The rising sun rises in the east, and the purple air comes from the east.
Nanxiang, Ning County, north slope of Junjiazhuang.
This place faces south, is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and has a river at the foot of the slope. It has good feng shui.
A new large tomb built on the slope is the tomb of the newly deceased Mr. Jun in Junjiazhuang. Looking south from here, you can clearly see Junjiazhuang more than ten miles away.
The streets around Junjiazhuang are crisscrossed, giving it a sense of pastoral scenery.
Not far from the big tomb, there is a small thatched hut, which is Jun Buqi's current residence.
After the meditation was over, after giving incense to my grandfather, I returned to the small hut without abandoning it. There was only a futon for meditating in the small hut, and nothing else. It was extremely simple.
Sitting on the futon, Jun Buqi took out the crystal clear small gourd from his sleeve pocket. When he saw the changes inside the small gourd, he was a little confused.
I saw that there was no black mist inside the crystal clear little gourd?
Only a drop of colorful liquid swayed gently as he shook the small gourd.
Jun Buqi never expected that the stone bead that he usually only used to relieve stress and wrap it twice when he had nothing to do would actually contain such a small gourd.
He thought of the Broken Sword Peak senior brother Mu Jiuge whose golden elixir was shattered and his Taoist base was destroyed.
Speaking of which, this senior brother only had a brotherhood with him for one year. In terms of closeness, he was not even as close as senior brother Mo Changgeng from Danding Peak and senior brother Gong You from Wanjian Peak.
But when Mu Jiuge had an accident and had no choice but to go down the mountain, he gave all his belongings, including the stone bead, to his junior brother.
Because there are only two of them disciples in Broken Sword Peak.
Therefore, in principle, this small gourd should have been Mu Jiuge's item.
It's a pity that Jun Buqi, apart from having twice the soul of his peers, doesn't have the amazing cultivation talent of his senior brother Mu Jiuge.
The reason why he was spotted by Li Taixuan and accepted as his disciple in the first place was entirely because he was deceived by the name of the prodigy created by Jun Buqi himself and his powerful soul.
Jun Buqi originally just wanted to use his rebirth to gain some fame for himself, so that he could become a famous teacher in the name of a child prodigy and make his life more comfortable.
Who would have thought that instead of waiting for a worldly famous teacher, he would actually wait for a cultivator of immortality.
As a result, slowly, the reputation of the child prodigy was shattered.
Fortunately, there is no such thing as "it's not necessarily better when you're young", and Jun Buqi's situation didn't attract too many people's attention.
But Li Taixuan was disappointed by this, that's for sure.
Gradually, Li Taixuan began to dislike him.
If Jun Buqi hadn't sent word to his family that his grandfather had passed away after building the foundation, and asked him, the eldest grandson, to go back and pay filial piety to his grandfather, he would have gone to the Ten Thousand Poison Forest to practice.
Speaking of his grandfather, Jun Buqi was a little helpless to complain.
Originally, when he was born, his father found a scholar to name him "Jun Bu Qi", which means "a gentleman without tools will succeed himself and others", which is a good metaphor.
But Mr. Jun thinks what the hell is "a gentleman has no power"?
A gentleman should never give up!
So the phrase "You are not ready to use" was abruptly changed to "You are not willing to give up".
To this day, his reputation as an 'outcast' is still spread.
If you don't like Master, don't you become an "outcast"?
Jun Buqi shook his head, recovered from his wandering thoughts, and then wondered, what the hell is this colorful liquid? What is its function?
Why can this little gourd turn that evil black mist into this colorful liquid?
The small gourd is only three inches high, and there are two very tiny ancient characters on the neck of the gourd. Jun Buqi knows the ancient characters, but he cannot recognize these two characters. They are a very ancient writing.
There seemed to be only one drop of colorful liquid in the small gourd, but according to his consciousness, there was more than one drop of colorful liquid.
I estimated by touch that it was at least three to four milliliters.
Counting twenty drops per milliliter, there are seventy or eighty drops.
The space inside the small gourd is much larger than it looks on the outside. It’s no wonder that the small purse couldn’t accommodate it before. After all, the superposition of spaces is not an easy task.
The small purse was originally a bag of heaven and earth, and this little gourd also contained heaven and earth.
