After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 209 Hometown
As soon as Yan Qin stepped on the land of the wasteland, he heard the sound of someone nearby chatting excitedly before he recovered from his dizziness.

"This time the channel is really stable, last time it was so shaky, it almost fell apart for me!"

"Do you dare to brag about anything? Everyone in this channel will go to the second round?"

"Isn't that right? I just walked through the teleportation array a while ago... Not to mention, almost all of them are teleportation channels. This ascension channel is really different from other channels!"

"It's quite the same thing. The teleportation channel can be used for a while by saving some money, but the ascension channel is not easy to go."

From the opening to the closing of the passage, many people will enter the passage in batches. The level of cultivation, the quality of the skills, and the quality of the flying spirit weapon will all affect the speed of walking in the passage.

No one will be responsible for the safety of these cultivators who walk through the passage of ascension. If you dare to walk, you must dare to take risks.

In the past, the channel of the world, the way of heaven, was only strengthened once when it was remembered. There are not a few cultivators who have been involved in the turbulent flow of space, and their life and death are uncertain. However, in order to pursue the avenue in their hearts, there are still people who want to ascend to a higher plane.

There are also cultivators who stay permanently in the wasteland to earn some spiritual stones that sell news from the two worlds.

When Yan Qin walked out of the hollowed-out grotto, the first thing he saw was the bright sunshine pouring down without any shelter or hindrance.

The sun here is hot and the air is extremely dry.

If you look down, you can see the small tea shed next to the grotto.

The small tea shed is about a mile away from the grotto. The bamboo tea shed looks simple, but when you get close to it, you can feel the coolness coming from the tea shed.

Cultivators of Nascent Soul should not be disturbed by cold and heat. The sunshine in the barren area seems to be different from ordinary sunlight, and there is some power of rules hidden in it.

Without thinking too much, Yan Qin walked into the tea shed. As soon as she entered the shady area covered by the tea shed, she was surrounded by cool air-conditioning.

If you look carefully, you can see the small wind gusts arranged in the four corners of the tea shed and the ice cubes on the wind gusts. The cold air is emitted by the ice cubes.

Although the tea shed is small, the layout is rather elegant. Sitting under the tea shed has a wide view, and the tables and chairs are also slightly cool. There is a cool wind around to take away the dryness, and there is a faint fragrance of tea.

"My guest, are you taking a nap or chatting?"

"A pot of clear tea, let's chat casually." Yan Qin glanced at the wooden sign hanging on the tea shed, with the price of clear tea written on it.

A low-grade spirit stone and a pot can indeed be regarded as sky-high prices in the lower realms.

"Okay, your tea, what do the guests want to talk about?"

Yan Qin looked at the grotto where he came out of, but couldn't judge his current location from the terrain characteristics.

She has been in the wasteland for so many years, it stands to reason that she is very familiar with every place in the wasteland.

"You know this tea shed, right? It's very deceptive. It's specially designed to defraud us cultivators who have just ascended. A pot of water has to be paid with spirit stones."

"Anyone with a long heart will not enter this tea shed!"

It just so happened that the two people who were chatting earlier walked by the tea shed, smiling who would be taken advantage of in such a place where money is swindled, but their walking speed slowed down honestly, wanting to catch more air.

"Why is this place so hot! It wasn't so hot when we came, was it?"

"Isn't it! The sun in Fengling Continent looks brighter than here, and it doesn't feel hot!"

The two complained one after the other, and walked away slowly.

Yan Qin withdrew his gaze and asked casually, "Then let's talk about the weather here."

Song Xiaojing mentioned to her before that the first batch of cultivators who ascended to the wilderness brought a wind language tree, and a hundred years was enough for the wind language tree to grow into a towering appearance, so that this wind language tree could directly transmit messages to The mother plant of Fengyu Tree rooted in Fengyan Pavilion in Fengling Continent.

In order to better spread the news line, not only the news of nearly a hundred years, but also the news stored in the mother plant of the Wind Whisper Tree, and there is also a backup for the Huang Yu tree.

Fengyan Pavilion exchanged news sharing for the business of receiving new ascenders.

The income brought by news trading is secondary, making connections is the main purpose, and this tea shed is the property of Fengyan Pavilion.

The tea is expensive, but the price of the tea includes the cost of learning common news from the people in the tea shed. If you want to know more things, you need to pay extra.

