Three years later, the first snow fell on Qingzhou Continent.
Snowflakes were floating in the air, and small white feathers were scattered like falling pear petals, or like catkins flying in the air.
The entire Luoyun Sect was covered in snow, and at a glance from the sky, the sky and the earth were the same color for thousands of miles.
In the Baicao Valley, snowflakes fell and danced among the fairy grass.
Although it is cold in early winter, it is warm in the snow, and the grass jelly is more crystal clear and bright in the snow.
Except for those who go out to perform sect tasks, most of the disciples of Luoyun Sect hide in caves or their own houses to practice on snowy days.
In the Baicao Valley, shouts came from the red earth.
"Hey!"
"Drink!"
"Hey!"
The ones who made these sounds were naturally Chu Cheng and the others.
This winter is colder than in previous years. Chu Cheng is wearing a red fox fur coat, but holding a hoe in his hand, plowing the red soil.
"Oh, it's been really cold this year. I wonder how my grandfather and parents have been doing in recent years." Chu Cheng stopped what he was doing and looked to the south, which was in the direction of Huang Guo.
It has been three years now, including the time when I entered Luoyun Sect, it has been four years.
Outer sect disciples can go out to visit relatives every ten years, and inner sect disciples can go back once every three years. When he originally entered Luoyun Sect, Chu Cheng wanted to reach the seventh level of Qi Gathering as soon as possible and become an inner sect disciple, so he could go back once every three years.
But I didn't expect that I would be given a mission to jump into a deep pit.
Chu Cheng was already at the fourth level of Qi Gathering three years ago, and he is still at the fourth level of Qi Gathering now.
It's not that you can't practice, but Chu Cheng spends most of his time in the red earth except at night, so he has no time to practice.
It's a pity that after practicing according to the night moonlight chart at night, he still can't sense the point of starlight. By breathing in the spiritual energy, the fourth spiritual channel has reached the saturation stage. In other words, Chu Cheng has encountered a bottleneck.
Although Elder Xia had re-identified some mutant spiritual roots that time, Chu Cheng himself knew that his qualifications were very poor.
"It would be great if there was a Marrow Cleansing Pill, but I heard from Old Man Meng that the Marrow Cleansing Pill requires about a hundred points of contribution." Chu Cheng sighed. The contribution points need to be done in sect tasks, let alone contribution points.
I can't even get out.
The spiritual stones are still delivered by the deacon from Baicao Valley every month.
Chu Cheng shook his head and continued to hoe the ground.
"when!"
The hoe fell to the ground, making a sound like two pieces of steel hitting each other.
"Crack..." A crack appeared on the ground.
"Huh?" Chu Cheng looked closely and found that the land that had been motionless for three years finally cracked.
"Hahahaha! It's finally done!" Chu Cheng was overjoyed. Although it was only cracked a little, with this crack, he could quickly open a hole, and after putting in the seeds, rice would bloom the next year.
Fragrant fruit.
"Junior Brother Chu, what's wrong?" Yan Hong, who was plowing the fields at the side, asked in confusion when she saw Chu Cheng dancing.
"Are you crazy?" Zhang Fei supported his hoe on the ground and said with a smile, dragging his chin with one hand.
"No, no, Mr. Chu must have plowed a crack." Old Meng shook his head.
Yan Hong was stunned when she heard this. The crack opened showed that a seed could be planted in a few days.
"Congratulations to Junior Brother Chu!" Yan Hong immediately congratulated Chu Cheng.
"Junior Brother Chu is really amazing! I thought it took me four years." Zhang Fei gave a thumbs up.
For example, Zhang Fei and Yan Hong are both inner sect disciples, and their cultivation is above the seventh level of Qi gathering. Naturally, they have several times more spiritual energy in their bodies than Chu Cheng. The power and speed of plowing the land are naturally much faster.
This is theoretically true, but in reality Chu Cheng is faster than him, which is why Yan Hong was stunned.