Pulling out the stopper of the gourd, a wisp of refreshing fragrance floated out from the gourd, which refreshed people's spirits. Jun Buqi quickly held his breath, fearing that this thing would be as poisonous as some stimulants.
After thinking about it, he found a foxtail grass, put the stem into the gourd, dipped a drop of colored liquid in it, and then dropped it on a foxtail grass next to him.
After the colorful liquid dripped onto the leaves, it instantly penetrated into the foxtail grass. But the foxtail grass only shook a few more times in the wind, and there was nothing special about it at all.
After thinking about it, Jun Buqi ran to the nearby forest and caught a hare. He then put a drop of colorful liquid on a grass stem and stuffed it into the hare's mouth.
The little hare who drank the colorful liquid lifted his three lips and looked up at him.
The two long, pointed ears trembled, the dark eyes looked straight at him, and the raised three-petal lips seemed to say to him: Brother, are there any more?
Jun Buqi silently looked at the gray-brown rabbit and thought to himself: This girl is not a rabbit spirit!
In order to clear up the doubts in his mind, Jun Buqi threw the rabbit to the ground. The rabbit was very courageous and ran to the grass nearby and lay down quietly, just staring at him with its eyes.
Feeling a little weird, Jun Buqi turned around and came down the mountain. He saw a green calf happily gnawing on young grass on the side of the road. After taking a closer look, he did the same thing again.
As a result, the calf, which was still a little confused before, became energetic after tasting a drop of this colorful liquid. It stared at him with its huge eyes.
As if to say: Brother, is there anything else?
The calf even ran up to him in an awkward manner, rubbed its head against his thigh, looked like it was trying to please him, and screamed "moo moo".
Jun Buqi pushed the calf's head aside and sighed to himself: My damn charm!
Then, he turned around and went up the mountain, returning to the hut to sit and meditate.
Not long after, the cow and rabbit lay quietly in front of the thatched hut and looked at him, refusing to leave.
Jun Buqi looked at the small gourd in his palm and didn't see any reason.
In the end, he had no choice but to sacrifice this thing first.
Sacrificial refining is to imprint something that does not originally belong to you with your own divine consciousness and refine it into something exclusive to you, so that you can use it flexibly like an arm and a finger.
This is the reason why monks spend a lot of effort to refining magic tools and treasures.
The small gourd may seem small, but the formation restrictions contained within it are extremely mysterious. Jun Buqi spent several days and nights, but could not successfully refine it, so he could only put it into his body.
He didn't know how many formation restrictions were contained in this small gourd. He had successfully completed more than a thousand of them, but it was less than one percent of the total.
Moreover, among the more than a thousand formation restrictions, he could recognize less than one percent.
Although I have practiced it once, I am still far away from learning, just like when I stand in front of you, you don’t know that I like you.
Such mysterious and complicated formation restrictions were an eye-opener for him.
You must know that the intermediate magic sword he carries contains only eighteen formation restrictions.
Just imagine, what kind of treasure would this little gourd containing such complex formation restrictions be? Jun Buqi himself couldn't even imagine it.
I just don’t know why such treasures were so dusty and wrapped in stone skin before?
When Jun Buqi successfully put the treasure gourd into his body and stood up to stretch his muscles, he realized that of the cow and rabbit outside the small hut, only one cow was left.
Next to the cow, there was a little kid accompanying him. The little gray-brown hare had disappeared. He probably either ran away or was caught and eaten by the little kid.
"Young Master, you're awake!" The little boy shouted when he saw Jun Buqi getting up.
"Oh! What's your name?" Jun Buqi asked as he walked out of the hut.
When the calf saw him coming out, it screamed "moo", got up and ran to Jun Buqi, rubbing its head against his thigh, which made the kid look envious and a little jealous.
Only people from Junjiazhuang would call him 'eldest young master'.
But he has already told him not to let anyone come here to disturb him if he has nothing to do.
"Master, my name is Niu Xiaozhuang!" Niu Xiaozhuang looked at the calf and said.
"Is your father's name Niu Dazhuang?" Jun Buqi asked casually.
"..." Niu Xiaozhuang was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, Niu Dazhuang is my uncle, and my father's name is Niu Erzhuang!"
