I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

The sun is hot.

A pergola was set up in the field, and Zhou Yi was lying on a soft chair.

After taking a sip of iced sour plum soup, I flipped through the chapter titled "Biography of Three Heroes".

"Chapter 309, love turns into hatred, who suffers the torture... It's well written, huh? Why is it missing!"

Zhou Yiteng sat up from the chair, and after repeated confirmation, the author of the story was the eunuch. Maybe it was because he earned enough spirit stones, or maybe he died of old age, it's a pity that he didn't see the end.

The owner of Jingxuzhai has a very miscellaneous collection of books, and Zhou Yi is not picky, he borrows all kinds of books to read.

Such as miscellaneous notes, biographies, anecdotes, and even fairy tale novels, as well as critical readings.

This volume of "Three Heroes" is an excellent storybook, and the fighting skills and fighting are described very neatly. Of course, the protagonists in the book are all a generation of arrogance, and the real world of cultivating immortals is just around the corner.

Not far away, Guchen's magic power was exhausted, and a familiar person came over to grab a cold drink.

There are two deck chairs under the arbor, and the other one is for Gu Chen.

"Comfortable."

Gu Chen drank three cups in a row and breathed a sigh of relief.

Cultivators are not affected by cold and heat, and still have a sweet and sour taste, otherwise they will become stones.

Then he glanced at the storybook on the table, shook his head and said, "It's useless to read this casual book. The person who wrote it should be a monk, but he's probably gone crazy."

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "Brother Gu, everything is useful and useless, isn't it too tiring?"

Gu Chen was silent for a while, then spoke slowly.

"You are still young. When you are my age, you will know that life is short and things are many. I wish I could live two days in one day."

"It's called living with a purpose."

Zhou Yi didn't know how to comfort him for a while. The two had known each other for four years, and basically met in the field every day, and they already knew each other's history.

Gu Chen practiced ancestral exercises. He was in his thirties when he entered Xiaodan Mountain, and now he is in his eighties. He is still trapped in the third level of Qi Refining, and his path must have been cut off.

The fourth floor is the mid-stage of gas refining, and there is a bottleneck that is not really a bottleneck.

For monks with three spiritual roots or even better qualifications, they got through it without feeling it, but it has troubled Gu Chen for more than 20 years.

Of course, it has a lot to do with Gu Chen's farming day and night in recent years, and basically no time for penance.

"Bentou? Hoho, the spirit root will determine the monk's life!"

Gu Chen laughed bitterly, and his voice was a bit sad: "Is it possible that I don't know that reading is good? Borrowing classics also costs spiritual stones. Why not save them and pay off the debts of the Dongfu earlier. After getting the land deed, it will be a family inheritance."

For the Dongfu in Xiaodan Mountain, if the monk pays off the debt before death, the title deed can be passed on to descendants or disciples with spiritual roots.

Spiritual roots are rare, and there is no one in a million mortals.

Gu Chen married many wives in the common world, and only a few years ago, he had a grandson with four spirit roots, and then began to farm desperately to earn spirit stones.

The Xiaodanshan Cave Mansion does not prohibit Taoist couples from staying in, but does not allow families to live together. This has promoted the sales of the cave mansion, and basically prohibited the family power from ostracizing the disciples of the Danding Sect.

Gu Chen paid off his debts in the Dongfu where he lived, and then changed to another Dongfu to practice, and his grandson was no longer under the pressure of borrowing.

"We let this Dongfu exploit us for most of our lives, so we can't let our grandson suffer."

"Brother Gu is right."

Zhou Yi nodded and said: "The family has been passed down from generation to generation, maybe someday there will be a Erlinggen or even a Tianlinggen, who will directly worship the Dandingzong and become the master of Xiaodanshan."

Gu Chen smiled and said, "Just like the Ling family?"

The Ling family was originally similar to the ancient morning. Two monks in the family were farming in Xiaodan Mountain. As a result, a granddaughter with double spiritual roots was born in the family, and she became an official disciple of the Dandingzong in one fell swoop.

Uncles and grandparents are more expensive than grandchildren, so there is no need to plant land, and errands are arranged in the office.

"Real-time changes, no one can tell."

