sword Ancestor and fight in the Holy Land Pride Tournament. The quota is extremely precious and it is related to the path to becoming a saint. Naturally, she dare not stop."

Lin Shanhai held the teacup and said with a smile, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

If you fight with others, you will get hurt, or even die.

But all things are in conflict, if you don’t advance you will retreat, and this road is destined to be one of blood and tears.

During this period of time, Li Hao also heard a lot about the Land of Saints, and he was no longer as unfamiliar with this place as he was at the beginning.

There are thirty-three realms and one hundred and eight saints. Thousands of years ago, many saints have used incarnations or reincarnations of their original bodies to gain experience and cultivate in the mortal world.

Since a thousand years ago, every hundred years, there will be a war among the geniuses that sweeps across the thirty-three realms and covers many dynasties.

I heard that the person who gets first place will be worshipped by all nations and become a saint instantly!
This also leads to the fact that the battles among the geniuses of all nations every hundred years are extremely fierce, and many reincarnated saints will also participate in the competition.

With a dong, the morning bell rang.

When Lin Qingying heard the bell, he slowly put away his sword, turned around and saw an old man and a young boy drinking tea in the yard with a calm look in his eyes.

After living together for a month, she has gotten used to Li Hao's presence. She also learned from her grandfather that this man picked up by her was from an alchemy family, but something may have happened to his ancestors, causing the family to decline. Now he has become her grandfather's assistant in alchemy.

She was not interested in alchemy, so naturally she didn't bother to pay much attention to it.

"Grandpa, I'm going to the holy land to practice morning exercises."

Lin Qingying said to Lin Shanhai.

Then he flew away on his sword.

(End of this chapter)