Spring is coming in March.
The thunder faded away.
Early in the morning.
The mist is as hazy as sleepy eyes being forced open by the glow. As it rubs, figures float in the bustling street, and the steaming heat is crushed by a pair of leather boots.
The robe swayed, as if ripples were being torn apart in front of him.
A not-so-tall figure gnawed on berries and flew across the wide bricks.
"boom."
A young man who looked quite young bumped into the flying monk and hit him full in the chest.
The monk was not angry and helped the young man up.
The young man apologized, thanked and left. It wasn't until he was far away that he took out the money bag from his arms, opened it, and murmured: "Poor guy."
"Each other."
The monk also held a money bag in his hand and said with a smile.
Throwing the money bag into the pocket of a man who was in a hurry, the monk put his hands behind his back and lifted his legs again to move forward.
I met more and more people along the way, many of whom opened up their body-protecting Qi early.
His eyes were as bright as the light of a torch.
You don’t need to look too closely at their auras of inspiration, but you can tell by looking at them that most of these are Jin Dan Zhenren.
It's just that the faces of these Jindan masters are not at all calm, but instead look eager and excited.
There will naturally be someone to guide you when you come here.
The monk had already arrived at the place he wanted to reach with ease.
After getting close to the notice board, a high table was propped up beside it. The monk crouching at the desk waved his hand to signal the next person to come forward.
Without raising his head he asked: "What cultivation level?"
"Golden elixir."
"specific."
"Almost mid-term."
"A fast mid-term means there is no mid-term, and no mid-term means it is an early stage."
"In the early stage of Jindan, the first step was not safe. Can you take on the Guxian Tower case?"
The monk finally raised his head, pointed to the huge notice board in the distance, with jade slips hanging on it, and said calmly: "None of the cases above can be completed without the first step."
"Please be accommodating, sir. I just want the case of cleaning the tower library." The monk put on a smiling face and gently sandwiched a talisman under the jade slip. This invisible method attracted many monks.
There seemed to be nothing hidden in their eyes, but they didn't expose it.
The man at the desk glanced at the talisman, took out a jade slip with the long pole in his hand, threw it to the monk and said, "It's yours."
"Thank you, sir!"
The monk left with great gratitude.
"This kid is quite interesting. What's his name?"
The monk not far away from the man at the desk said with a smile.
"he?"
"Meng Zhi."
The monk at the desk continued: "The tower spirit is the most difficult to deal with, and it's thankless. But he is good. He also wants Sai Lingshi to help us fight for the tower case."
He shook his head slightly, not sure whether he was lamenting that the other party was not smart, or whether he was saying that this case was not as expected.
The monk not far away directly exposed it: "The first step is the limit of most living beings. How can you let him move forward without any inheritance?"
"He doesn't want to spend this spiritual stone, but there are plenty of people who will spend it."
"Senior brother, why should I cover up for him?"
From early morning to late afternoon.
Mengzhi counted the monsters he had eliminated.
The Shuge Tower is a stretching underground palace.
In such a place with abundant spiritual energy, many spirits will be born, and what he has to do is to sort them into categories, capture alive the spirits that Guxian Tower needs, and kill the unnecessary spirits to feed back the spiritual energy.
This is indeed a thankless job, but it is better than being able to read the messages left by some senior experts and figure out some clues from them.
It's a pity that he didn't have a chance to look at those banned Kung Fu books. It's really a pity.
dusk.
Mengzhi handed over the token and saw several acquaintances hanging around trying to figure out something.
He couldn't help but stop and ask: "Brothers, what are you discussing?"
"you do not know?"
"what do you know."
One of the monks wearing a blue robe said: "What happened in the City of All Things has been spread for a long time."
"The geniuses from several major sects' holy places gathered together to hunt for treasure, but in the end, the treasure flew away through the air. It is said that it was a weapon spirit treasure. The top-notch Taoist weapon, the strength of the weapon spirit surpasses all the geniuses."
"I've heard a little bit about it."
Meng Zhi nodded slightly.
Such legends and stories become more and more mysterious as they spread.
He wouldn't take it seriously.
The ancient city is the largest city of the Ancient Immortal Tower in the Eastern Wasteland. Even Tianji City and Wanwu City cannot compare with the ancient city. As a monk in the ancient city, even if his cultivation level is slightly lower, he knows the most and most comprehensive information.
There are many legends about catching wind and shadow.
What kind of poor kid gets a chance and suddenly leaps over the dragon gate and becomes a real dragon soaring into the sky and travels for five days?
Or maybe a young monk acquires the inheritance, opens up his Taoist body, makes great progress in cultivation, climbs the ranks with his beauty, and is out of control.
"..."
He had heard a lot of stories like this, and not only had he heard them, he had also seen them.
Back then, a monk had a great opportunity in the Ancient Immortal Tower. He was favored by the elders and passed on as a true successor. That incident undoubtedly made them, the Wild Fox Zen, jealous.
"This news has been circulating for many years. Even if there is a spiritual treasure, we will never be able to see it."
