Qin Xiaotian felt a little troubled. The spiritual energy in this place was similar to that of the Submersible Star, even a little weaker. There were no spiritual veins nearby, and there was no help from spiritual pills. The speed of improvement in cultivation was extremely slow. Just conditioning this body was enough.
It took a lot of time.
So in the past few days, he has been wandering around the mountains, trying to search for some herbs and use the simplest method to refine some elixirs. Even if the effect is average, it is better than nothing.
The way he searches for herbs is different from ordinary people. He doesn't need to know what herbs they are, he just needs to identify the spiritual energy contained in them.
Various auras in plants are different. After being combined together, a simple alchemy technique can be used to gather the auras, which can cure diseases, heal injuries, and also improve cultivation.
There are many herbs in the mountains, and Qin Xiaotian collects them according to his own needs. He does not save the herbs in the same way as ordinary people, he just needs to put them in the storage ring.
But refining medicine is more troublesome. Although he has the best method of refining medicine, his cultivation is not enough and he cannot use the forbidden refining method. Only when he has reached the level of Yixuan can he use the cauldron refining method, which is the simplest one.
method.
The stream is surrounded by the mountains. Walking up the stream, you will soon see a small waterfall with a pool of dark green water below. The spiritual energy here is relatively sufficient, so Qin Xiaotian will come here whenever he is free.
Come to practice.
Using realm to drive cultivation, the speed of cultivation is actually very fast - of course it is not as fast as his original cultivation speed, but it was Chi Ming's help, which is equivalent to cheating.
Qin Xiaocai practiced for two months, and his body changed a lot. He sat cross-legged by the pool and began to practice hard.
There is no fairy spirit in his body now. It is extremely difficult to get started with the cultivation method of the ancient immortals. If he can produce a trace of fairy spirit, the subsequent cultivation path will be much easier, so Qin Xiaotian is practicing hard every day.
One thing that makes him unique is that he once had the experience and realm of cultivation, so the spirit of immortality will definitely be produced. He has never doubted this.
The realm of Yan, Lan, and Song is only the first level of immortal cultivation. Yan, Lan, and Song each represent a level, and the first step is smoke. When Qin Xiaotian almost crossed over this step and started to practice again, this step made him very distressed.
So far, although the body has changed a lot, there is still no trace of the smoke realm - and this is the key to the production of the first trace of fairy energy.
In the evening, after finishing his practice, Qin Xiaotian stood up, looked at the rising moon, and thought to himself: "No matter whether this world is real or illusory, as long as you don't give up on practice, everything will get better... I don't know if I will stay in Tianjiang."
What will happen to the body on the wheel? Maybe it can really be cultivated into immortal rest. If my realm is not enough, it will be in vain if I go back."
He couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency, and he felt a little impatient. He soon realized: "You can't compete, especially in cultivation." He took a long breath and walked slowly towards the village.
There was silence in the village; the bandits went to sleep as soon as it got dark.
In this era, only the capital city of Kaifeng, Tokyo, has nightlife. In ordinary small places, when it gets dark at night, no one is seen, and everyone goes home to sleep.
Qin Xiaotian returned to the kitchen. The monkey yawned and said, "You just came back?" A pot of soup was placed in the straw nest. It should still be hot. I left five big cakes for you. You can eat...I went to bed.
I'm so sleepy." He stretched, turned around and walked towards the shack, saying as he walked: "It's windy again, it's going to snow..."
The straw nest is an insulating shell made of woven straw, and pheasant soup is stewed in a stoneware pot. Qin Xiaotian found a jar of chicken soup with ease, and five large cakes were placed on the stoneware pot.
This kind of bread is very thick, each one is as big as a small pot lid. One piece of bread is enough for ordinary people, but Qin Xiaotian is different. He feels very hungry now and can eat especially. Because he can hunt game, Huang Ye and
Fatty Wei also allowed him to eat as much as he wanted, which was a rare special treatment in the village.
