While cleaning up the harvest from this trip, occasionally picking up a piece of beef with soy sauce, Li Xiuyuan felt the beauty of the wilderness for the first time, a quiet and unobtrusive beauty.

With this wealth, when he returns to the Shura Heaven Realm, he can help Wei Qing and Qing Ying complete their respective cultivations, and they can take a closer look at the world instead of walking on the edge of a knife every day.

Without exclaiming because of these wealth, it is like a stone sinking into the sea, without any waves, quietly penetrating through the dark sea water, and slowly falling into the abyss.

There are many items here that cannot be taken out in the wilderness. He will only take them out after returning to the academy. In Ding'an City, he will at least play the role of a money-grubbing wine shop owner in front of Huangfu Qingmei and Ximen Lone Star.

He kept waving his hands with his left hand, classifying all the spiritual stones, classifying the jewelry, putting five thousand-year-old elixirs aside, and finally found an empty brocade bag specifically for breaking the immortal spiritual stones.

In front of the wealth where he lives, only the Immortal Spirit Stone is the most precious to him, and it is the elixir on his path of cultivation.

Looking at the dim light under the eaves, he thought that in a few years he would also be a practitioner of the Breaking Realm. Before that, his dream was to practice until he was distracted and go to the Shura battlefield.

A trip to the wilderness made his state of mind very different from when he was in the academy, but it did not affect his interest, and he still enthusiastically cleared away the piles of different wealth.

He even wanted to sneak back to the Great Wall secretly to take a look at Guiguzi, but when he thought of Li Xiaoming and Chen Chaofan, he was afraid that once he went back, he would not be able to enjoy his freedom again.

From Ding'an to Fucheng, and then to Wangtian City, he felt that Barbarian was also a living person, not a monster. Although Barbarian's manpower was infinite, the positions of both sides were different, and a winner had to be determined on the battlefield.

In Li Xiuyuan's heart, there is no absolute right or wrong. He has no sense of belonging to any party here and will not fight for any party.

For the Great Wall, he has fulfilled his responsibility. If he is concerned, it is because his teacher is still there. Even so, Guiguzi is an old man who has seen the hope of the Talisman Master, so he can feel relieved.

What he wants to do now is to run his own small winery in Ding'an City in a low-key manner before the arrival of next autumn. He will not go out, visit friends, and be unobtrusive...until he goes somewhere with Huangfu Qingmei

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From Youshi to Haishi, snowflakes were already falling from the sky in the small courtyard, but Li Xiuyuan still didn't feel the slightest bit of cold.

It took three hours to sort the items in Wangtian City, wash up with water, and change the tea. Taking advantage of the mood, I drank two more teas and went to rest. Anyway, there is no need to open the door to welcome guests tomorrow.

By the time he finished drinking the tea and put away all the items on the table, it was midnight. A snowy moon hung high in the sky, and a thin layer of snow covered the ground.

He stood up and was about to go back to the house when he suddenly heard a crisp sound... Looking carefully, he saw that it was the space ring of the ascetic monk he met when he just left the city. It was not small.

It fell to the ground.

He had never seen any treasures in this guy's space ring before, but unexpectedly it fell out, attracting Li Xiuyuan's attention.

With nothing to do, Li Xiuyuan sat back at the table again, took out the ascetic monk's belongings one by one and placed them on the table and on the floor.

Needless to say about spiritual stones and jewelry, it seems that this is also a money-grubbing monk. Just the elixirs of various years are piled up into a small mountain.

Looking at the pile of items in front of him, Li Xiuyuan lost interest, because he already had Yan Ruobing's treasure before, and looking at this ascetic monk would no longer be astonishing.

Only when he finally saw a piece of inconspicuous black jade did he become interested.

Under the tentacles, this piece of black jade has no patterns, and even the luster is not very obvious. However, this is the most ordinary black jade, but it is carefully placed aside by the ascetic monk in a separate brocade bag.

A handover is not just a pile of jewelry.

Holding it in his hand, Li Xiuyuan felt that there was no response for a long time. It was not until he put the black jade on his forehead in desperation that a paragraph of text emerged in his mind.

This is not a skill, or even a map of a secret realm. It can be said to be worthless news.

It was this piece of inconspicuous news that made Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting quietly on the snowy night, as if he had been struck by lightning, leaving him speechless.

It turned out that the news recorded in this piece of black jade was about the Shura battlefield.

A few years later, the monks from the Shura Heaven Realm risked their lives to go to that place, just in exchange for the hope of ascending to heaven.

It turned out that the Shura battlefield was not a battlefield that he and his master had analyzed together before. It was not a battlefield where people from the Shura realm could kill each other. It was not even a battlefield.

What was prepared was supposed to be a meat grinder between several heavenly realms, a place where once you enter it, you will never recover.

A place that even ascetic monks want to go, because there are monks who cannot break through, or the new vitality of those who have cut off the path of spiritual practice. It is a place that is dozens of times more powerful than the wilderness battlefield.

A realm that needs to be broken through, a Shura battlefield without humans.

All the practitioners who go are not facing their former opponents or enemies. They will also face unknown wild beasts and extraterrestrial demons...

Only by surviving here can you redeem your battle merit points for tokens on the road to heaven.

To be precise, this is not a hope for the living, but a glimmer of hope for those who are dying and practitioners who cannot find hope of ascension.

This is not a trap, but a place more terrifying than a trap.

According to the time of the Wilderness, the Shura battlefield will open in forty-five years, and according to the time of the Shura Heaven, there will be less than five years.