Yan Qin has no shortage of these spiritual stones, and after drinking the cool tea, he tasted the faint peach aroma from it, and Yan Qin felt that the money was well spent.

"The wasteland has distinct seasons throughout the year. If you don't like the weather in a certain season, you can live in a small secret place with a stable climate."

"The temperature of the four seasons, spring and autumn are quite pleasant, but the heat of summer cannot be resisted by the spiritual power of human cultivators, and the same is true of the severe cold of winter, which contains a little power of rules. Only those monsters with strong bodies Only in this way can we ignore the seasonal changes.”

"It's hot summer now, and most places in the wasteland are very hot. The flying spirit weapons used in the lower realms cannot be used in the wasteland, and the consumption of spiritual power will also increase when using spiritual power."

"There are no people within a hundred miles around the Feisheng Passage. Our small tea shed is backed by Fengyan Pavilion, and we still have a small amount of savings. We have chartered a spirit boat to pick up and drop off guests in need, so that guests can avoid the pain of running around. The other guests looked down on the small tea shed, so they worked hard and walked to the nearest city."

It seems that the two who passed by and still lost a few words to the tea shed may have to suffer a bit.

Yan Qin took another sip of tea, and a familiar spirit boat appeared within the scope of her consciousness, and she was also familiar with the fluctuation of spiritual power around the spirit boat.

Xiao Er in the tea shed was about to sell her spirit boat pick-up service with Yan Qin, but the customer suddenly smiled.

"My friend is here to pick you up, don't bother me." As soon as the words finished, the spirit boat landed steadily beside the tea shed. Song Jingmo jumped off the spirit boat, his whole body glistening in the sunlight.

"Get on board!"

Yan Qin let Song Jingmo grab his wrist and bring him onto the spirit boat.

The spirit boat was fine, but it was made of lapis lazuli, and Song Jingmo's body was called dazzling.

She only knew that the Dragon Clan might prefer Liang Jingjing, but she didn't expect that Song Jingmo's aesthetics would also be led astray by racial instinct.

When Yan Qin turned the corner and brought up this matter, Song Jingmo replied nonchalantly: "When I opened my eyes again, I decided to firmly love gold and silver vulgar things, and I will be fine if I die."

"Look at this gold, is it good enough? Look at this spiritual source, is it big enough!" Song Jingmo was very happy to show Yan Qin his new collection during this period, Yan Qin looked over everything, and then nodded seriously .

The golden color is bright enough to dazzle the eyes.

Lingyuan is big enough, it looks like he doesn't need money.

Song Jingmo knew that Yan Qin could understand her hobby, so he put a table full of refreshments on the table, and took out two big food boxes.

"What's in here?" Yan Qin was a little puzzled when he saw the food box with six layers.

"Guess~" Song Jingmo was not in a hurry to open it, and pressed one hand on the food box, his spirits high.

These meals were all prepared when she knew that Yan Qin was coming, and here is only a part of them. Song Jingmo thought that Yan Qin might be hungry, so he took a small part for her to pick up what she liked and taste it.

Yan Qin cooperatively guessed several kinds of food, but failed in the end. Song Jingmo opened the food box, and the special aroma of the food in the food box wafted out.

"It's the stewed vegetables that my senior brothers and sisters are best at~"

There are not many other things in the wasteland, and all kinds of edible animals with sufficient aura were once almost flooded.

Fortunately, all the monster races have the talent for herding. They brought different races to a more suitable environment for their growth and raised them in enclosures. When they were raised to almost the most suitable size, they were cleaned up and sent to the human city.

The wasteland does not welcome human cultivators to live for a long time, but the monster race does not mind leaving some humans who can help them make delicious food.

The spiritual chefs of Fengling Continent are always very popular after they come to the wasteland, and they often receive high-quality spiritual materials as rewards. The status of spiritual chefs in Fengling Continent is so high, it is hard to say that there is no reason for this.

Alchemists and pharmacists can almost play their own roles, but many monster races prefer to gnaw the spirit grass by themselves. Generally speaking, the demand market is not as big as the spirit chef.

As for Healers and Martial Masters, they can only humblely use the Desolate Territory as a simple transfer plane, pay the protection fee and practice for a period of time, and then pay a message fee to inquire about other planes they can go to, and then choose The plane to be ascended, and then leave.

Healers and martial artists cannot destroy the vegetation in the wilderness at will, pick spiritual plants in the wilderness without permission, attack or kill animals in the wilderness without permission... There are many restrictions, and it can be said that the wilderness is the worst for them. friendly.