The browned flour cake was very rough, but the taste was very fragrant. Qin Xiaotian took a sip of the soup and a bite of the cake. It took him an hour to finish them all. He put down the jar gently, touched his belly comfortably, turned around and went out to the back mountain.
Behind a big rock.
This is a relatively secluded place. The rocks and the hillside form an angle. Qin Xiaotian made a fence with wood and tied it with branches and straw to form a wind shelter. The ground was covered with thick straw and dead branches and leaves. Every day
He hid in it at night to practice, and the aura here was second only to the pool.
He practiced all night as usual. In the early morning, Qin Xiaotian heard the crow of cocks in the village. He pushed open the fence in front of him and realized that it had snowed heavily all night, but he was not aware of it. He was walking through half a foot of snow.
, he slowly walked into the cottage.
It had been a few months since he robbed the caravan, and the Chinese New Year was about to come. He seemed to be used to the life in the bandit's den. Although the living conditions were not very good, it was still peaceful and he had no worries about food and drink.
As for dressing, there is no need to worry about it. The method of cultivating immortals is wonderful. In just a few months, he has adjusted his body well, and now he is immune to cold and heat. Even after the heavy snowfall, he did not feel the cold at all.
People in this era only eat two meals a day, the first meal around ten in the morning, and the second meal between four and five in the afternoon, so most of the bandits are sleeping in the morning, and only those in the kitchen have to get up early.
As soon as Qin Xiaotian arrived at the door of the shack, he saw Mr. Huang coming out of the shack. When he saw Qin Xiaotian, he asked: "Where did you run away again? By the way, today... you and the monkey and a bunch of hairy troops went to the official road to ambush
Lu Jie said, "Haha, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, I went to a bunch of hair to tell you, and I will give you a chance. If you are lucky, you may be able to make some money and have a prosperous New Year."
A tuft of hair is also a small boss, with nine minions under his command. There are rules in the robbery. It's not just whoever wants to go, but a schedule to take turns.
Half of the money and items obtained by Jie Dao will be given to the village owner, and the remaining half will be distributed by Jie Dao's minions. This is a fat job in the village.
Qin Xiaotian didn't want to rob the Tao, but he couldn't refuse. As he spoke, the monkey ran out of the shack and said loudly: "Mom, it's so cold to rob the Tao in such heavy snow..."
Mr. Huang raised his foot and kicked: "Straight bitch, you have been complaining that you have no money these days. You have almost lost all your money in gambling. Is it too cold to give you a chance to make money? Okay, then don't go..."
The monkey grabbed Mr. Huang's sleeve and said with a smile: "Master, my dear Mr. Huang, I appreciate you, I appreciate you. I'll go. Thank you Mr. Huang for taking care of me, haha." He kept giggling.
Mr. Huang flicked his sleeves and said, "Go ahead and wait at the gate of the village. They will be there soon. They will bring some pancakes along the way. Do you understand?" After saying that, he turned around and left.
After he walked away, the monkey showed a trace of unwillingness on his face and whispered: "Bah! Don't you want to get a share? Oh, brother, go to the kitchen and carry a bag of flour cakes."
A linen bag contained twenty pieces of flour cakes and an earthen jar of pickles. The monkey went to the warehouse to get a waist knife for Qin Xiaotian, and the two of them came to the entrance of the cottage together.
With a tuft of hair and a gloomy face, he felt very unhappy. He ran out to rob Dao on a snowy day, and was half frozen to death before the figure even saw him.
He only brought five of his men, including Xiaotian and Houhou, a total of eight people, and a pair of bows and arrows. There were many people in the village, but only a dozen or so could use bows and arrows.
A tuft of hair yelled: "Today it's our turn to rob the Dao. Everyone, please stay alert and go to Fengkou Pavilion to ambush."
