Half a month later.
Chu Qiu was walking down the street leading a gray donkey with dull eyes.
"Two donkeys, from now on it will be you and me, one donkey and the other."
He stuffed a piece of fruit into the mouth of the second donkey and asked, "Can you just... change it into one for me?"
The two donkeys were chewing wild fruits, making a clicking sound in their mouths, and looked at Chu Qiu with eyes full of wisdom.
Chu Qiu looked at it and sighed: "I almost forgot that you are a male donkey. It's useless if you change."
Erlu looked at Chu Qiu sideways.
puff!
Spit out a core.
Chu Qiu was sprayed with saliva.
Chu Qiu gave it a slap with his backhand.
He took the time to look at his own panel.
【Chu Qiu】
[Lifespan: 1,017 years]
【Changchun Gong (Introductory)+】
[Gui Shou Gong (Introductory) +]
[Songhe Sword Technique (Mastery)+]
[Today’s performance [Fan]]
[Current points: 3]
[Comprehensive evaluation: A mere immortal]
[(Life span reaches 10,000 years to unlock advanced functions)]
"The new features unlocked after a thousand years of life are really useful."
Chu Qiu looked at the additional options on the panel. They were all martial arts he had learned at Ziji Temple. The bright plus sign behind them did not require the panel to remind him, and he knew what they were for.
He tried to add a little more to Songhe's swordsmanship.
A warm current emerged out of thin air, spinning in his legs and arms.
In an instant, Chu Qiu felt that his strength had become much stronger.
Especially the legs, the warm current keeps turning and never stops for a long time.
Chu Qiu understood clearly in his heart: "Songhe Sword Technique is a health-preserving sword technique. It combines movement and stillness, which is equivalent to constantly practicing pile skills. As the saying goes, power starts from the feet, and the strength of the legs becomes stronger, which is a manifestation of a solid foundation."
Looking at the changes on the panel again, Songhe's swordsmanship has become a small success.
Then he added a little more to Songhe's sword technique.
Warmth spreads throughout the limbs.
The label behind Songhe Sword Technique has changed to [Dacheng]
But this time, the plus sign was missing.
"Is it full? Or are there not enough points?"
Chu Qiu looked at the remaining point, groaned, and then added it to the Guishou Gong.
The two internal skills of Guishou and Changchun are the most basic methods of nourishing qi and extending life.
At this moment, I added a little bit to Guishou Gong, changing it from [Beginner] to [Mastery].
My whole body felt as if I had taken a hot bath in the cold winter, feeling warm and comfortable.
At the same time, his strength was obviously much stronger.
Warmth filled his whole body, and although it was weak, Chu Qiu felt that this power could be mobilized by him.
Chu Qiu thought for a while: "Is this true energy?"
After a little movement of that force, I felt my whole body lightened, and my strength was at least 10% or 20% stronger.
There is no change in life span.
I think so.
Having reached a lifespan of one thousand years, what internal function of prolonging life can compare with it?
Every day that passes, my life increases by one year. Even if there is a rare treasure in this world that can make people live for an additional hundred and eighty years, eating it will probably not have any effect.
It is natural that this inner strength and mental method, which is evaluated by an old Taoist priest as a 'health-preserving skill', has no effect.
"The effect of extending life is useless to me, but it's good to be able to practice Qi."
After using up three points, Chu Qiu silently concluded: "This new function can add points to martial arts and internal skills. In the future, I will learn martial arts moves, internal skills and mental techniques. After practicing them to the entry level, I can become stronger while lying down."
"It seems that this panel of mine should be called 'Lie Ping Eternal Life'..."
It's already so strong after a thousand years. If it continues to be unlocked, I wonder what effect it will have if the lifespan reaches ten thousand years? "
Thinking of this, Chu Qiu couldn't help but have a hint of expectation for the future.
As long as you keep your mouth open, eat and drink, and ensure that you are alive every day, you will not only live forever, but also live and get stronger.
