The sun is scorching.
A pergola was set up in the field, and Zhou Yi lay on a soft chair.
I took a sip of ice-cold sour plum soup and flipped through a storybook called "The Legend of Three Heroes".
"Chapter 309: Love turns into hatred, who will suffer the torture... It was well written, huh? Why is it missing at the end?"
Zhou Yiteng sat up from his chair. After repeated confirmation, the author of the script was a eunuch. Maybe it's because I earned enough spiritual stones, or maybe I died of old age. It's a pity that I didn't see the ending.
The owner of Jingxuzhai has a very diverse collection of books, and Zhou Yi is not picky either, so he borrows all the books to read.
Such as notes, biographies, anecdotes, and even novels about the world of cultivating immortals, as well as critical readings of Spring and Autumn Period.
This volume of "The Legend of Three Heroes" is a masterpiece among the storybooks. The fighting and fighting are described very refreshingly. Of course, the protagonists in the book are all geniuses of a generation, and the real world of immortality is right before our eyes.
Not far away, the neighbor's mana was exhausted this morning, and a familiar person came over to have a cold drink.
There are two deck chairs under the pergola, and the other one is prepared for the morning.
"Comfortable."
Gu Chen drank three large glasses in a row and breathed a sigh of relief.
The monks are immune to cold and heat, so they still have the taste of sweet, sour and refreshing, otherwise they would be turned into stone.
Then he glanced at the storybook on the table, shook his head and said: "It is useless to read this ordinary book. The person who wrote it should be a monk, but he is probably crazy."
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Brother Gu, you have to separate the usefulness and uselessness of everything you do. Isn't it too tiring to live?"
Gu Chen was silent for a long time and said slowly.
"You are still young. When you reach my age, you will know that life is short but there are many things to do. You wish you could live two days in one day."
"This is called living with a strong head."
Zhou Yi didn't know how to comfort him for a while. The two had known each other for four years. They met basically every day on the street and knew each other's past.
Gu Chen practiced ancestral techniques. He was in his thirties when he entered Xiaodan Mountain. Now he is over eighty. He is still trapped on the third level of Qi Refining, and is basically cut off from the path.
The fourth level is the middle stage of Qi refining, and there is a bottleneck that is not really a bottleneck.
For monks with three spiritual roots or even better qualifications, they got through it without feeling anything, but it troubled Gu Chen for more than twenty years.
Of course, it has a lot to do with the fact that Gu Chen has been farming day and night in recent years and has basically no time to practice hard.
"Bentou? Haha, the spiritual root determines the monk's fate!"
Gu Chen laughed bitterly, and his voice was a little sad: "How can I not know how good it is to study? Borrowing classics also costs spiritual stones. Why not save the money and pay off the cave debts earlier? Once you get the land deed, it will be a family inheritance."
In the cave in Xiaodan Mountain, if the monk pays off the debt before his death, the land deed can be passed on to descendants or disciples with spiritual roots.
Spiritual roots are rare, and there is only one among all mortals.
Gu Chen married many wives in the ordinary world, and only a few years ago he got a grandson with four spiritual roots, and then he started farming hard to earn spiritual stones.
Xiaodanshan Cave Mansion does not prohibit Taoist couples from staying together, but it does not allow families to live together. This has promoted the sales of the cave mansion and basically prohibited family forces from swaying the disciples of the Alchemy Sect.
After Gu Chen paid off the debt in the cave where he lived, he moved to another cave to practice practice, so his grandson no longer had the pressure of borrowing money.
"We have allowed this cave to exploit us for most of our lives, and we cannot let our grandson suffer again."
"Brother Gu is right."
Zhou Yi nodded and said: "It has been passed down from generation to generation in the family. Maybe one day I will have a second spirit root or even a heavenly spirit root, and I will directly join the Alchemy Cauldron Sect and become the master of Little Alchemy Mountain."
Gu Chen smiled and said, "Just like the Ling family?"
The Ling family was similar to the ancient times. There were two monks in the family farming in Xiaodan Mountain. As a result, a granddaughter with double spiritual roots was born in the family, and she became an official disciple of the Danding Sect in one fell swoop.
Because my granddaughter is so valuable, my uncle and grandfather don’t have to farm anymore, so they arrange errands in the office.
"It changes in real time and no one can tell for sure."