Zhou Yi said faintly: "Such mysterious and unpredictable, isn't it the charm of the world of cultivating immortals?"

"Haha! We have cultivated the Tao for a hundred years, so it is not as clear as a young man like you."

While chatting, Gu Chen did not forget to run his exercises, he recovered part of his mana while talking, and got up to water the spiritual fields.

Zhou Yi drank another cup of sour plum soup, left most of the remaining half of the tank, and left with the storybook in his arms.

...

trading area.

With his hands in his hands, Zhou Yi walked around the streets.

When I met a monk I knew, I nodded with a smile, and said some unnutritious words, mostly about how I am doing recently, and I can make do with it.

Look at each store, inquire about prices, and accurately grasp market trends.

The items displayed on the street stalls can be sold, and the prices are 20 to 30% lower than those in the shops. It's just that the quality, authenticity and fakes are mixed.

There are often rumors that a certain monk picked up leaks on the street stalls, and a few spirit stones were worth hundreds or thousands of dollars.

Zhou Yi also listened to it, laughing and laughing as a joke, whoever believes is a fool!

In the end.

I saw the Daoist Hu, who sold wine, with gray hair and a strong smell of wine lees in his Taoist robe, and his two front teeth were exposed when he spoke.

There were twenty or so jars of wine on the booth, sealed with red mud, and pasted with numbers ranging from one to twenty.

Anyone who visits often knows that Hu Taoists can only brew one kind of spiritual wine "Chihong". When the wine is poured into the cup, it looks like a red rainbow hanging from the sky, blooming with brilliance, hence the name!

Zhou Yi squatted in front of the booth and asked, "Old Hu, why are you willing to sell 20-year-old spirit wine today?"

Taoist Hu grinned and said, "Hey! I'm happy, but I won't tell you!"

"Yes! The 20-year-old altar is cheaper, and you can sell it to me for five spirit stones."

The price Zhou Yi offered was not low, and it basically emptied out all the remaining family assets. Fortunately, his lifespan is unlimited, so there is no need to use spirit stones and spirit pills to improve his cultivation.

Daoist Hu hesitated for a moment, looking at the old customer's face: "I sold you."

Zhou Yi paid the Lingshi and left with the wine jar.

All the way to the southeast corner of the trading area.

Jingxu fast.

Zhou Yi walked in and saw two monks negotiating the price.

The jade slips of exercises and spells are sold here, and collecting classics is only the hobby of the master of Jingxuzhai.

The host, named Jingxu, is a hundred and one years old, and still has black hair, no different from thirty or forty years old. It is said that he took Zhuyan Dan when he was young, and he can maintain this appearance until the end of his life.

Until the monk paid the Lingshi and left the shop together.

Zhou Yi came forward with the wine and put it on the counter together with "Three Heroes".

"Senior, is there a second half of this book? I feel itchy after reading it."

"It's really that pretty?"

Jingxu said: "Instead of reading the absurd stories in this book, it would be more useful to read a few farming notebooks, and maybe you can collect a few more liters of Lingmi."

"That's really boring!"

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Our temperament and talent probably have nothing to do with the description in the book, can't we imagine it?"

"Hahaha, that's right!"

Jingxu immediately beamed with joy, lifted the cover of the wine jar, sniffed the smell, and poured it into his mouth.

Gudong Gudong!

After drinking half a jar of wine, he quietly wiped his mouth and handed the rest to Zhou Yi.

"Hu Taoist's nature is not good, but this spirit wine brewing method is getting more spicy and mellow!"

"That is, if only Lao Hu could be so carefree!"

Zhou Yi gulped down half the altar of wine, and the spirit wine melted into his limbs and bones, and he circulated the Guiyuan formula to refine it into mana, which was comparable to retreating for more than ten days.

"happy!"

"You are interesting, planting a year for a happy life."

Jingxu took out a book from under the counter: "The author of the script hasn't written it yet, I'll go and urge him in person, take this book back and read it for yourself, don't pass it on to others."

"Um?"

Zhou Yi's expression was slightly condensed, and he borrowed hundreds of books from the old Taoist Jingxu, this was the first time he specifically instructed him.

He took the book with both hands and saw his name on the cover.

"Analytic Essays on the Reiki of the Pure Lord".