Su Poman took it back and forth several times with great interest, and after playing with it for a long time, he reluctantly stuffed the storage bag into his arms. Then his face straightened, and after turning on his super vision to confirm that no one was around, he slowly reached between his neck and grabbed a black ring with a string on it.
Su Poman placed the black ring in front of his eyes, and his spiritual consciousness was released from the center of his eyebrows to wrap it in it. From the perspective of his spiritual consciousness, mysterious and obscure formations began to appear in the subtleties of the ring. There is a terrifying spiritual power like a mountain of reverse fire.
Under the observation of his spiritual sense, the red spiritual power seemed to be stronger than the total spiritual power of his body. At the same time, it also exuded a kind of thrilling power, which made him feel a kind of spiritual power. Inexplicable burning sensation.
"With such powerful spiritual power, what level of cultivation did the skeleton reach during his lifetime? Just a residual spiritual power can make me feel awe in my heart..." Su Poman marveled, with a concealed look on his face. He couldn't help but look surprised, "If you can open this ring, you will definitely get a lot of treasures!"
Su Poman tried to use his spiritual power to slowly penetrate into those formations, but what surprised him was that no matter how hard he tried, he could not make his spiritual power break through the barriers on the formations. This result made him He was very disappointed.
"Oh, it must be because my cultivation level is too low. I can't even break through the formation barrier. It seems that this ring can only be unlocked after my cultivation level reaches a certain level!"
Su Poman was slightly disappointed and hung the black ring around his neck again, then stuffed it into the clothes on his chest and hid it deeply.
"Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a treasure." In the world of immortality, there are countless examples of people being hunted to death for carrying treasures. For such a treasure, he must hide it close to him to feel at ease, and he can also protect it among living things. Within the position, this will prevent others from selling and snatching.
Su Poman sighed and said to himself: "My physique is still useful in practicing martial arts, but practicing this mountain-moving body-refining art cannot have an accelerated effect. I can only hope to get some special abilities in the future." , you can speed up your cultivation..."
After sighing, he took out the "Ancient Breath Condensation Technique" from his storage bag and began to study it. The difficulty of getting started with this secret method is not high, but it will take some time to practice it to a small level. For ordinary monks, It is difficult to cultivate in less than three to five years, and it is even more difficult to reach the Dacheng state. It takes more than ten years for those with extraordinary talents to achieve it, and some gains outweigh the losses.
Su Poman went through the secret formula in his mind and felt that the entry requirements were not difficult. He only needed to construct a special spiritual route in the meridians above the Dantian to hide part of his cultivation.
Time passes slowly.
On the cliff, Su Poman's spiritual power suddenly disappeared. Even with the use of spiritual eyes, he looked like a mortal. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the setting sun on the horizon, and murmured: "It's not early. It’s time to go back.”
Su Poman jumped up from the cliff, his body was like catkins floating in the wind, and with a few taps in the air, he climbed up the cliff.
The sky is sinking to the west.
When he left the city, Su Poman was just a mortal warrior. When he returned to the city, he had become an immortal cultivator. His temperament also underwent subtle changes that were difficult for ordinary people to detect. His whole person became more worldly. It seems to have a sense of elegance.
As soon as Su Poman returned to Youcai Inn, a boy immediately came up to him and said with a flattering smile: "Mr. Su, Mr. Mo just asked you to sit down at Qingliu Huafang by the Qingliu River."
"Okay, I get it," Su Poman said with a smile, threw a few copper coins to the boy, and walked up the wooden stairs to the second floor.
After unlocking the door and returning to his room, Su Poman took out some gold and silver items from the package, put it in his arms, and then put the package into a storage bag.
After exiting the inn, walk along the main street to the end, then turn to the west. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, you can see the scenery of weeping willows around the embankment. The channel of the Qingliu River suddenly expanded here, forming a lake with the river channel running through it. .
In the evening, willows cling to the edge of the embankment, and bunches of green weeds emerge from the gravel. The evening breeze brings bursts of fragrant breeze.
The daughter's house in the boat was the best time to attract customers. Half of her lotus-rooted arms were exposed on the railing and she was waving her red sleeves. The sounds of warbles and swallows made the faces of passersby on the road feel strange.
People with families had their ears tugged and left quickly. As for the singles, they looked longingly in the direction of the boat. However, they were short of money and could only enjoy the pleasure.
There were a few shameless drunkards among them, wagging their noses and sniffing in the direction of the boat, with a look of obsession in their eyes.
Su Poman stepped onto the trestle, and amid the envious eyes of the idle men, he was welcomed in with a smile by the madam at the entrance of the boat.
"Master Su, please come this way. Mo Shaoxia is already waiting for you in the private room upstairs!"
The Madam is an old woman in her fifties, with a snobbish look on her face, but looking at her facial features that still have charm, it can be vaguely seen that the Madam was also a beautiful woman when she was young.
In fact, many idle men who cannot afford a young daughter will choose to spend a low price to have a romantic relationship with this old madam. Although this old woman's appearance is no longer youthful and delicate, she is still slim, enough to make those poor men One quenches hunger and thirst.
Su Poman gently pushed aside many of his daughters who were wrapping their fingers around his arms, and followed the stairs to the private room on the second floor of Huafang.
The layout here is completely different from that downstairs. It has more of a literati temperament. At the same time, the corridors do not seem crowded. There is a distance of more than half a foot between each room. The maid waiting outside is not from downstairs. Those vulgar and pink people all have beautiful features and a cold look on their faces.
Su Poman nodded secretly, feeling that this Huafang House really knew how to do business and had a very good grasp of men's thoughts.
"Mr. Su, please come here. Mrs. Liu is dressing up. In a moment, she will come out to talk for the guests!" With a flattering smile on his face, the old madam invited Su Poman in with a half-hunched body.
She knew how generous Mr. Mo was, and thought that Mr. Su in front of her must also be a wealthy person, so she showed a very enthusiastic attitude.
"Brother Su is here?" came the voice of the female cultivator named Mo who deliberately lowered her throat.
Su Poman lifted the bead curtain and made a "clatter" sound, revealing an antique room.
At the entrance is a splendid screen with a landscape scroll embroidered with ink silk thread.
There is a large white porcelain vase placed at the base of the wall on both sides, with black branches and dewy plum blossoms inserted in it, exuding a faint floral fragrance.