Old Man Meng still shook his head and said: "No, no, boy Chu is not as fast as me." As he spoke, he squatted down and pressed a seed into the ground beneath him.
"Senior Brother Chu, is this your eighth?" Chu Cheng asked.
Old Meng smiled and said nothing, looking enigmatic.
Yan Hong sarcastically said: "He has been cultivating this field for five years, and he still has the nerve to say that?"
"No, no. I will be able to leave in less than ten years."
When Yan Hong and Zhang Fei heard this, their faces darkened and they remained silent.
Only after planting ten of them can you complete the mission and leave this place. Old Man Meng said that he was the first to complete the mission in hundreds of years.
For hundreds of years, there were not many people who took on this mission, but there were still more than a hundred disciples. It was only in the past hundred years that the number of people decreased.
In the past fifty years, there have only been four people, Old Meng.
There were several people in front of Old Meng, but the Qi Gathering monks were only over a hundred years old. The seniors who had taken on this task had always died of old age.
Unless you enter the foundation building stage, you can hope to plant the seeds and leave this place in your lifetime.
If nothing else happens, Chu Cheng, Yan Hong and Zhang Fei would have died here if they had not stepped into the foundation building.
Suddenly, the cold wind howled.
As the wind blew stronger and stronger, the snow fell thicker and thicker, and the snowflakes became larger and larger, as if weaving into a white net, and soon nothing could be seen in the distance.
"It looks like there's going to be a snowstorm. Go back first and wait until the snow stops before coming out!" Old Meng looked up and his expression changed.
Chu Cheng and the others naturally agreed. Although they were all monks, their spiritual power could not withstand such a heavy snowstorm.
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Inside the wooden house, a bonfire was burning, and a stone pot was placed on top, emitting a strong aroma.
Several people gathered around the fire to keep warm.
This winter is the coldest in the past ten years. Many immortal disciples cannot withstand the cold, and most of them use stoves or make bonfires to keep warm.
Outside, footprints were shallowly imprinted in the snow, extending all the way until they stopped in front of the wooden house.
"Crack"
The door was pushed open and a person walked in.
Chu Cheng shook the snowflakes off his body and took off the clothes and hat on his head.
"I can't find the wild melon." Chu Cheng said regretfully.
The roasted wild sweet potatoes are extremely fragrant and sweet, and the fruit melts in your mouth, just like the roasted sweet potatoes in the previous life, but the taste is much better than the roasted sweet potatoes.
Everyone was disappointed when they heard this. They usually like to eat these wild melons, but it is already winter, so it may be difficult to find them.
"Junior Brother Chu, let's sit down and have a bowl of wild mushroom soup." Yan Hong sighed, but there was nothing that could be done about it. Chu Cheng voluntarily went out to look for it just to try his luck.
"Don't catch a cold. You Qi gathering disciples can't withstand the wind and cold. If you are invaded by the cold air, it will take a long time to cultivate." Old Meng took a sip of the soup and said.
"Old Meng, don't think that just because you are a foundation-building monk means you are great!" Yan Hong snorted.
Zhang Fei shook his head and smiled bitterly, as if a war was about to break out here.
Chu Cheng felt warm in his heart. Although Old Meng said this, his sincere concern was genuine.
"Hey, although I didn't find the wild melon, I found it..." Chu Cheng said, patting the storage bag, and a pheasant appeared in his hand.
"Guhuo chicken!" Old Meng's eyes lit up. Zhang Fei and Yan Hong licked their tongues.
Although Bigu Pill can relieve abdominal pain, plowing the land consumes too much energy, so I often get some food every now and then.
"Hahaha! Come on, come on." Old Meng stood up, took the chicken from Gu Huo, cleaned the chicken in two or three strokes, and then cleaned the chicken with water polo skills.
Old Man Meng removed the chicken legs and wings, cut the chicken body into pieces and put them in the stone pot. Then he took out a big knife from the storage bag, put the chicken legs and wings on the back of the knife, and put them into the fire to roast.
After a while, the room was filled with fragrance.