In less than five years, I am afraid that a group of students in the academy will be sent there to die by the ignorant elders in the academy before they can break through to the realm of breaking the void.

There are more people... Jun Buyu from the Demon Realm, Hua Tianyu from the Demon Realm, Dongfang Yu'er from Taoyuan, Tianfeng Kingdom... Li Xiuyuan couldn't believe it and stopped thinking about it.

If this is the case, when a group of people return from the Shura battlefield, the survival rate will be only 1 out of 10, or 50 or 1 percent, right?

Stunned, Li Xiuyuan put down the black jade in his hand.

He believed that the ascetic monks must have read the news inside, so they went to fight everywhere, constantly collecting wealth, and striving to push their cultivation to a higher level when the Shura battlefield opened.

He also wants to find his own opportunity on the Shura battlefield, and he also wants to live somewhere.

Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan decided to tell the master the news after returning, and at least let the academy adjust the personnel structure for the Shura battlefield. He would never go there until Poxu.

Even if you reach the realm of breaking the void, you may not be able to survive there.

Everything is unknown, and no one knows where and what kind of dangers they will encounter, but they may not necessarily have the ability to overcome the dangers of seeking knowledge.

Before, he thought that his cultivation was so high that he could easily deal with all dangers when he entered the Shura battlefield.

Until this moment, I realized that I still need to practice hard, at least to have the ability to break through the middle stage when the Shura battlefield opens.

Thinking of this, he became more determined to find the dragon with Huangfu Qingmei. Even if it was for the ancient blue dragon in an unknown land, he would still fight for himself.

There are still a few years left for him to cultivate his realm to a higher level and make his body stronger.

And the source of all this is because of an auction in Yunqi Pavilion in Fucheng. In order to compete for a black iron soul-nurturing tower, Yan Ruobing of Wangtian City fell in love with him.

Then he bribed ascetic monks and a group of black-clad killers to hunt him down...

If this were not the case, I would probably die on the Shura battlefield without even knowing how.

It seems that I have to thank the ascetic monk who died under the thunder tribulation. You can't even survive the thunder tribulation, and you still want to take my head. You really think too much.

Looking at the night sky with a bright moon and falling snowflakes, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel proud and had the urge to sing another song.

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After solving the doubts in his mind, Li Xiuyuan was in a good mood, and he didn't wake up until late in his sleep.

After a simple breakfast, he started to light a fire and wash the empty wine jars. Today he would start a serious life. He would make several jars of wine every day, read books, practice swordplay, and live his life carefully.

When he got up early to check the inventory, he discovered that the careful Li Qiushui had already purchased a lot of black beans and sorghum. With these items, he could continue to make wine, although it was not a good time to make wine.

It’s just that the monks, merchants and common people in Ding’an City want to drink?

After steaming black beans and sorghum, Li Xiuyuan had already finished preparing two large vats of wine before Ximen Lone Star knocked on the door of the store.

Opening the shop door and smelling the strong fragrance of Weilai in the backyard, Huangfu Qingmei smiled and said, "Are you going crazy because of poverty? You start brewing wine as soon as you come back?"

When Ximen Guxing heard this, he coughed slightly and stepped forward to smooth things over. He said with a smile, "Isn't it a good thing that he is so hardworking? You didn't see the sign on the door. The door will be open to sell wine in five days."

Li Xiuyuan glared at him angrily and said, "Do you and your wife have a lot of free time? Don't you have to practice all day long? What should I, a guy who makes wine, have to worry about?"

"You finally said something humane, we just miss the wine in your shop." Huangfu Qingmei looked at him and smiled: "His mother, my mother wants to drink your wine again after drinking it."

Without picking up Huangfu Qingmei, Li Xiuyuan took out the teapot and cups he had washed in the morning and began to boil water to make tea. Reasoning with women was not his strong point.

"I told people yesterday that there is still a lot of wine left here. I will pack it all up and take it back later. Two mothers are waiting to drink your wine. Don't think that I want to take advantage of you. I will not miss you.

Spiritual stone."

Huangfu Qingmei looked at Li Xiuyuan's silent expression and thought that this guy was in pain.

Ximen Lone Star took a thousand-year elixir and dozens of hundred-year elixir and put them on the table. He looked at him and said quietly: "This thousand-year elixir was given by the princess's mother. When you make the wine, remember to give it to her."

One jar."

"Don't worry, it's enough for your two families. This is not a magical medicine. Even Princess Fa Shi only drank three cups. Drinking too much is a waste. Don't you understand this?"

Li Xiuyuan felt that it was necessary to tell him the truth.

"Don't ask me why. Just remember my words. The medicinal wine brewed next spring must be placed in the spring of the year after that. Otherwise, if it doesn't work, don't come to trouble me."

After saying this, the water on the stove was already boiling. Li Xiuyuan took the tea leaves and put them into the pot. He began to wash the tea and cups and make tea to serve the guests.

Smelling the growing fragrance of tea, Li Xiuyuan shook his head and sighed: "You also know that I am very poor. Even this Fucheng spring tea was left by the princess at that time. I almost drank it all."

"Then you have to make wine well, and you will still have tea to drink by this time next year." Huangfu Qingmei looked at him and said with a smile.

Li Xiuyuan glanced at her sideways and said with a smile: "Do you want to trade wine for tea? I'd better drink ordinary tea. After all, I am a person who tastes tea so much that I can't compare with you two."

Ximen Guxing looked at him and laughed at himself, and said: "You have now cultivated a group of drunkards in Ding'an City. Are you worried about not having enough money to buy tea if you make wine well?"

Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at him and replied, "I brew wine to make money to buy better things."
Chapter completed!