Zhou Yi said quietly: "Isn't this mysterious and unpredictable part of the charm of the world of immortality?"
"Haha! We have been cultivating the Tao for a hundred years, but a young man like you can't see it clearly."
When chatting in the morning, he did not forget to run his skills. He recovered some of his magic power while talking, and got up to water the spiritual field.
Zhou Yi drank another cup of sour plum soup, left most of the remaining jar, and left with his script under his arm.
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trading area.
Zhou Yi put his hands in his hands and walked around the streets.
When I met a monk I met, I nodded with a smile, and said some unhelpful words, generally about how I was doing lately and how I was doing okay.
Check out various stores, inquire about prices, and accurately grasp market dynamics.
The items displayed at the street stalls can be resold, and the prices are 20 to 30% lower than those in stores. However, the quality, authenticity, and fakes are mixed, and you don’t have a clear vision to find a trap.
There are often rumors that a certain monk picked up a few spiritual stones on a street stall and changed hands for hundreds or thousands.
Zhou Yi just listens to it and laughs at it as a joke. Anyone who believes it is a fool!
In the end.
I saw Taoist Hu who was selling wine. He had gray hair, his Taoist robes smelled strongly of wine lees, and his two front teeth were exposed when he spoke.
There were about twenty jars of wine on the stall, sealed with red mud and labeled with numbers ranging from one to twenty.
Anyone who frequents the place knows that Hu Daoren can only brew a kind of spiritual wine called "Red Rainbow". When the wine is poured into the cup, it looks like a red rainbow hanging in the sky, blooming with radiance, hence the name!
Zhou Yi squatted in front of the stall and asked: "Old Hu, why are you willing to sell twenty-year-old spiritual wine today?"
Hu Daoren grinned and said: "Hehe! We are happy, but we won't tell you!"
"Yes! This twenty-year-old one is cheaper. I'll sell it to you for five spiritual stones."
The price paid by Zhouyi was not low, and it basically wiped out all the remaining wealth. Fortunately, the longevity was unlimited, and there was no need to use spiritual stones or elixirs to improve one's cultivation.
Hu Daoren hesitated for a moment, and for the sake of the old customer: "I'll sell you."
Zhou Yi paid the spirit stone and left with the wine jar.
Go all the way to the southeast corner of the trading area.
Jingxuzhai.
Zhou Yi walked in and saw two monks negotiating the price.
What is sold here are jade slips of exercises and spells. Collecting classics is just the hobby of the owner of Jingxuzhai.
The host's name is Jingxu. He is one hundred and one years old and still has black hair. He is no different from his thirties or forties. It is said that he took the Zhuyan Pill when he was young and can maintain this appearance until the end of his life.
Until the monk paid the spirit stone and left the shop together.
Zhou Yi came forward with the wine and put it on the counter together with "The Biography of Three Heroes".
"Senior, is there a second half of this book? It makes me feel itchy and uncomfortable."
"Is it really that beautiful?"
Jingxu said: "Instead of reading the absurd stories in this book, it would be more useful to read a few farming notes. Maybe you can harvest a few more liters of spiritual rice."
"That's really boring!"
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Our temperament and talent are probably no match for what is described in that book. Can't we still have some fantasy?"
"Hahaha, you're right!"
Jingxu suddenly beamed, opened the lid of the wine jar, took a whiff of the smell, and poured it into his mouth.
Gudonggudong!
After finishing half the jar of wine, Jingxu wiped her mouth and handed the rest to Zhou Yi.
"Hu Daoren is not very good at nature, but this spiritual wine-making method makes him even more sophisticated and mellow!"
"That is, if not Lao Hu can be so carefree!"
Zhou Yi drank half of the jar of wine, and the spiritual wine melted into his limbs and bones, and he used the Guiyuan Jue to refine his magic power, which was comparable to ten days of seclusion.
"happy!"
"You're an interesting guy, you can just say it every year for fun."
Jingxu took out a book from under the counter: "The author of the storybook has not written it yet. I will go and urge him personally. Take this book back and read it yourself. Do not pass it on to others."
"Um?"
Zhou Yi looked slightly condensed and borrowed hundreds of books from Master Jingxu. This was the first time he had specifically given instructions.
He took the book with both hands and saw his name on the cover.
"Essay on the Analysis of Pure Lord's Spiritual Energy".
