Xuantian 1: Ancient Xuandongtian

Chapter 67
1320 yuan!
This large pack of spirit stones is equivalent to a total of 1320 low-grade spirit stones.

Ok? 1320?

Mu Hanchan was surprised. His training room number in the magic altar was 13. After passing the screening, his number before choosing the training room was 20.

But he didn't think much of it, and quickly put it behind him.

Mu Hanchan immediately wanted to sit cross-legged and practice quickly to restore her cultivation.But obviously it's not a good place.

Although his cultivation base is still there, it seems very vain due to lack of spiritual power supply.

The most urgent task is to cultivate quickly and replenish spiritual power, just like ordinary people replenish body water.

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to go back to the fisherman's house first.

This little spirit stone is not worth mentioning compared to the magic altar, but in the world of cultivating immortals, it is definitely an extremely valuable wealth.

At least for monks of his class and cultivation level.

He has lost the superior conditions of the magic altar, and everything starts again.And the conversation between the young girl and the middle-aged man faintly made him feel that immortal cultivators seem to be very scarce.

Spirit stones are the most important thing for monks.

Fishing village, one family.

"Eh? Little brother, you're back. Where did you go? Qian'er asked you to have dinner this morning and found that you were gone."

Seeing Mu Hanchan, the middle-aged man hurriedly asked.

"I went to the lake to have a look." Mu Hanchan replied truthfully.

The middle-aged man said again: "Come in and finish your meal, it just happened not long ago."

The dinner table.

"Your body has almost recovered, what are your plans for the future?" asked the middle-aged man.

Mu Hanchan hesitated for a while, and said: "Thanks to your care, my body has almost recovered. I have not been out for a long time, and my family members are also worried about me. And this time I came here, the strange weather also scared me, I should go home gone."

"Oh, that's it." The middle-aged man heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this.

The girl looked at Mu Hanchan more, she always felt that there seemed to be something different about this person, but she couldn't tell where.

Suddenly, she noticed the black package that Mu Hanchan brought into the yard, and asked, "What is your black package?"

Mu Hanchan replied: "It was buried under a willow tree before I ventured into the lake. Now that I've recovered from my injury, I dug it out again."

As soon as she heard that it was a personal item, the girl didn't ask any more questions.

At night, slightly cool.

Under the bright moonlight, a young girl opened the gate of the yard, went out of the house, and went to the neighboring village.

This time she greeted her father, who reluctantly agreed.

After hearing that she had left the door, Mu Hanchan got up, holding the spirit stone in his hand, and began to practice.

Run the exercises and seal the seal with both hands.

The spirit stone was held in the hand for a while, and placed on the ground for a while.

Because it is necessary to absorb part of the spiritual power of the spirit stone first, and then run the exercises to make the spiritual power flow in the body, pass through the meridians, reach every corner of the body, and nourish the injured and dry body.

Wait until the spirit power is almost absorbed, then pick up the spirit stone and continue to absorb it.

A low-grade spirit stone with a standard spirit value injection is enough for a monk at the ninth level of condensed essence to run for a week.

But it was only enough for Mu Hanchan to run for three weeks, and he quickly absorbed it. Even the first piece of spirit stone was consumed before running for a week.

This can be completely explained, because the body's spiritual power has been lacking for a long time, just like a person who has been thirsty for a long time and drank a lot of water in one breath.

Eight miles away, Bucun.

"What's going on? Tell me."

"Maybe I want you to go to Jinhua Town."

"My father won't let me go."

"Then you will find a chance."

Two girls are talking, one has just finished knitting.

"I think again, the price is too high."

"I think so, but if you have spiritual roots, you won't lose money. After all... the big sect recruits people not all the time. If you want to enter, it is tantamount to going through the back door."

"Why is it happening like that?"

"Why can't it be like this? Second-level sects make one move every five years, first-level sects make one move every ten years, super sects make one move every 20 years, and giant sects make one move every 50 years."

He also said: "The higher the level of the sect, the lower the frequency of recruitment and the higher the standard."

"What about me? What kind of sect do you think I can enter?"

"You? I don't know if it's the water spirit root yet? At your current stage, you don't pick the sect, it's the sect that picks you. When your cultivation base is strong enough, you can pick the sect and change your clan status."

He also said: "Besides, they recruit people at random, and they may not be able to come to our Jinhua Town, let alone our villages. Just calculate according to the five-year recruiting of the second-level sect. If you come next time, you will already be 19 years old." At the age of [-], although you can still practice, it is already past the best starting time."

Hearing this, the girl fell silent.

The second-level sect has a trick every five years, but she was 8 and 13 years old, and she had never heard of a fairy coming to the fishing village.

"Do you have to do that kind of thing to be willing to help?"

The weaving girl was silent for a while, and said, "Hmm..."

"Then did you do it?" the girl asked back.

"..." There was silence again, and after a while, he said, "I did it."

The girl was speechless. After thinking for a long time, she still didn't give an answer, and left slowly.

Fishing village, one family.