Another monk sighed: "I still don't know who released this news. I don't believe that the geniuses of the sect would be so compassionate as to tell us by such a great opportunity."
The monk in the blue robe took over and said: "It's easy to find the city of Wanwu, but I haven't heard of any news."
Meng Zhi was not interested in chatting with them. When he saw the sky, he suddenly became nervous. He bowed his hands and said goodbye, then hurriedly stepped onto the street and twisted into a small alley.
I saw the wine shop manager checking the accounts in front of the counter.
He said loudly: "Shopkeeper, everything remains as usual!"
"A pound?"
"One pound!"
"Your account..."
"It will be canceled at the end of the month." Meng Zhi waved his hand slightly.
He can still afford this amount of money for drinks.
It's just that the spiritual stone in his hand was used for other purposes, and it was difficult to turn around for a while, so he had to say hello to the shopkeeper to prevent the wine shop from letting him continue to drink.
This spiritual wine is of great use to him.
…
Carrying two pots of spiritual wine in jade bamboo tubes, the young man walked as fast as flying.
Dong Dong.
The door panel rang loudly.
Let a figure inside look sideways.
"what do you need?"
An ethereal, somewhat hoarse voice sounded from the shadows.
It seemed that the lights were flickering and the candles were fluttering, making the figure look very erratic and short in the cramped shop. However, when the young man got closer, he realized that the huddled shadow was so tall.
Meng Zhi had already been surprised.
This isn't his first time either.
He likes to come here.
This is a small shop that sells not many things, including dusty books, weapons on the shelves, and porcelain bottles that have been gathering dust for a long time.
It's as if this place doesn't just sell anything. It doesn't really look like a small shop, but more like a street stall selling groceries in a deep city.
The shopkeeper is a tall man.
He looks very old.
His hair is gray, his eyebrows are full of wrinkles, and his whole body curls up into a ball when he meditates.
He had seen the shopkeeper meditate, but there was no movement of spiritual energy, nor was there any circulation of mana.
Meditation is simply meditating, as a familiar thing without any utility.
But what he liked most was not observing the old man who was the shopkeeper meditating, but reading these dusty books.
Most of the books write about a vast array of miscellaneous matters, such as medical skills, prescriptions, and numerology, as well as some discussions on alchemy and weapon refining, as well as the application of talisman formations.
It may seem boring, but in fact Meng Zhi regards it as a treasure.
However, although these books are huge things, they are actually mostly basic.
One day he will be able to read them all.
After one year and seven months, he has read most of them.
Today, I brought two bottles of good wine, sat aside and looked at the old man who was holding a book and half lying on a wicker chair.
Mengzhi didn't speak for a long time.
I also found a book.
Surprised: "I think I have read this scripture once about how to improve the cycle of alchemy and sealing."
"What you are reading is the first volume, and this one is the second volume."
Mengzhi laughed loudly: "So that's what happened."
"Master Fox."
"Why do you write so many books?"
The old man glanced at the young man and said calmly: "Find a way."
"What way?"
The old man did not answer, but waved his hand: "You have too many questions today."
After the words fell, the old man stopped talking and continued to read the scriptures in his hands.
Meng Zhi walked over curiously, and what he saw was an explanation of Tao written by a secular so-called great Confucian.
He just glanced at it and then looked away in disappointment.
However, he was not disappointed. Instead, he held up his hands and said, "Master Fox, I have read 99% of the books in this small room. I am sincerely seeking to learn."
"Are you sincerely interested in studying?"
The white-haired old man looked at the young man.
He immediately shook his head and said: "At your age and with your cultivation level, you have committed all the mistakes you should have made."
"The way of teaching is rigid, and the ideas are mixed. I use them here and there but fail to integrate them. In the end, I rely on the support of my cultivation to melt them into iron blocks."
"In fact, he is full of craftsmanship and has no aura of his own."
"Did you read anything from these books of mine?"
"Master Fox, even if you give me a test, I can recite the contents like..."
"It's rote learning that a three-year-old can do."
"Let me ask you, how can the Cheng Dan Yin method, which reverses the Five Elements method, be transformed into the correct Five Elements method?"
Mengzhi was stunned for a moment.
After searching for a long time, I have never seen it.
I have seen the method of correcting the five elements to form an elixir.
"This is too difficult. I'll find an easier one for you."
"When your own mana reaches a certain state, your Greater Zhoutian and Small Zhoutian can complete the interweaving cycle, thereby balancing Yin and Yang."
The old man looked at the young man scratching his head and smiled helplessly.
If the Five Elements are blocked and Yin and Yang are ignored, what is the use of relying on talent and chance to cultivate a golden elixir?
The golden elixir has come to an end.
"I can learn."
"last question."
The old man said in a deep voice.
Mengzhi immediately listened attentively.
"You feel."
"What is immortality?"
"If you can't answer it right now, I'll give you three days to find it."
"I can answer it now!"
"oh?"
"It's a fairy."
"Immortal is immortal."
The old man smiled calmly and said, "I have heard this answer told too many times."
"Go find it!"
"Then tell me."
This chapter has been completed!