Song Jingmo himself also likes to eat lo-mei, and while eating, he told Yan Qin some things that Yan Qin might be more interested in.

When the spirit boat landed at its destination, Song Jingmo was still a little unfulfilled.

She herself is a person who talks a lot, but as a person, she definitely won't share the same content with everyone who wants to say the same thing. Some things are only shared with specific people, just like posting on Moments. , the reason is very simple.

Song Jingmo may be reticent in front of some people, and may keep quiet in front of people she is willing to share her emotions and daily life because of a topic she is not interested in, but this does not affect her perfect listening when she meets Yan Qin When talking, he opened his mouth and talked non-stop.

Under Song Jingmo's enthusiastic promotion, Yan Qin ate a lot of refreshments. He tasted almost one of each of them. Qin can't eat spicy food very much, so he drank several pots of fruit tea.

No matter how big the appetite is, with these things in the stomach, it is difficult not to feel full.

"Here we are, come down and have a look."

The spirit boat landed directly in the original Qinglingzong spirit realm, and those people who lived here were not the only ones at the beginning. Several senior brothers and sisters of Song Jingmo digested it internally. The oldest child is now over a hundred years old, and the youngest child is just now run on the ground.

After taking Yan Qin to relatives and friends for a walk, Song Jingmo thoughtfully accompanied him for a walk to digest food.

The cultivator himself will not be full, as long as the spiritual power converts the food he eats into spiritual energy, the feeling of fullness will disappear.

Yan Qin didn't eat too much at first, but with the breeze blowing, he walked quietly and slowly around the peach blossom forest on the bank of the stream, making it hard not to be immersed in it.

After walking for a short time, they came under a green vine. Song Jingmo greeted the green vine with a smile: "Old Teng, how much wine did you drink today?"

"Go, go, go, the little girl doesn't do business all day long, she just makes cats and dogs annoy the old man." Under the cover of the green leaves, a face appeared on the vine, talking with its mouth opening and closing.

Song Jingmo himself didn't pay much attention to it. After walking far away, Yan Qin asked worriedly: "Xiaojing, are you still used to staying here?"

Yan Qin knew that she was asking the wrong question, but she cared about it and couldn't think of more suitable words to express her true meaning.

"Is there anything you're not used to? I quite like this kind of life."

It's just that there is no goal. To be honest, it's just living day after day.

It's not that she can't sit still, she just likes to have some fun.

The neighbors around are all relatives and friends, and the relationship between the neighbors couldn't be more harmonious. Occasionally, they need to mediate disputes between the monster clans.

The monster race whose prototype is the shape of a beast has an instinctive awe for the dragon race.

Such a day may be unusual for others, but for Song Jingmo, it is an ordinary day.

Usually when I have nothing to do, I search for some wild berry mushrooms in the surrounding mountains and forests. Occasionally, if I am lucky, I can catch some wild animals and go home for extra meals. I mean, there will be some light rain in the medicinal planting field that I have drawn out, and I will go home smoothly. Pull one or two juicy vegetables from the corner of the roadside field, and when you get home, make a meal that may not look good, but the aroma and taste must suit your own taste.

After eating, take a stroll, pick up a watermelon that has been soaked in the stream or well water and break it open. If you want to eat half of it, you can hold half of the watermelon and eat it with a spoon. If you want to be more elegant, take out the pulp Cut into small pieces that are easy to eat and eat slowly.

To save trouble, I took a piece of sliced ​​watermelon and gnawed on it. Anyway, I eat melons, greedy for the sweetness.

Then, you can sit in the yard, or in front of the yard, watch the stars, the moon, and listen to the insects, and chat with a voice that is neither too far nor too close, you talk about yours, he chats His, each has its own excitement, such excitement and freedom are interlinked.

After a month of such free and easy life, Yan Qin arrived at the auspicious time he had chosen before.

Song Jingmo's brothers and sisters are also very interested in the modern world, so there are a few more passengers on this trip.

The dizziness dissipated, and the sky above his head had changed.

In the gray sky, the white clouds and the blue sky cannot be seen, and the sound of car horns and electrical appliances running endlessly in high-rise buildings is also very obvious.

The air has nothing to do with freshness, typical haze weather.

A group of people appeared on the bridge shrouded in smog. The speed of vehicles was not fast at the moment, and there were not many cars crossing the bridge. Their sudden appearance did not attract any attention.

(End of this chapter)