Wei Shiqi and Qin Zhen returned to Tiandu Peak. They would stay for a few more days this time.
The Song brothers had keen eyes and saw Wei Shiqi carrying back a bunch of "blood food" from a distance. They immediately cheered. They had been lacking meat and fish for more than a month. They had porridge and vegetables every day. They ate until birds appeared in their mouths. If there was a chance, The tooth beating festival was really an unexpected surprise.
The senior brothers came forward warmly and took seven or eight pheasants from Wei Shiqi's hands. They asked him where he got them and if they wanted to try their luck in two days.
Everyone pricked up their ears. Wei Shiqi told half-truths and half-lie that he was lucky. He met a lone wolf on Tiandu Peak. He hurriedly chased it but failed to catch it. Instead, he bumped into a nest of pheasants and caught it easily. This was not entirely a perfunctory remark. The pheasant was caught by Qing Lang and he didn't put any effort into it.
Yue Zhilan decided to make a pot of chicken stewed rice, and everyone was very happy to hear it. Those who washed the rice, and those who boiled the water, helped each other. This was a phenomenon that Xun Ye only had after taking over Qi Yunhe's lineage. They both understand each other tacitly. Yue Zhilan removed the feathers from the pheasant, disemboweled it, washed it, chopped the breast and leg meat, and cooked it with rice. The remaining chicken head, chicken feet, skeleton and offal were thrown into a small iron pot, and he added water to make a thick soup. Everyone got together, talked and laughed, and felt a bit like fellow students.
Wei Shiqi looked at them coldly, feeling neither lucky nor superior. Some of the trial disciples in front of me are farmers with no clothes to cover their bodies and no food to eat, some are from official families and have good food and clothing, some are the children of merchants and are good at calculations, and some are scholars who have read poetry and books and often feel sad about autumn. Some of them are simple, some are smart, some are rude and stupid, and some are quite scheming, but no matter their origins or their character, there is no difference in their path to immortality. There is only one hurdle in front of them. They can cross it. There is a vast sea and sky. But they cannot cross it. They are still struggling in the mortal world.
An acquired turbidity among all living beings, he practiced the incomplete Xiaoyue Gong and dug through six acupoints to form a complete "tide of vitality". Wei Shiqi asked himself, was he successful? In a sense, yes, from Laoya Ridge to Tiandu Peak, he worked hard and luckily seized the opportunity and took half a step forward, but what happened after that? How far can he go on this road? Fifty steps? One hundred steps? Compared with them, how big is the difference?
Gains and losses, luck and misfortune, no one can really see clearly.
Chicken rice is simmering in the big iron pot, and pheasant soup is simmering in the small iron pot. The aroma is overflowing. Outside the woodshed, the moonlight illuminates familiar and unfamiliar faces. Wei Shiqi quietly retreats into the shadows, thinking in his heart. Thousands. He strolled to the Crescent Lake and looked up at the mist-shrouded Immortal Cloud Peak. That was where the inner disciples of the Immortal Capital devoted themselves to training. One day, he would set foot on the Immortal Cloud Peak and become one of them. What kind of opportunities will there be then?
The noise of fellow students came not far away, distant and ethereal, as if they came from another world. Those happy and unhappy past events faded out of memory at this moment, leaving only a touch of sadness. Wei Shiqi picked up a stone, threw it into the pool, and hummed in a low voice: "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and green..."
Qin Zhen stood silently behind him, thinking, what kind of music is this? It's so soft and soft, she has never heard it before. Memories emerged from the bottom of her heart, and the past events were vivid in her mind. She tried to persuade herself not to think about it, but she couldn't control it. "The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, acquaintances are half scattered..." The words Wei Shiqi hummed didn't sound like words, and the music didn't sound like music. The meaning of the words was very shallow, but they touched the soft corners of his heart, stirring The dusty heartstrings made her feel like crying.
Qin Zhen couldn't help but ask: "Brother, what kind of music is that?"
"...Li Ge, a song sung when bidding farewell."
"It sounds really good. Where did you learn it, senior brother?"
Wei Shiqi said confidently: "When I was a kid, I went to town to sell animal skins and bones. I met a down-and-out scholar whose luggage was stolen. My father took pity on him and asked me to give him two steamed buns, so he taught me this song. .”
"Senior brother, can you teach me?"
Wei Shiqi laughed, remembering an old saying for no reason, if you want to know it, sleep with the master. He pinched Qin Zhen's chin affectionately and said, "Okay, I'll teach you."
On the second day, Wei Shiqi started to pack his bags. When asked by his brothers, he only said that he planned to go to the mountains to practice for two days and look for opportunities for breakthrough. When everything was ready, he went to Qiupao Valley to meet Xun Ye.
When passing by the autumn peach forest, he thought of the beautiful girl sitting among the branches eating peaches, feeling a little nostalgic and melancholy.
In the autumn peach valley, in the thatched cottage under the crooked-neck tree, Wei Shiqi met Xun Ye. The first disciple of the Immortal Capital Sect was still the same as before, with a decadent and unkempt expression. On his body, it seemed that Qi Yunhe was shaking. shadow.
Wei Shiqi met his master and reported his plans to him. Xun Ye was not surprised. For Qin Zhen, the trip to Guimenyuan was unnecessary. She had excellent qualifications and there was no need to take risks. But for Wei Shiqi, Guimenyuan was the best choice. Only by refining one's body during killings can one continue to break through the limits and achieve several legendary "golden bodies".
If you don't break through in the killing, you will perish in the killing. The road to body refining has always been fought out from the pile of corpses.
Xun Ye thought about it again and again and passed Wei Shiqi an iron rod and a set of crazy magic stick techniques.
The iron rod was three feet long and one hand thick. Xun Ye had re-smelted it with a piece of dark iron left by Qi Yunhe. It was extremely heavy, had many pits on the surface, and looked quite ugly. The Crazy Demon Stick Technique was acquired from a body refiner of the Yunya Sect when he traveled around the world when he was young. Crazy Demon means "If you are not a crazy demon, you will not become a Buddha".
The Xiao Yue Gong and the Crazy Demon Stick were the secrets of the Yun Ya Sect back then.