The corners of Jun Buqi's lips twitched slightly, and he said, "Xiao Zhuang! Is something wrong?"
"Back to the eldest young master, it's like this. In the past few days, our Erhei has never gone back, and he won't go away even if he pulls him away. My father was afraid that Erhei would disturb the eldest young master, so he asked me to watch here."
Erhei?
Calf?
It doesn’t look black either!
Jun Buqi blinked and said, "By the way, did you see a rabbit?"
"I saw it, but... I caught it and roasted it and ate it. It was so stupid that it didn't run away when it saw me!" Niu Xiaozhuang said sincerely, "Young master, is that rabbit yours?"
"..." Jun Buqi: I won't kill the rabbit, but the rabbit will die because of me!
Jun Buqi knew that the rabbit was not stupid, but just ignorant of the dangers in the world.
He smiled and shook his head: "I didn't raise it! By the way, this calf is destined to me, so I bought it. You go back and tell your father, and you can just go to Jun's house and get the money. Well, let's make five strings of money."
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When Niu Xiaozhuang heard this, he looked at the calf that couldn't be pulled back with some reluctance. Niu Xiaozhuang didn't quite understand the concept of five strings of money. He only knew that this cow was definitely not his.
A calf is naturally not worth the price, but it is not easy to bully someone if you don't give up. It can be seen that Niu Xiaozhuang still likes this little green calf.
He is trying to steal people's favor, and he feels like he is robbing his friends of toys.
Appropriate compensation is also necessary, not to mention that his Jun family is extremely wealthy!
When he first went up the mountain, he had thought that if he failed in his cultivation in the future, or if he suddenly stopped working hard, he would go home and inherit his wealth.
Although his senior brother Mu Jiuge was miserable, with his golden elixir broken and his Taoist base destroyed, in fact, after he came back from the mountain, he inherited the throne of Dai Viet and reached the pinnacle of his life in the secular world.
Jun Buqi felt that with this relationship, if he really didn't want to work hard, he would definitely be able to live a enjoyable life in the future.
But why keep trying?
I feel unwilling to do so!
As soon as Niu Xiaozhuang left, Jun Buqi carefully observed the little green cow again, thinking to himself, what effect did the seven-color liquid have on this little calf?
Judging from the calf's reluctance to leave here, that thing must be effective.
But even if Jun Buqi tried it himself, he didn't dare to take the risk easily.
Otherwise, try feeding another drop?!
Jun Buqi thought for a while, wrapped a drop of colorful liquid with his spiritual consciousness, and flicked it into the little green cow's mouth.
After receiving the colorful liquid, the little green cow squinted its big eyes and was intoxicated for a while, then stared at Jun Buqi silently with wide eyes, and Jun Buqi was also looking at it.
One cow and another, big eyes staring at small eyes.
But apart from the fact that the calf's eyes were brighter, there seemed to be no other changes.
His body has not grown much, and his appetite has not increased, but he has become closer to him.
Jun Buqi's scalp started to itch again and he couldn't help but scratch it.
Until a few days later, a figure came riding the wind and appeared in front of the small thatched cottage.
The little green cow mooed, stood up, and stood guard in front of the hut like a guard dog. The cow's head was lowered, and its big eyes stared at the figure falling from the sky, showing a look of surprise.
The figure glanced at the calf, then smiled at Jun Buqi in the hut: "Junior Brother Jun, where did you find the little green calf? Why does it look like a guard dog?"
Jun Buqi woke up from his meditation, stood up and walked out of the thatched hut, smiling and saying: "Other than this, this stuff has no other use."
"Good stuff? It looks pretty smart!"
clever?!
These words seemed like a bolt of lightning flashing through Jun Buqi's mind, instantly illuminating the road ahead that originally felt dark.
yes!
Why didn't you think that that thing might increase your intelligence?
Jun Buqi secretly spurned himself, and then looked at Mo Changgeng, "Senior brother is here, but are you here to give me the sword formation map?"
Mo Changgeng nodded and took out an animal skin and a few crystal stones from the small purse at his waist.
The crystals are like cards, as thick as a finger. They are solid spiritual energy, also called spiritual crystals, mined from spiritual energy crystal mines.