This day is indeed happy.
Just as he was looking forward to the future, his stomach growled a few times.
I was so immersed in the feeling of self-generation that I didn't realize it before, but now I realized that I was a little hungry.
Coincidentally, when he saw an inn not far away, Chu Qiu gave up studying the panel and murmured: "Let's fill our stomachs first and then talk about other things. If the immortals starve to death, it will be great fun."
Arrive in front of the inn.
Chu Qiu tied the two donkeys to the simple stable nearby, carried the long sword and the baggage, and walked into the lobby.
There were only seven or eight people in the inn.
The shopkeeper is a crippled old man, sitting behind the counter doing abacus calculations.
Everyone present here was a resident of the town. When they saw Chu Qiu, a handsome young man dressed as a Taoist priest, they all took a look at him and were no longer interested.
Only the lame shopkeeper raised his head and glanced at Chu Qiu a few more times, wondering what he was thinking about.
At this time, the waiter came up with a rag and asked: "What can you use?"
Chu Qiu looked at the wooden sign hanging on the counter, then sat in the corner: "A bowl of haggis soup, and ten noodles."
He lined up the coins on the table and pushed them towards the waiter.
"Ten?"
The waiter looked at Chu Qiu with a strange face.
You know, a thick flour pancake weighs more than a kilogram, and looking at his posture, it doesn't look like he is preparing to pack dry food.
After eating more than ten kilograms of pancakes, even humans, let alone animals, can't eat it!
Perhaps this was the first time he saw such a delicious customer. The waiter thought to himself, this little Taoist priest looks good, but how can he eat so well?
But he didn't say much, he responded, put away the copper coins and went to prepare.
Not long after, fragrant haggis soup and noodles were served on the table.
Chu Qiu thanked her politely, then took a mouthful of mutton soup and a few big bites of pancakes, and ate them quickly.
His appetite now is a little worse than when he was growing up a few years ago, but it also depends on whether he wants to eat or not.
Eat ten kilograms of flour cake to improve your performance today, and quickly learn some martial arts so that you can protect yourself.
As for the future.
Anyway, I am a 'mere immortal'. The worst thing I can do is find a way to make a living and figure it out slowly.
If you really can't survive, you can go back to Ziji Temple in despair and compete with the old Taoist Xuanjing to see whose life is longer.
At this moment, the lame shopkeeper did some calculations and listened to the wind gradually whimpering outside the inn.
Shaking his head: "It's going to rain."
Not long after.
Someone else walked in outside the inn door.
They were a pair of down-and-out grandfather and grandson.
The old man's eyes were straight, as if he had an eye problem, and he was holding a timid little girl.
As soon as he came in, he cupped his hands and saluted in a circle: "I'm sorry to bother you all."
"The little old man and his granddaughter are new to Guibao Land and are borrowing the land to beg for food. I hope you will bear with me."
He bowed for a while, waiting for the shopkeeper's response.
"For what?"
The lame shopkeeper raised his head and asked.
The blind old man immediately replied: "Storyteller."
The lame shopkeeper nodded, obviously this was not the first time he saw a busker.
Then he pointed to the uninhabited corner and said, "Let's listen to two paragraphs."
The blind old man looked excited and thanked him repeatedly.
Then he was led by his granddaughter to an empty place, opened his mouth and started talking.
The first paragraph talks about the strangeness of the countryside, and the response in the inn was mediocre.
The blind old man couldn't see, but his ears were sharp. He quickly changed his style and talked about the heroic deeds of people in the world.
Only then did the diners react and listen attentively.
Chu Qiu took a sip of the mutton soup and gradually slowed down his eating speed, listening with gusto.
In Ziji Temple, the old Taoist priest never talked about the affairs of the world. He just settled in a corner and maintained the one-third of an acre of land in the Taoist temple.
The brothers and sisters rarely talk about external affairs.
It was quite new for Chu Qiu to hear the anecdotes about the world from the blind old man.
