The tall and solid walls of Tucheng could not stop the drifting sand.
Even the misty wind and sand cannot cover the neatly planned bluestone buildings of Tucheng and the sturdy and majestic tower in the deepest part.
The wind and sand were so strong that the window frames shook slightly.
I held my head and looked into the distance. There was a cloud of dust and smoke. In addition to wind and sand, it was still wind and sand. That direction was the direction of Chiyan Mountain.
Zhang Muran has stayed in Tucheng Inn for ten days.
This consumed thirty low-grade spiritual stones.
As an inner disciple of Huayan Sect, she can obtain ten low-grade spiritual stones from the sect every month to ensure her cultivation and survival.
Although it sounds like a lot, it is enough to make most casual cultivators envious, but ten spiritual stones must be used for practice, and they must also ensure food and clothing.
Magic weapons, elixirs, even flying swords, or the rouge and gouache that my daughter's family loves to use, all of them are indispensable for the spiritual stone to open the way.
Therefore, this amount of spiritual stones seems to be somewhat limited.
Although occasionally there will be activities similar to the sect competition in the sect, and the rewards are quite generous, Zhang Muran knows very well that his qualifications can enter the inner sect in the sect and get a glimpse of the progress that has been made in the past few decades.
The hope of building a foundation after that is already at its limit.
As for competing with the sect's genius, that is simply impossible.
The world of cultivation is so cruel, and the total number of resources will be in the hands of a few people, creating a virtuous cycle.
Ten days is the deadline Zhang Muran set for himself.
It was also the time interval from when the green-faced dragon announced Po Jiba's identity on the Red Flame Mountain to today.
It was at that time that she received a strange message in her consciousness, from the Silver Demon that had been passed down by word of mouth, telling her to wait in Tucheng.
Jiba has a bad reputation, especially among female cultivators, who are afraid to avoid it.
She could definitely return to Huayan Sect, and she would probably never see Jiba in the future. Even if the other party had malicious intentions, what would it matter?
But inexplicably, she chose to wait in Tucheng for ten days.
Sun Xuan didn't say anything about her choice.
In his heart, the reason why Zhang Muran chose to walk alone was because of what he said on Chiyan Mountain when he asked Zhang Muran to devote himself to Jiba in exchange for a chance to survive for a few people.
Later, when he thought about it, he felt a little guilty, so he took his two junior brothers back to the sect first.
"Your dad asked me to bring you something..."
The content of the original transmission was still fresh in Zhang Muran’s memory.
It's like the cold weather in late autumn, and the younger brother next door is asked by his elders to bring him some cold clothes.
But his father, Zhang Dacai? He was just a casual cultivator with extremely low cultivation talent. How could he be related to the evil man who killed the black tiger and the green-faced dragon with one sword?
After thinking about it, I really haven't seen my father for many years.
When people calm down, they always think of many things. Zhang Muran's thoughts wandered far away. He remembered that when he was three years old, he lost his mother and relied on Zhang Dacai to raise him up alone.
Every once in a while, Zhang Dacai would go out mysteriously for a few days, covered in stars and moonlight, getting dirty and tired, and coming back very late.
She often complained that he was dressed in rags and did not care about the life or death of her daughter.
Whenever this happens, Zhang Dacai would grin and apologize.
Then he cooked a pot of braised wild boar and watched her eat it.
"Are you satisfied with watching me?" She would ask Zhang Dacai coldly every time.
But he always smiled and held his pipe in his mouth without saying a word.
The wrinkled eyelids almost squeezed the cloudy eyes into a slit.
My father can’t speak, doesn’t like to speak, and he stutters a bit…
Sometimes in the sect, when someone is bullied, they will always hear that someone from a certain family is the elder of the sect.
So-and-so comes from a family of cultivators and has a very strong background.
So-and-so has relatives in the thirty-three sects.
A certain family has so many spiritual stones that they can never use them all.
She will be resentful,
She blamed her parents for giving birth to her but not giving him the same conditions as others.
But in the dead of night, when she closed her eyes and turned over and over, the image of Zhang Dacai looking at her with a cigarette in his mouth and a silly smile emerged.
As well as the braised wild boar meat made with wild star anise, fennel, bay leaves and between August and September, the wild boar in the mountains is the fattest and has the best meat.
Next time I see my father again, I will definitely smile more and spend more time with him.
I won't be so cruel to him.
Fortunately, although my father's cultivation level is not high, as a casual cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, Shouyuan can at least break through a hundred years, which is difficult for mortals to achieve.
Thinking of this, Zhang Muran suddenly felt a little happy.
The people at the next table were talking about what happened on Red Flame Mountain again.
She has heard a lot in the past ten days.
The first words of cultivators who often come to the inn to dine will always say that there is an evil cultivator who comes up from the mountain and is dressed very vulgarly, but has superb swordsmanship and extremely powerful cultivation.
Pretending to be a stupid fat sheep, he is actually a wolf in sheep's clothing.
At first Zhang Muran doubted whether it was the Silver Demon.
Because the time matched very well, but then, she denied this inference.
Not to mention that Jiba was dressed very normally, it is said that the monks in the foundation building stage also suffered a great loss at the hands of the evil cultivator, and almost even had their underwear taken off.
She saw Jiba kill the green-faced dragon who was halfway building the foundation.
It's incredible, comparable to some geniuses from the Huayan Sect.
However, half-step foundation building and foundation building are two different concepts, and the difference is almost calculated in multiples.
And it seems that he is smaller than me. Even if he has great talent, how can he kill the foundation-building monks?
At least, it should be like Xue Wentian, who was amazed by everyone when he mentioned it.
Only a small group of young cultivators at the top of the cultivation world can kill ordinary foundation builders in the early stages of Nirvana.
Also ten days ago, when the sky was already dark, Xue Wentian was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, heading straight towards Chiyan Mountain,
Some people say that there was a war on Chiyan Mountain...
Then it fell silent again.
This news gave Zhang Muran a sense of foreboding. As time went by, she became more and more suspicious that Ji Ba was dead.
He died in the hands of Xue Wentian, who used his sword to slay demons.
After all, the name Xue Wentian is to her, and even to her sect Huayan Sect.
They are as far away as the stars in the sky.
How can the genius of the top thirty-three sects be compared to the Huayan sect, which is still trying its best to get into the lower thirty-three sects?
Xue Wentian is destined to become a great cultivator. He is different from all other living beings. There will always be people like this in this world who make you realize that you are not as extraordinary as you thought, ordinary, nothing special.
Zhang Muran stared blankly at the wind and sand outside the window, feeling a little lost in thought.
When I came back to my senses, I realized that there was a person sitting across from the square table.
A monk with no eyebrows or hair left, and she had never seen such a shiny head.
"Zhang Muran?" Wang Chen asked tentatively.
On Red Flame Mountain, he deliberately recorded the aura of the female cultivator.
After successfully achieving Nirvana for the second time, he has strong ancestral energy in his body, and the Divine Sea is even more powerful with the support of the big tree in his body.
Without much effort, he found this female nun.
Zhang Muran was stunned, then a little surprised.
Because Wang Chen's appearance has changed so much that he now feels more like a monk than a monk.
As a casual Buddhist practitioner, I don’t know how many people I encounter every day, but they are not noticeable at all.
"I am." Zhang Muran finally recognized Wang Chen.
She was a little nervous for no reason.
In the sect, most of the geniuses at Wang Chen's level are disciples and would never look at her seriously.