Qin Xiaotian had been up the mountain for quite some time, and most of the people in the village were just familiar faces. Except for the people in the kitchen, there were almost no friends or acquaintances. He followed the monkey silently, carrying a large bag of flour cakes.
Fengkou Pavilion is about thirty miles away from the village. It is the intersection of Yanzhou and Qizhou. Now it has become very desolate. Many people would rather take the distant path to bypass Qingfengling. This is caused by the rampant banditry in recent years.
as a result of.
Originally, there was a small village not far from Fengkou Pavilion, but now it is gradually becoming deserted. The people in it either went up the mountain to become bandits or moved to other places. Therefore, only merchants who are not familiar with the situation will take this road.
The heavy snow was still falling, and the eight people walked down the mountain in spite of the heavy snow. The snow was so thick that they made a "squeaking" sound when they stepped on it.
Monkey and Qin Xiaotian walked at the end, and Qin Xiaotian asked in a low voice: "Who would come out in this kind of weather?"
The monkey shook his head and said: "That's not necessarily the case. It's the Chinese New Year, and some small merchants will rush home regardless of danger."
Qin Xiaotian sighed: "These people have worked hard for a year and finally saved some money. You want to rob it too?"
The monkey whispered: "If we don't grab it... we will starve to death."
A tuft of hair shouted in front: "Monkey! You two, hurry up. What are you muttering about?"
The monkey hurriedly said: "Coming, coming."
He whispered: "Xiaotian, don't be stupid. Since you have become a bandit, don't think so much."
Fengkou Pavilion was originally a bamboo pavilion for travelers to rest, but it has collapsed long ago, leaving only the base of the pavilion on the roadside. Next to the official road is a dense forest, covered with heavy snow, a vast white area. Eight people
He hid in the woods not far from the official road and built a small shack with branches to avoid the wind and snow.
Yizu Mao took several of his trusted brothers and hid in a shack to drink. He asked Monkey and Qin Xiaotian to wait by the woods. Xiaotian was not afraid of the cold. He sat cross-legged next to a big tree and practiced quietly. Monkey could do it.
It was so painful that I was so cold that I kept breathing into my hands, my upper and lower teeth were fighting against each other, and I kept saying "Dede".
The heavy snow soon covered Qin Xiaotian's body, and the monkey said strangely: "Xiaotian... you, are you cold? Yes, yes!, oh, how can you... sit still, no, not cold, yes
! Got it! Got it!" The sound of teeth chattering made Qin Xiaotian laugh, and he said: "You go to a tuft of hair to hide from the snow, I will just keep watch."
The monkey trembled and said: "I, I don't dare to go. If I do, I will be kicked out." From morning to afternoon, I sat there without even seeing a single person. The monkey was almost frozen into a popsicle and had no strength to even jump.
A tuft of hair came out of the shack, with a mouth full of wine and said: "Go back, mother, I knew you were unlucky today. I didn't look at the almanac when I went out. Go back! Go back!"
The monkey said weakly: "If I don't leave, I will freeze to death."
Qin Xiaotian's heart moved slightly and he said, "It seems like someone is coming."
A tuft of hair said in surprise: "Where? Where? Why didn't I see it?" He squinted at the official road. After a while, a dull voice came from the official road. A young man's face changed and he said in surprise:
"Yes...it's the sound of horse hooves."
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark shadow appeared on the official road in the distance, and the dull sound of horse hoofs could be heard clearly. The young man said: "There are dozens of horses! We can't deal with them." There were very few horses in the Song Dynasty.
They are either officers and soldiers or officials, or they may be organized dealers of Dazhuangzi.
A tuft of hair curled up his neck and whispered: "Be careful, don't be discovered." He quietly hid behind a tree. A group of wealthy people, dressed in bright clothes and angry horses, came quickly from the official road.
Suddenly, a knight raised one hand and shouted: "Stop." The other hand tightened the rope, and the horseman stood up and neighed. He was heard shouting: "Who is in the woods? Come out!"