Chapter 27 Methods (for collection)
miles away.
Fang Xi pulled out the Qinghe Sword from the heart of an old warrior, splashing a pool of blood.
"The old guy doesn't talk about martial arts, but luckily I'm used to it."
Since he made a big purchase in the market a few months ago, he has always been robbed when he comes out.
Fortunately, being reduced to the highest level of robbing, which is the level of a real warrior, can be easily settled, but there is no big gain from touching the corpse, which makes Fang Xi feel a little regretful.
He walked into a private house that had long been deserted, and started to travel.
'The so-called best way to avoid tracking is to disappear completely! '
'I will stay in the world of cultivating immortals for a while, and come back after practicing martial arts...'
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Black Rock City.
The sky is always dark, with strange light falling through the layers of black fog.
The edge of the inner city and the outer city.
A big house.
A few sporadic 'cursers' are wandering around.
According to the rapidly developing experience of scavengers, once they enter the range covered by the tree canopy, they will inevitably be attacked by air roots, and there will be a large number of "wooden men" and "cursed men" besieged, almost dead!
The wooden man's strength surpassed that of ordinary martial arts masters.
Even if you curse someone, it is very troublesome to fight against a warrior with three changes in energy and blood.
But now that supplies are gradually depleted, for the sake of their lives, there are still many people who are not afraid of death trying to cruise on the edge of danger and look for opportunities.
The gate of the wooden house was gently opened, and two children emerged from it.
They don’t know where the wandering orphans are, and they form a team together, and they are adventurously searching for supplies.
"Hurry up, monsters are coming!"
A girl with braids lowered her voice.
"Don't worry, Xiaoyun, Brother Gou is always fast!" Running out of the inner house was a half-grown boy, dressed in ragged clothes, with bulging arms.
At this time, their footsteps that they thought were very careful still attracted the attention of a curser.
"Not good, Xiaoyun, you go first!"
Brother Gou stuffed the package in his arms to Xiaoyun, and pushed the little girl away.
The cursed person turned his head. This cursed person looked like a woman, most of his face was covered with black runes, and his absent-minded eyes were staring at the two living people.
Suddenly, she sped up and ran at a very fast speed.
"Walk!"
Brother Gou grabbed a rock, threw it at the curse woman, and ran in the opposite direction: "Come on, come and catch me!"
"Dog brother!"
Xiao Yun ran to the outer city while crying.
If the food is not brought back, the children younger than them will starve to death in the small broken house.
boom!
Unfortunately, she was too sad, she didn't pay attention when she was running, and fell hard.
The little girl didn't cry out in pain, but just held on tightly to the package in her arms.
However, a few pieces of bacon still rolled out.
Snapped!
A piece of bacon rolled a few times on the ground, landed next to a shoe and stopped.
Xiaoyun looked up, the first thing he saw were feet like iron pillars, and then a man like an iron tower.
A look of horror suddenly appeared on her face.
The children who are still alive now know to stay away from anyone who is stronger than them, because strangers may have malicious intentions!
"Here...here you!"
Xiao Yun said timidly, her voice was full of tears: "But can you save some for me?"
The big man picked up the bacon, put it in the hands of the little girl, and said with a smile, "I, Zhang Junming, never take ill-gotten gains!"
While speaking, the big man dodged and killed the curse woman.
When he was in action, the muscles of his whole body squirmed like running water, and he was a master who had entered the realm of martial arts master.
boom!
The curse woman let out a scream and was sent flying.
Zhang Junming held a child in one hand, quickly escaped from the danger zone, and did not put them down until the edge of the outer city.
"Thank you for this hero!"
The young dog brother hastily squeezed out a smile, and his flexible eyes glanced wildly.
"Haha, don't worry, a certain family won't have any wrong thoughts, but your cleverness, a certain family likes it very much. If it was before, they would have to accept an apprentice, alas..."
Zhang Junming sighed: "It's a pity that my disciples are almost dead..."
"Big brother, here you are!"
Zhang Junming was stunned, and immediately laughed, picked up this piece of dirty bacon that he had absolutely dismissed a few months ago, and took a bite: "It's delicious, it's really delicious..."
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"tasty!"
On Green Bamboo Mountain.
Fang Xi beat a pheasant, without using a pot, plucked the hair directly, removed the internal organs, stuffed it with bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms, added various seasonings, and then paste it with mud to make a beggar's chicken.
Bite the chicken wings at this time, so fresh that the eyebrows almost fell off.
"Haha, Brother Fang is called Huaji, it's really unique."
Chen Ping sat next to him, tearing a chicken leg quickly. The chicken leg was fragrant, and with just a light shake, the meat and bone were naturally separated.
Surrounded by the fire, there were two casual practitioners, who looked much more downcast than Fairy Yunmeng and others, and their cultivation bases were in the early stage of Qi refining.
When Chen Ping came back from Mingqing Pavilion, he felt a little sorry.
Then re-introduced two fellow Taoists to Fang Xi.
This time, he learned his lesson and chose circles of almost the same level.