Mu Hanchan is concentrating on cultivation, immersed in the joy of nourishing the meridians with spiritual power.

Suddenly, a gust of cold rushed out from an unknown place in the body and entered the meridians, and an extremely powerful cold spiritual force erupted in the meridians.

Immediately, his body was covered with frost, which became thicker and thicker, as if ice silkworms had cocooned.

Mu Hanchan hastily used his kung fu to digest the terrifying power of ice, but it didn't reduce the pain much.After a while, a strong fiery feeling erupted in the meridians again, as if magma was flowing in the blood vessels in the body.

The burning and extremely cold feeling made him want to cry out in pain, but he held back.

Just when he was in pain, with a "creak", the courtyard door opened.

Mu Hanchan immediately stopped practicing.

When the girl entered the yard, she froze for a moment.Because she seemed to vaguely see a blue light flashing past the woodshed.

But she closed the courtyard door calmly, walked into the main room, opened the door in front of the side room, which was her boudoir door, and closed it again.

But it was not closed tightly, leaving a gap the size of a man.

People are still in the main room, not in the boudoir.

Mu Hanchan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the door squeak twice, and continued to practice, using exercises as much as possible to dissolve the cold and heat in his body.

His body was sweating profusely under the fiery force, but it quickly froze into frost when it came out of the skin.

Mu Hanchan was suffering from internal heat and external cold.

The girl tiptoed and approached the woodshed quietly.

Through the old and cracked window paper on the window, she saw the scene inside the woodshed.

A humanoid ice chrysalis sat cross-legged, with hands in mudra.

This!
The girl hurriedly covered her mouth that was opened wide in surprise, for fear of making any noise.

After observing for a long time, I found that every once in a while, there would be faint blue lights and red lights flashing alternately.

Could it be... a cultivator?
The girl is not sure of her own judgment, but has she never eaten pork or seen a pig run away?

After watching for a long time, the girl quietly and tiptoely slipped into her boudoir through the crack of the door again.

This is the sixth day that Mu Hanchan landed.

Morning of the seventh day.

Mu Hanchan got up early, and threw the five spiritual stones that had exhausted her spiritual energy after practicing last night into the well in the courtyard.

During breakfast, Mu Hanchan bid farewell to the middle-aged man.

But the middle-aged man said: "I didn't treat you well, let's go after lunch, I will make the lunch meal richer."

The girl also looked at Mu Hanchan, and tried her best to persuade him to stay.

Mu Hanchan was a little surprised by the change in the girl's attitude, but she stayed first.

When he was frozen on the lake, although his consciousness was blurred, the conversation between the two could barely be heard.He also knew that the girl in front of him didn't want to see him, and it was only because of his father that he reluctantly accepted him as an unexpected guest.

"Alright then!" Mu Hanchan said.

Soon it was noon.

Mu Hanchan is still quietly practicing in the firewood room.

Both father and daughter are doing things in the yard, or packing fishing gear, or preparing lunch.It's just the girl's eyes, looking in the direction of the woodshed from time to time.

"Squeak!"

Suddenly, the courtyard door was violently pushed open.

"Liu Da, when will you pay me the consignment fee for towing your ship back?" A fat, middle-aged man with a thick face said, leading three middle-aged men.

The middle-aged man greeted quickly: "Didn't I give you five cents?"

"Five Wen is not enough, at least thirty Wen!"

"But I don't have that much money now, and you know that the price was lowered when we sold fish together earlier."

It's a pity that the other party didn't buy it, and said, "That's none of my business. I'll drag it back for you, and you can thank me and give me the thank you fee."

The girl said angrily: "When did my father let you tug the boat? It's your own sentimentality."

"Eh? You little girl, how can you interrupt when adults are talking? If you don't drag it back, your boat will be left in the lake."

The girl argued: "If you don't delay, we have a solution. We have a small canoe and can handle it by ourselves."

"I said Liu Da, aren't you very honest? Why don't others know how to thank you for helping? If you are like this, who will help you in the future?"

Perhaps because he was afraid of being isolated, the middle-aged man continued to understand with emotion and said with reason: "Give me a few days of grace, and I will make up for you."

The girl immediately interrupted: "No! Dad, we don't owe them anything, let them go."

The girl's tough attitude also angered the opponent.

The other party said angrily: "You don't know what is good or bad, do you? Then stop fishing here in the future, and go back where you came from."

"Get out of their business." He said again.

The two fishermen following behind kicked over the water cage containing the fish and began to tear the net again.

"Hey! What are you doing!" the girl said angrily, competing with two big men for her own fishing net.

Suddenly, from the corner of the eye, he saw the middle-aged man being pushed to the ground while pulling.

"Father!" the girl exclaimed worriedly.

The chunky, middle-aged man with a swollen face said, "Tear up all the fishing nets and tell them to get out of here. Don't even think about fishing here."

The contradiction is getting more and more intense...

"stop!"

Finally, a voice came from the firewood room, and it seemed that it could not be heard anymore.

(End of this chapter)