I am cautiously cultivating immortals in a strange world

Chapter 1 The First Arrival
Wind and snow.

evening.

A crooked figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, wiped the snow off his face, and pushed open the wooden door of the dilapidated courtyard.

There were several rooms in the yard, and he walked towards the one he was familiar with.

"Chen Lin, why do you still go out in such weather, aren't you afraid of being bumped into by weirdness?"

It seemed that they heard the door opening, and the window of another room was pushed open, revealing a yellowish woman's face.

"Oh, I don't have any rice at home. Go out and buy some. I'm going to retreat during this time."

Chen Lin pointed to the big bag in his hand, and returned with an oh.

The woman's eyes suddenly brightened, she poked her head out eagerly, covered her forehead with her hand to prevent the snowflakes from falling into her eyes, stared at the bag in Chen Lin's hand and said, "You bought rice, can you give it to me? point?"

"cannot!"

Chen Lin refused decisively and opened the door of his room.

"I can exchange things!"

The woman's voice became more urgent, she was about to run out of food.

"Do you have anything of value to exchange?"

Chen Lin paused and looked at the other party suspiciously.

The woman opened her mouth, then gritted her teeth suddenly, and puffed out her chest, "How about I spend the night with you?"

"Boom!"

Her answer was the dull sound of closing the door.

Seeing this, the woman showed disappointment.

Suddenly, her demeanor changed abruptly, she squinted her eyes and showed a strange sneer, "Damn old thing, you deserve to be a bachelor, I curse you for not being able to poop after eating, and you will look good when I break through to the middle stage of Qi training!"

"Pooh!"

After spitting viciously, the woman slammed the window shut.

Snowflakes as big as goose feathers instantly covered the footprints in the yard, and the entire city was shrouded in a blizzard.

Standing in the house, Chen Lin silently watched the woman's disappearing face through the window, then turned around.

He took off his hat, shook the snow off his body, and put the rice in the rice jar.

I found a few pieces of firewood to re-ignite the extinguished stove, and the temperature in the room slowly rose.

After staring at the fire for a while, Chen Lin sighed, stood up and started cooking.

Putting the washed rice on the stove, he turned and came to a dilapidated wooden table.

Once seated, open the drawer.

First, he took out a stack of palm-sized yellow paper from his pocket, and then took out a silver writing brush.

Finally, he carefully took out an ink-colored bottle from his pocket and placed them on the table together.

These few items are the talisman paper, the talisman pen, and the spirit ink for making talismans.

He ventured out this time, not having any rice was only part of the reason, the main reason was to buy this spirit ink.

A small bottle is worth a few spirit stones, so expensive that it makes one's heart bleed.

Glancing at the porridge boiled on the stove, Chen Lin took a breath, picked up a piece of talisman paper and laid it out.

Dip the silver talisman pen with spiritual ink, adjust the posture to the best state, and the expression is solemn.

The tip of the pen fell lightly, and thin lines shining with spiritual ink appeared on the talisman paper, slowly forming mysterious runes one after another.

The seemingly easy painting made Chen Lin's nose start to sweat, and the speed of brushing became slower and slower.

When the whole talisman was half drawn, the runes on it suddenly flickered twice quickly, and then exploded with a bang.

Looking at the burned tabletop in front of him, Chen Lin grinned.

"The first-tier middle-grade talisman is indeed much more difficult than the powerful talisman, and it also requires higher mana. The second-level cultivation base of Qi training is too reluctant."

He shook his head, muttered to himself, and laid out another piece of talisman paper.

The iterative process continues.

This time the rune line was drawn a little more than before, but it still couldn't get rid of the fate of failure and exploded halfway.

However, Chen Lin didn't feel any downfall, and calmly picked up a piece of talisman paper and laid it out again.

Another failure.

Paved.

failure.

Paved.

failure.

Chen Lin is like a robot, constantly repeating the action of drawing runes.

Such and such.

This has been repeated nine times.

then.

tenth time.

This time the movement remained unchanged, and the talisman began to flicker and burst in the middle.

but.

Just when the runes on the talisman flickered for a while, they were about to explode.

It was as if there was a big hand in the dark, and it roughly gathered the energy that had exploded into one place, and then pressed it hard into the talisman paper again.

Followed by.

The talisman paper flashed, and the lines of the runes on it became clear and bright, and soon calmed down again.

A subtle fireball pattern appeared on the talisman.

"It seems that the golden finger ability is also effective for refining first-level middle-grade talismans. Now there is another way of making money, but the ability is a bit weak, and it can only be won once out of ten times."

Chen Lin took the talisman in his hand, nodded, and shook his head again.

As a time traveler, no matter how poor the status is, there are still necessary benefits.

It's just that this golden finger is a bit tasteless.

Is a natural ability, he called it 'ten hits'.

The full name can be called: "Theoretically feasible, and using the correct method to make any item, it will succeed once out of ten times."