In order to facilitate calculation, it is made into rectangular blocks.
Spiritual crystals are generally three inches long, five inches wide, and seven inches thick, and contain spiritual energy within them.
It is also divided into four grades based on quality: "low grade, medium grade, high grade, and top grade".
Finally, Mo Changgeng took out an ordinary-looking wooden comb and handed it to Jun Buqi.
Seeing this, Jun Buqi's face suddenly changed, and the corners of his lips twitched wildly. He suppressed the urge in his heart to give Mo Changgeng a kick, and asked: "Mo Changgeng, what do you mean?"
"Oh! This is the thing that the female ghost Xiao Qiuniang possessed after her death. When I transcended her, she asked me to give it to you. You can keep it or throw it away as you wish. She said that you also made her a
It was the most beautiful poem she had ever heard in her life. She liked it very much and hoped that in the next life she would be destined to meet you again under the moon!"
Mo Changgeng looked curious and asked, "What poem did junior brother compose for her?"
"Dignified Golden Core Realm monk, can you please stop being so gossipy?" Jun Buqi rolled his eyes.
Mo Changgeng laughed loudly when he saw it. When he laughed until he felt that Jun Buqi was about to get angry, he changed the subject, "I'm going back to the sect. Junior brother, is there anything you want me to say to Senior Uncle Li?"
"Give my regards to his old man! Although he may not be too interested in it." Jun Buqi smiled bitterly and shook his head, and finally asked: "Did you catch that monster? What on earth is it?"
Mo Changgeng nodded and said: "There is a nest of yellow rat spirits. Their cultivation level is not high, but they are very slippery. Although I killed a few of them, there should be some that have slipped through the net. However, Fuxian Island in the South China Sea mainly holds an elixir testing conference.
, my father was also invited, he wanted to take me to increase my knowledge..."
This is the second generation of immortals!
Jun Buqi cursed secretly, then waved at him, "Get out of here!"
Mo Changgeng had long been accustomed to Jun Buqi's bad attitude. If it were his eldest brother Mo Tianxing, Jun Buqi would have hung it on an old tree like a painting.
"Junior brother Jun, please help me keep an eye on it. I hope nothing slips through the net."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"Ha, junior brother still refuses so simply and neatly, but senior brother knows that junior brother is always cold on the outside and hot on the inside, so he will definitely help him with this. If you really want to find something wrong, please go to Qingling Temple and ask senior brother Qian to take action. Well,
Then senior brother will leave first, junior brother, take care!"
"No!" Jun Buqi curled his lips. When Mo Changgeng was about to leave, Jun Buqi came back to his senses and shouted, "Wait a minute, let me ask you something."
As he spoke, he took a branch and drew it on the ground, "Do you recognize these two words?"
Mo Changgeng leaned over and looked around, touched his chin, and said suspiciously: "It's a bit like writing from ancient times. Senior brother has seen it before, but doesn't recognize it. How can junior brother know this?"
"Like you, I've seen it before, but I don't recognize it. If I have a chance later, ask your father for me. I think he's a scholar, so he should know."
"No problem! If there is nothing else, senior brother will leave!"
"Go slowly, don't send me away!"
He said he wouldn't send it off, but in fact he still watched Mo Changgeng leave with his sword.
Turning around, Jun Buqi shook his robe sleeves and saw two small translucent stone figures shaking off his robe sleeves. After falling to the ground, they instantly got into the mud and disappeared.
Then, he looked at the little green cow and gave a gentle aunty smile, "Little cow, come on, master will teach you how to become an immortal!"
After feeding the little green cow a drop of the seven-color liquid, Jun Buqi put his big hand on the cow's head, which was staring at him curiously, and a piece of cultivation technique was then transmitted to the cow's head.
PS: The sadness of the first update is back, but the chapters in the first update are longer. This chapter is nearly 5,000 words, which is actually the same as the second update. But I’m too lazy to divide it into chapters. If you don’t enjoy it, neither will I.
I find it troublesome.
Let me state it again, don’t ask why there is only one update of Sadness? Although there is only one chapter, there is a lot of stuff!
In addition, future updates will usually be at noon. If there are any adjustments after they are put on the shelves, we will notify you separately.