The location was also chosen on the edge of the shanty town, and a wild barbecue came directly.
"Hehe... Fang Daoyou's culinary skills are definitely considered a master chef in the world. I wonder if you have the willingness to develop into a spiritual chef?"
An old Taoist who looks quite fairy-like is quickly gnawing on a chicken butt, and there are two clean chicken feet next to him. Seeing him eating and licking his fingers, he seems to be enjoying some peerless delicacy generally.
This person calls himself 'Jiuxuan Master', and he is not bad in terms of sales. In fact, he is only at the second level of Qi Refining. At the bottom of the class, the knowledge is indeed not bad, especially knowing a lot about the mundane.
"How can you have meat without wine?"
Beside Jiuxuan is a young man in a green shirt, who looks like a knight in the secular world.
He looks to be in his twenties, but his cultivation has already reached the peak of the third level of Qi Refining.
This person's name is 'Di Qi', and he is a member of a small Qi refining family near Qingzhu Mountain, ranking seventh.
Although the spiritual root aptitude is not good, among the people present, wealth is undoubtedly the first.
At this time, he directly took out a bottle of gourd spirit wine and shared it with everyone.
"Fellow Daoist Di is generous!"
Chen Ping quickly took out a cup, looked at it and threw it away, replaced it with a broken bowl, and said with a smile: "This gourd spirit wine can sell at least one spirit stone in Fangshi!"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter... I always think that it is a pleasure to have a few friends to cultivate immortals and discuss Taoism together!"
Di Qi smiled and said.
In fact, he still cares about his identity.
After all, family monks, even if they are Qi-refining family monks who are similar to casual cultivators, are one level higher than casual cultivators!
However, Chen Ping is regarded as a future talisman maker, so he still has to give some face.
The four of them drank and ate meat together, enjoying themselves.
After he was full of wine and food, Master Jiuxuan began to talk about the world. He traveled all over his life and had rich and extraordinary experiences.
Even Fang Xi listened with gusto.
At the beginning, he wanted to join various circles, just to broaden his knowledge and network.
At this time, when I heard old man Jiuxuan bragging about how he had taken several great masters in the mundane martial arts as his servants, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "No matter how strong a mundane martial artist is, he can't compare to a cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining!" who?"
"Even so, it's still very good to use it as a handyman, or for those heroines to warm their beds."
Master Jiuxuan had a look of aftertaste on his face, and his smile was very springy.
"It's not necessarily... If the secular warriors are well prepared, cooperate with the terrain and equipment... If I run out of mana in the early stage of Qi refining, it is really possible to capsize." Di Qi said.
As a family cultivator, he was specially warned by his elders.
"Actually...the way of ordinary warriors' body training is somewhat similar to physical training." Fang Xi secretly led the topic.
"No, no..." Master Jiuxuan shook his head: "Even if Qin Tian, the famous 'body armor' among the Thirteen Armored Armors of the Yue Kingdom, was known as one of the ten strongest kungfu masters, he was so powerful that he could practice it all by himself. , in the end, he was a little bit worse than a cultivator at the first level of body training, and...he died suddenly within a few years."
"This person has a high probability of dying due to internal conflicts. If we are monks and use spiritual knowledge to reconcile, there may not be a way out, and even a higher achievement!" Fang Xi's eyes flashed.
"Difficult, difficult, difficult... If the worldly martial art is comparable to the secret method of body cultivation, I would have learned it a long time ago." Chen Ping shook his head and said authentically.
"Actually, there may not be no way."
Di Qi heard the words, but pretended to be profound.
"Oh? I still need to ask Fellow Daoist Di for advice." Fang Xi's heart moved, secretly thinking that the joke finally came.
Di Qi took a sip of the spirit wine from the gourd, as if closing his eyes to savor it, he shook his head and said: "The spiritual consciousness of a cultivator can only temporarily suppress the internal conflicts. If you want to eradicate hidden dangers, you might as well buy a pill from the Danding Pavilion." Breath Adjusting Pill', this pill is best at reconciling the internal breath of different species, my family recruited a peerless martial artist who is rare in the rivers and lakes for a hundred years as a servant, and this is the reward!"
Fang Xi's eyes brightened when he heard the words.
It's not that he is sure that the Breath Adjustment Pill can solve his problem.
It is a problem that is difficult to break through due to the mixed energy and blood of martial arts, and it may be a shackle in Great Liang.
But in the eyes of the Foundation Establishment Overhaul in the Southern Wilderness Immortal Cultivation Realm, it might be a joke!
‘After all, the Breath Adjusting Pill only solves the internal breath problem of Yue warriors, and it is completely different from Qi and blood. '
‘But in the Danding Pavilion, there may not be no pills to reconcile martial arts qi and blood! '
‘Even, as long as the elixir that increases the upper limit of qi and blood is desired, alchemists may not be unable to make it! '
Fang Xi was overjoyed.
The resources and experience of the two worlds learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and there is hope for one's own path, and hope for longevity!
(end of this chapter)