If the limitation of using the correct method is not used, then this ability can be called against the sky, but with this limitation, it is quite helpless.

What is the correct way?

Suppose you want to refine a kind of elixir, you must first master the elixir formula, be familiar with the refining steps, have a matching alchemy furnace and fire source, and your cultivation must be within a reasonable range.

That's how you get one shot out of ten.

"Forget it, it's better than nothing."

Chen Lin did not continue to complain.

Traveling to such a dangerous world, with such a poor start, it is already very good to have an 'ability' by your side.

At least, you can live.

The fragrance of rice permeates the air.

The porridge is ready.

Chen Lin didn't think about it anymore, took the porridge pot off the stove, filled a bowl and began to drink it thinly.

Although this is just rice porridge, it is not ordinary rice, but spiritual rice. It not only tastes endless aftertaste, but also has certain benefits for cultivation.

The price is naturally not cheap, one catty for one spirit stone.

Normally he would not dare to be so extravagant, but this time it was because his cultivation had reached the peak of the second level of Qi training, and he wanted to see if he could use the energy of Lingmi to break through.

A bowl of porridge goes down quickly.

Gentle spiritual power began to radiate from the stomach to the whole body.

It's warm and comfortable.

It's a pity that the spiritual power was too little, and it disappeared soon.

Chen Lin, who still couldn't get enough of it, was about to fill another bowl when there was a knock on the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Chen Daoyou, it's me, Zhao Zhengyuan."

Hearing the familiar voice, Chen Lin quickly covered the porridge pot and put it aside, took out an evil talisman and clasped it in his hand, and then went to the door and opened it.

"What's the matter so late?"

Glancing at the honest and honest middle-aged man outside, Chen Lin had no intention of inviting him into the house.

The other party is also a tenant in this yard, and the relationship with the original owner of his body is not bad, but everything here is very evil, and there must be some vigilance.

"Hey, I smelled the aroma of Lingmi from your side in the house. It happened that I cooked the last piece of black-spotted tiger meat. I also have a bottle of wine. Let's have a drink with you."

The middle-aged man raised the things in his hands and said with a smile.

After finishing speaking, he suddenly raised his head, squinting his eyes and showing a weird sneer.

This change is extremely abrupt.

It was as if the other party had changed suddenly, and his temperament changed accordingly. It was a bit of the legendary evil and maddening feeling, which made people very uncomfortable.

But Chen Lin was not surprised.

Ever since he crossed over, he discovered that everyone here would show such a sneer from time to time.

Inexplicably, anyone can come here anytime and anywhere.

After showing such a smile, the whole person will become very arrogant in an instant, and no one will accept it.

And he himself doesn't seem to feel anything.

Everyone here has problems.

There is a big problem!

It's a pity that his cultivation base is too weak to do much, he can only suppress his panic to the bottom of his heart and slowly find a way to solve it.

And in order not to attract attention, he also does this action from time to time.

Chen Lin squinted and sneered, "Okay, let's have a drink together."

It just so happened that he had something to ask the other party for advice, so he nodded in agreement.

At this moment, the window of another room was pushed open again, and the head of the woman with a sallow face poked out.

When he saw the wine and meat, his eyes suddenly shone with a captivating light.

"Zhao Zhengyuan, what's the point of drinking with a stingy man? If you come here, you can not only drink, but also drink soup!"

Hearing this, Chen Lin looked at the woman, and then at Zhao Zhengyuan, with a half-smile.

Zhao Zhengyuan grinned and walked directly into the door.

With a bang, he closed the door behind his backhand.

Immediately, the woman shouted and cursed angrily.

"You are also a bastard who has no butthole for giving birth. Men don't have a good thing. When my mother breaks through, I will throw you all into the wild to feed monsters!"

The two looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

Now that everyone came over with food and wine, Chen Lin could only bring out the Lingmi porridge he had hidden and filled two bowls.

Cut the well-cooked black-spotted tiger meat into slices, filled the wine again, and began to drink.

"Recently, the city has become more and more uneven. Have you heard that the Patriarch of the Zhang family has disappeared inexplicably, and no one is alive or dead? That's a foundation-building monk!"

Zhao Zhengyuan took a sip of his wine and said in a surprised tone.

Chen Lin's eyes flickered slightly.

He said in his heart that in this evil place, not to mention the death of a foundation building, even if the whole city died overnight, it would not be surprising.

Although he complained in his heart, on the surface he still showed a deeply appreciative expression.

"Yeah, even the monks who established the foundation said they disappeared, and the city is getting more and more chaotic."

After speaking, he drank the wine in the glass.

A refreshing and sweet liquid went down the throat and into the stomach.

It was cool at first, and then there were waves of heat, extending from the chest to the limbs, making the mana in the body active.

The power of this spirit wine is much stronger than that of spirit rice porridge!

(End of this chapter)